Hard to deny that the guy seemed to know his shit. He wasn't entirely convinced (probably wouldn't be unless it was Stephen Strange telling him this), but it wasn't like they had too many other options and an honest-to-god demon- a higher level demon, apparently- on the Sphere just didn't sit well with him. It had to go. Fury raised his eyebrows at Jessica and then nodded to himself for a moment before rising to his feet again, the decision made. He beckoned to the pair of them. "Fine, you can do what you need to do, Hellstrom. But I'm gonna be in the room for it, and you better get rid of the fucking thing, not set it lose here."
Nick swept from the room with the others in tow, not saying much as they made their way to the shuttle that took them out to the Space Raft, a S.H.I.E.L.D. prison for super humans tethered to the Sphere but floating out on its own in the darkness of space. He waved them through clearance points, down long sterile hallways, and up several levels to door into a small room with windows along two walls and some kind of control panel. Fury stepped up to one of the windows to gaze down into a large room with no exits, empty save for the bolted table where Wanda was strapped down.
She was kept under constant heavy sedation, her limbs immobilized by metal cuffs at her neck and along her torso, legs, and arms. These precautions were for her own protection, they'd had to handle the demon with more extreme measures. Wanda's body was being constantly barraged with low level energy pulses, the only way they'd figured out to weaken the demon enough that it couldn't do any damage to its host from the inside. It could still spout all kinds of hateful shit, though, and Nick had found himself mostly avoiding the observation room. The whole set up was brutal, but they hadn't come up with any better way to handle it. Maybe Hellstrom would have better luck.