All of these were valid points, valid points that he had not himself thought of. He was grudgingly impressed and on the verge of offering his agent (fuck it, she was still his agent) a legitimate compliment but Bobbi wasn't meant to get her accolades. "STOP!" he commanded, instead, but it didn't matter. He'd seen the detonator too late and fuck if he hadn't been distracted. Fuck them for putting it out, though. Those assholes must've known they were being followed. Of course they did, this was LaCroix and he hadn't gone this long without being caught by being stupid. Fury was the one feeling pretty stupid right about now.
Not that he had more than a split second to think anything more than Fuck before he was tensing and squeezing his good eye shut as the pressure activated bomb on the street of the alleyway they were in exploded, rocking the little car and then flipping it into a brick wall where it landed at an angle with the passenger side in the air, the whole car wobbling dangerously. The bomb had blown out the windows, showering Fury and Morse with shards of glass. Their ride wasn't over yet, though, as the brick wall they'd hit came crashing down. The car went upside down, landing on it's hood, pelted with rubble from the building above it.
Those shit sucking motherfucking cocksuckers. That was Nick's first coherent thought after the impact, the rolling, and the final landing and subsequent brick slide. As the dust settled around them and his ears rang from the explosion he snarled and cleared glass and debris from around his face. They were lucky the wall flipped them- the bottom of the Mini took the brunt of the force from the bricks. If the wall on the other side of the narrow alley went, though, they'd probably be crushed completely. "You alive?" he hissed, turning his head and reaching out for Morse. Strapped in upside down ready to be crushed in a car the size of a sardine can was now how Nick Fury intended to go out.