Nick stared between them, taking in Jessica's bandages and bruises, the spray of blood on Tony's armor. He held up his hands in a gesture of peace, but he still didn't order his people lower their firearms. "I got a call from Wicked saying that Wanda nearly killed her and her kid, so I'm not taking any chances here." They could protest all they wanted, but by the look of the pair of them and the destruction of the room, Nick thought an abundance of caution here was more than justified.
"Or have you forgotten Connecticut?" he added with a scowl. It was hard to forget the horror and carnage of that Halloween a few years before, but that experience had given Nick little patience towards anything demonic. "I'm gonna take her out to the Raft, get her patched up, and see what we can do. But, if anything happens, I'll use energy, not bullets." He sparked some energy between the fingers of his false arm. It was the only concession he was willing to make.