If he weren’t so on edge Fury would’ve cracked a smile. This was Kurt like he remembered, the guy cared about just about anyone but himself. He’d always kind of liked him, even if he was an unnerving motherfucker to look at (but hey, the same could be said for Nick himself, probably). He nodded and called over his shoulder, “She and your man are just fine. S.H.I.E.L.D. picked ‘em up.” He went back to studying Kurt for a moment, trying to decide if it was safer to keep that collar on or off him. Just in case. Aw, fuck it. “Don’t move,” he instructed and with a pocket knife and some maneuvering he got the collar off by a safety catch- it was a S.H.I.E.L.D. model after all and he wasn’t even going to apologize for that. If he didn’t know it, he wouldn’t’ve been able to get it off him so quick.
He managed just in time, apparently, because what he’d been expecting to happen happened right as the collar clattered to the floor. An alarm over their heads began blaring and Nick gave a timely declaration of, “Shit!” Maybe someone had discovered the mutants above or maybe they’d triggered the collar somehow. He didn’t know, and he didn’t really fucking care. Fury pulled a handgun out and tossed it over to Morse then pulled another and waited as the first mutant guard came barreling out of a side door. Where had this motherfucker been all this time? Jerking off? Nick took a shot that got the guy in the shoulder but not before the dude spat a sizzling glob of acid their way. Fucking great.