Lucky lets out what would be called a howl if he were a normal dog, but it's something earth shaking and sad given his nature. The dog collects himself and walks forward when Pepper stops talking licking the women gently before doing the same to Tony, as the man lets out his last breath, the dog walks away seemingly guiding someone somewhere. Clint has learned not to question his best buddy.

Clint takes Matt's hand lacing their fingers together, his breathing ragged, the adrenaline fading, he thinks there are probably broken ribs, and maybe something up with his lung, now that the action is dying down. But all he can do is squeeze the Devil of Hell's Kitchen hand.