What a shame. The saying really was true, all the good ones die young. Or the good looking ones at least. Clint squinted down at the picture of Barbara Morse and then turned to frown at all the gathered Shield suits awkwardly standing around. Boy, when one of Shield goes down the whole crew shows up. Not that Barton could really blame them. If an Avenger fell he'd try to make it to the funeral regardless of who it was or how long they'd been off the team. So he was down here in the first place to meet with someone he avoided on the best of days. Good old Nick Fury, the one and only director of shield. Clint really only needed help in wrapping up some classified stuff over at the old West Coast HQ now that it was being decommissioned. Since Tony was kind of MIA the only person left to handle the red tape was Nick.
He knew the only bastard would be here. Nick never missed a funeral when someone from Shield died. Clint knew that all too well. Too bad about the girl though, she looked like she had some spunk in her. Anyway, after paying his respects Barton walked back out of the group and sat down on tombstone outside the gathering. He could at the very least give them some privacy to mourn.