"Fuck you." Desperate and on the run it not he was still Nick Fury. He wasn't stupid; he'd give Val money no problem but he wasn't going to sign something saying he was funding Hydra. That would definitely bite him in the ass later and he wanted to get himself out if trouble, not make shit worse for himself.
Petulant stubborn Contessa was no surprise, though. He expected it of her, and he would have been suspicious if she'd given in easily. He'll, he was suspicious anyway. Nick crossed his arms and jerked his head towards the phone. "Let's call for a bottle of wine." This little battle was going to go on forever. Might ad well get drunk.