If Daisy wasn't so hung up on the fact that Nick Fury had just said 'by the by' she might have reacted faster to the whole slaughter of innocents deal. Because that's what Nick was saying, wasn't he? He was giving them the, it's okay, they're going to spring grotesque growths, do evil shit then die a painful death anyway justification. He was setting them up to be as okay as possible with 'stopping' a bunch of homeless kids.
Daisy remained stoic and silent for as long as she could handle, because that was her fucking job, not to question Nick's occasionally psychotic impulses. She raised her binoculars, peering down at the hothouse, trying to wrap her head around what he was actually asking them, telling herself that Nick was usually right about this shit and she would regret not following through, but it wasn't working. There was a little playground there, with all of those shiny primary colours.
No fucking way. Daisy dropped her binoculars against her chest again so she could throw her hands up in denial, shaking her head. "No fucking sale," she said. "You're on your own, General Kid-ocide."