Help did arrive shortly, with a medic and a team toting several weapons. Nick only paused in the doorway for a moment to take in the scene before he strode forward with a pair of cuffs that he snapped onto Wanda's wrists. He waved in his team who all trained their weapons on the prone woman while the medic did his best to patch up what he could right there, but Wanda was in bad shape.
"What can you tell me about all this?" Fury turned and addressed the pair still there, a flash of concern in his gaze for a split second when he looked at Jessica, before his expression turned neutral again. All he knew was what Wicked had told him, and it wasn't much to go by. He hadn't exactly come completely prepared him for whatever the fuck all this was, but then prior experience with demons had taught him that all this bullshit could get weird.