Bobbi did eventually move, but it wasn't necessarily of her own accord. Once Nick realized she was hurt real bad ("Always wear your seat belt," he said sagely as he struggled out of his own) he spent a harrowing few minutes trying to maneuver his large body in the tiny space without injuring her any further and positioning himself to get them both out somehow through the busted window on his side. None of it was particularly easy and he managed to bang his head three times, kick Morse once, and slice his robohand on a particular large shard of broken glass.
Blood poured from his palm and Nick shook his head, wondering why the fuck Stark made it so the thing could bleed. Good for realism, impractical for just about anything else. Also, it smelled strange which he didn't have time to think too hard about right now but Fury knew the smell of blood and that wasn't blood. All the while it felt like the tiny car was closing in on him and he figured that wasn't just his imagination with all those bricks piled over them. Gravity was capable of terrible things, ask any woman over fifty.
Gravity was not going to get the best of them here, though glass and head lacerations just might, but he'd worry about that when they were out of the car. He awkwardly clambered out first then reached back in for her. As carefully as he could (which, really, wasn't all that careful because he had such limited space to work with) he got a hold of Bobbi and maneuvered her towards the passenger side window. "C'mon, Morse. Just hang on. Stay with me." He couldn't expect her to offer much help but at the very least he hoped she'd stay conscious until they were free and he could have a look at her wounds.