@SHIELD HQ: Gert, Clint (making his exit!), Coulson & Open
Clint moved off to the side after Coulson came into the room, wanting to give the other agent space - and then blinked a few times as there was like a stream of words. Lots of words, lots of questions, and well Clint didn't have a damn answer. Or answers rather.
"You know, the 'Boss'," he didn't make air quotes, but he figured that his tone made it clear quotes went around that word. "Probably knows your on it, he like sees everything that goes on here." Or somehow knew everything that went on. He paused then added; "and because he sees all I'm not making a joke about his eyesight."
This was serious - the events going on the screen spoke to that, but Clint snarked all the time, it was his defense mechanism against the world (or something like that - he had sort of zoned out when he had done a standard profiling course at SHIELD Academy).
"But right," he gave a nod to Coulson, "on my way to to do - that. Play referee." He paused, considering that, that he was going to be one half of a team being dispatched to try and keep tempers cooled. Yeah, this was turning into a real shit show all right. "Good luck with the analysis Yorkes," that was actually sincere, he didn't envy her her job right now, having to shift through the evidence, probably watch the footage over and over -
Naw. Not for him. He'd take trying to keep Danvers and the Xavier's crew from getting into it over doing what Yorkes had to do any day. His eyes flicked to the screens again for a second, watching the anguish on same peoples faces and - yeah. Shit show. That was what this day was.