Nick Fury stood with his arms crossed, the weight of the world on his shoulders. The elevator doors slid shut, leaving him alone with Hulk, who was squeezing into the confined space. "Ready for the meeting, big guy?" Fury asked, his voice a mix of authority and camaraderie.

Hulk shifted uncomfortably, his massive frame barely contained within the confines of the elevator. Suddenly, a low rumble echoed through the small space, and Hulk grimaced. "Hulk sorry," he muttered, a sheepish look crossing his face as an unmistakable odor filled the air.

Fury pinched his nose, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the situation. "Well, that's one way to clear the room," he quipped, his eye twinkling with humor.

Hulk chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the elevator, and Fury joined in with a rare, genuine laugh. As they stepped out, the tension of the previous moment dissipated, replaced by camaraderie. "Let's keep that between us, shall we?" Fury suggested, clapping Hulk on the back.

Hulk nodded, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the shared joke. "Hulk's secret safe," he promised, a grin on his face as they walked towards their meeting. Fury couldn't help but feel a sense of relief; even in the face of unexpected surprises, there was always room for a little humor.