Fury is very aware of how Hill is pacing, checking monitors, and gripping onto keyboards until they snap. But if hey says anything or gives it any attention, he knows Hill will just explode in his face. She's so well trained to keep calm in he face of danger that when she's emotionally overwhelmed, he knows to just ignore it. Addressing the problem makes it worse. If he even tries to calm her down, he's afraid she'll fall apart so hard that no one can pick up the pieces.
When the war is finally over, she is relieved slightly. But then the team that Coulson worked so hard to assemble disbands not much later, Hill is pure rage. Fury has the room cleared, and as soon as the doors shut behind the last operative, Hill is picking up pieces of debris and hurling them across the room. She screams herself hoarse and destroys the command center. When she finally stops, her hands are bloodied and Fury swears he almost sees Hill let a tear fill her eye before she just sits on the ground and quietly looks at her hands.
He walks over to her from his spot near the door when he's sure she done and clears his throat.
"You managed to do a lot more damage in one minute that Loki's attack squad did during the whole raid."
"SHIELD has plenty of incidental and slush funds to cover this. All files are on three backup drives. If there was any room to destroy, this is it," she mumbles back.
He puts a hand on her shoulder and sighs when she flinches at his touch. "I'm sorry I made you go get Coulson's cards. I know how much that hurt you. But you're the only other operative who knew where they were stashed."
She nods in response, and Fury knows Hills agrees with his reasoning. If she had been in the same position, she would have done exactly what he had. She just wants those cards back. She wants Rogers to sign them and she wants to hold onto them.
This is what she is left with. Unsigned cards covered in blood. That's what happens when you work for SHIELD. Your life is constantly in danger, always teetering on the edge. She had just assumed that after all these years, they were just too strong to go out so easily. But he went down fighting, and she's just going to privately mourn and move on with her life.
Minutes have passed with Hill and Fury saying nothing and completely standing still before Fury ruins the silence and moves towards the door. "C'mon Hill, time to go check on the injured in the med bay."
She turn to look at him and her face is surprisingly calm, but oh so broken. "Nick, I can't," she whispers, and Fury smiles in response.
"Maria, you're going to want to come with me. Someone in ICU wants to see you."
She follows Fury down the hall, emotionless. It's probably one of her underlings who survived some major injuries and wants to see her grim face so they can remember their place. Hill isn't even sure she can glare right now. It's too much effort to try to be herself right now. It's easier to be no one.
She snaps out of her thoughts when Fury holds open the door for her. She walks in and freezes, but Fury walks in behind her and pushes her forward.
"I wanted to tell you sooner, but I just found out myself halfway into your... outburst."
Agent Phil Coulson is lying on a hospital bed, hooked up to so many machines, and a large bandage covers his abdomen, but he's alive and smiling, and Maria Hill becomes a whole person again.