The naked horny spotty dog motherfucker was nearly a gory splotch on the asphalt and was only saved this fate by Bobbi's warning otherwise Nick would've just run right over him. However, running over the throng of other naked headdress wearing assholes behind him would've proven a more difficult task. Even as Bobbi was threatening him (bleeding was kind of an ineffectual threat and this was why she'd never make Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.) Nick was laying on the horn with a look of malice in his eye. Frustrated, he stuck his oil slick mecha-arm out of the window and sent a well aim-ed bolt towards a street lamp above to blow it out and maybe cause a distraction.
The bolt arced wide and, too late, Fury remembered that his fluid leaking false appendage was under duress and likely to malfunction. Exactly like it was doing now. The bolt of electricity crackled and popped into the roof of a parked car on the opposite side of the street which then burst into flames. Jesus Christ, how many fucking cars were they gonna blow up today? Still, it was the distraction he'd wanted but even that managed to backfire as the road became even more clogged with pedestrians leaping into the street to get away from the flaming wreckage.
"Fuck it," Fury huffed, threw his car into reverse, and took them up on the sidewalk. People shrieked and dodged and policemen who'd already been there for the protest began waving their arms, torn between the dual hazards of a car on fire and one driving on a sidewalk. One intrepid young officer jumped into his vehicle and decided to make chase through the streets of Brussels like this was some action movie scene. Nick swung them into an alley way when they jettisoned off the sidewalk pavement and hoped there'd be an exit on the other side. They shot out a street over and Nick started up that driving incredibly fast and weaving dangerously in and out of traffic that Bobbi had mentioned earlier.
With one hand off the wheel he worked something away from his ankle and came up with a small pistol he passed to her. "Small but powerful-" he began and then, "No dick jokes. If that motherfucker's still following, shoot out his tires."