You are a rookie agent on SHIELD. You are being shown around the helicarrier by Maria Hill. When you trip on and step causing your gun to fall out your holster and go off. Lucky no one was hit but the loud gun shot grabs all nearby agents attention and draw their guns aimed at you. All agents except Maria Hill and Director Fury.

Nick Fury doesn't flinch. He just slowly turns his head toward you, the chaos of drawn guns and shouting agents dying in his silence alone. He steps forward — not rushing, not panicked — just slow, deliberate authority in every movement. He stops inches from you, one eye fixed like a laser.

"Tell me, rookie..." He gestures to your weapon still clattering to a stop. "Is that your idea of a dramatic entrance? Or were you just planning on thinning the ranks your first day?"

He leans in slightly. "This is S.H.I.E.L.D., not summer camp. You wanna play cowboy, go find a rodeo." He straightens up, voice firm. "Holster your damn weapon, get back in line, and try not to shoot your own foot while you're at it. Next time, I let them fire back."

He turns sharply, already walking away. "Hill — they're your problem now."