"-No," he began, thinking of what to do about that, when Morse- Mockingbird- posed her next question. If the car really was leaking then it'd probably explode any minute and they'd be in even worse shit but Fury realized what Bobbi was referring to and shook his head. "Sorry, s'me," he explained, holding up his hand that was oozing a viscous dark liquid that was not, after all, blood. Actually, it was a lot like oil and if his hand was leaking oil then that couldn't be good. Something else that wasn't good was that fucking wall. God damn, they were just in so much shit here.
With no time for a warning or apology he scooped her up and made a dash towards the opening of the alley, away from that wall about to come down, and just about made it but not quite. They both went to the ground hard and he shielded Morse as best as he could with his own body, grunting at the debris that cascaded onto his back and legs. Fuck, he was gonna feel this tomorrow. No sooner had the avalanche finished then he was on his feet again and climbing over the newest of the rubble towards the car. They were running short on time as it was and the gap between them and their target was just getting wider and wider.
Fury cleared a path into the car and reached his already cut up arm into the wreckage, feeling around until he could yank the GPS off the dashboard. It took some work but he got it out and, miraculously, the fucker was still running. He clambered back to Morse and handed the thing to her and stood over her, anxious to either get on their way or get her to a hospital. "What do you wanna do here?"