One of these days Wicked would offer up a ghost and it wouldn't be received with a shudder. Until that day she'd have to roll her eyes and put it away. She'd even made an effort to pick one two miles back to avoid any awkwardness. She couldn't blame him though they all kind off looked the same. A manifestation of death was a manifestation of death.
"A lot of SHIELD agents are newly dead,"She said looking at the unrecognizable pile of rubble. "I have no idea what they were all doing out here."
She gave a curious glance to Coulson. Now wasn't the time to pry, whatever giant secret building was out here it was gone now.