Deanna's P.O.V

A funeral. The one event where everyone gets together but not for a good reason. Everyone was standing to the entrance of the S.H.E.I.L.D. base dressed all in black. Me, Beth and Natasha were all in dresses while the guys all had suits on. The only problem was I was in a wheelchair.

I had refused to miss it and I still wasn't strong enough to walk or stand for too long. Slowly we all made our to where the coffin would be buried, six Agents carrying the pure black box. Fury lead the way to the hole in the ground. He was silent and emotionless.

When we finally reached the burial sight everyone crowed around as the six Agents lowered the coffin gently over the hole. They all bowed their heads and took a few steps back. Silence hung in the air for a few moments, each of us paying respect for to the young Agent.

"Agent Ingly was one of the youngest Agents to work for S.H.E.I.L.D" Fury broke the silence. "She was an excellent Agent and was perfect material to lead her own team. Her life was taken too soon." Everyone nodded sadly in agreement. She was a great Agent and amazing friend for the short time I knew her.

"She will be deeply missed not only by her family but S.H.E.I.L.D too." Fury continued. "Her contribution to my organisation is appreciated. Jamelah Ingly will be deeply missed." Several gun shots went off in the distance, making me flinch every single time but I knew it was a sigh of respect.

Silent tears trickled down my cheeks as the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Once it was at the bottom of the grave everyone took it in turns to drop white roses onto of the coffin. A few minuets later we all left the site and headed back inside to the games room.

All the sofas and games tables had been pushed to the edge of the room and food set atop the tables. Music was drifting from the speakers on the walls. All the Agents that had come to the burial and Jamelah's family all spread out across the room, talking quietly.

As the afternoon went on Beth and I went round Jamelah's family, apologising for their loss and sharing the few stories we had about the young Agent. It was about eight in the evening when everyone let go slightly. Everyone had been drinking anyway but after eight most slowly became drunk.

Tony and Clint had drunk more than they really should of along with a few Agents and members of Jamelah's family. Thor and Steve couldn't really get drunk on the alcohol supplied, Natasha was Russian so was also pretty much immune to it and Bruce just didn't drink.

Fury had disappeared so he wasn't drunk while Beth and I were still to young to drink anyway. At around half ten everyone that was drinking was hammered. Dancing and singing their hearts out. "Hey De." Someone whispered in my ear as I filmed Clint and Tony dancing together like idiots on the dance floor.

Looking over my shoulders I smiled at Beth. She smiled back as I stopped the recording and placed my phone on my lap. "Hi." I replied.

"I've just spoke to Harper and Bruce. They've both just said you need to get back to your room and rest." She explained "And I'm heading to bed anyway, getting away from this lot." She chuckled and pointed to the still dancing drunk guys.

"Okay." I nodded. She smiled and pushed me from the games room and into my room where I changed. Bethany left for bed as Harper came in and pushed an IV line into my hand and gave me some morphine. With one last sad thought of the day's events I closed my eyes and riffed to sleep.