"Step away," a voice barked from the viewing room above where Nick, returned to the cell, had witnessed the sudden corporeal appearance of the demon followed by its swift demise. Whatever the fuck had happened, it was over now, and Fury was pissed. Hellstrom might have helped Wanda (the jury was still out on that; magic shit wasn't always as it seemed), but Nick wouldn't be disrespected by that motherfucker, teleported against his will, when he was supposed to be in command here. A portal opened in a wall to allow an armed team to enter while Fury climbed down the ladder from above. Half of the men pointed their weapons at Daimon, until Fury gestured and they lowered them. He crossed the room to Daimon while the others loaded the still-unconscious Wanda onto a gurney and strapped her down.
"Get her to medical," Nick commanded, holding an arm out to bar Hellstrom from following. The portal closed behind the team, and Nick waved Daimon towards the ladder. "You're gonna come with me," he growled. "And you're gonna apologize to Jessica. Then you're gonna tell us what exactly the fuck you did here." It wasn't a request.