Nick had seen this coming. Well, not this specifically, but something terrible. It was why he'd set an agent to tail Wicked and how he knew within moments of her attack on the mutant woman that Wicked had lost her god damn mind. "Do not engage," he'd instructed his operative, promising back up instead. Dangerous as Wicked was in this state, deploying a serum toting team into the mutant district could only make a volatile situation worse. That was the last resort that he hoped they wouldn't need to resort to, because he figured it might mean a whole lot of angry mutants turning on the team. For now he would send in a single operative, one heavy hitter with the power and stamina to handle whatever was thrown at her and the intelligence to proceed cautiously.
"-Remember, try to talk her down first," Fury said, handing Betty an earpiece. They stood outside the building for this debriefing, the path in front of it deserted, the area carefully evacuated by agents waiting safely out of the way in case they were called in. "Tell her I've got information she'll want to hear, but only if she backs off and lets these people live." Fury glanced around then slipped something else into her hand, a small device with a single button. "If you can get close enough, stick her with this. Sedative and power suppressant. Be careful about it, though. The mutants you're trying to save won't take kindly if they figure out what it is." He crossed his arms and looked her over. "You got this, Red?"