Fury sighed and steepled his fingers under his chin. Hammer, the pain in the ass who (allegedly, though Nick was still convinced it was all Morse) helped save the world and here he was gonna get more kudos before it was through. Well, whatever, right now they'd take what they could get and Hammer could be placated later. Maybe a few new contracts or something would appease that power-hungry asshole and then they wouldn't have to owe him anything anymore. Keep him quiet. Justin Hammer's pocket was the last place Fury ever wanted to get his hand into, literally or figuratively.
"Fine. Use him. I'll check in with the repair units and R&D, see what the fuck's going on with our tech. Hammer's should be good enough for now." Good enough for initial sweeps, though Fury still doubted they weren't going to have some incidents with infected left underground later. Knowing Hammer was helping didn't inspire much confidence on that front, but it was better than nothing.
The computer on his desk chimed and Nick glanced over at a new message and muttered, Motherfucker before he slammed his fist on the table top and shook his head. More shit, directives from above.