"Oh shut the fuck up," Nick snarled right back, unfazed. There were all kinds of shitty ways to die, and in Nick's line of work it was a given that the end would come sooner rather than later. Fury didn't think he wanted to die right here, right now, burnt to a crisp by a fuckhead from some other dimension. Wrapped in painful energy, a fireball hurtling towards his face, Nick muttered a command that transmitted into his agents' ears and four blasts from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s powerful energy guns hit the fiery fucker in the back. The trident energy released him and Nick fell, narrowly missing that fireball that soared less than an inch over his head. Fury landed hard, the wind knocked out of him, but he lifted his gun anyway as he struggled for breath and emptied the chamber.