The morning sun rose to pierce the final darkness before dawn, and golden light enveloped the land.
It was another fine early May day in D.C..
No matter the shootout on the streets yesterday or the conspiracies happening at night, worker drones still had to go to work today.
The employees of SHIELD entered the Triskelion one after another.
Under the glass ceiling of the main hall, people flowed through the security checkpoint and into the building.
Unlike regular office workers, many of them weren't in good spirits.
Some had dark expressions, some had dark circles under their eyes, some were absentminded, and some looked around.
Nick Fury was dead, Captain America was a wanted man, and the bodies of Rumlow's team had been sent back to SHIELD's morgue last night.
They didn't know everything, but roughly knew part of it, and there had been a lot more private discussions last night.
