ʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇꜱᴛɪᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴀꜱ?

ooc. awh, you’re so cute uwu. i think i’m going to. and if they’re not cool with it, no harm no foul. 

                ❝ they’re not the most ADVANCED                 tech ——— i get that, i’ve USED stuff more                 complex than a  TAPE ———— but c’mon,                 they’re CLASSIC ! ❞

            ❝ it’s called PTSD, Steve.                and there’s nothing wrong with admitting it.                                      that doesn’t make you weak,                                            it just makes you human. ❞

❝ they tend to be when I’m finished with them. ❞

    she doesn’t even know where Jerry came from ,     doesn’t bother to ask, and instead watches said     man    get    evicted    from    the    VEGAS   bar.     with the ruckus he’s making, he’ll likely be dead      by                                                              sunrise.

                                        ❞  no one likes a loose tongue.                                              he better watch his before he loses it.                                                                                         or worse. ❝

                    ❝ Let me remind you,                         crawling through the vents was your idea. ❞

    Sharon GRUMBLES, shuffling along on her stomach.      war crawls, she thinks. sometimes, the stealth approach      didn’t feel like it was worth the trouble.

he can practically FEEL the sharp tone to her words, in which large, rough hands raise, palm facing forward. 

       blonde with a bite—exactly what he liked in a woman..

❝ -—no harm done, just a lady shouldn’t          have to haul in all her things alone,          y’know. I get it.❞ 

hands fall heavy to his side just as he wipes the sweat off his brow; obviously from the mess of CEMENT and DIRT behind him on his own lawn. 

❝ —-if you need any help, just ask.❞

Sharon forces her demeanor to soften, eyes flickering  over his submissive state. she’s here to blend in, merge with the town and become familiar; just  another trying to strike out on their own in VEGAS.

            getting off on the wrong foot with a neighbor is no way to do that.

        when s.h.i.e.l.d. crumbled, the people who worked for them,  the good, honest people,        were left aimless. some used the opportunity to get out of national security all together,        while others stuck to what they were good at. steve couldn’t blame them. the kind of        skill-set required field work doesn’t look so impressive on resumes. so when he heard        that sharon had traded in her s.h.i.e.l.d. clearance for that of the c.i.a. — steve didn’t         blink an eye. 

        sliding opposite of her in the booth had been a gamble. though they had lived across         from each other for a long time, steve never got to know her — which was sharon’s         objective as kate the middle-mannered nurse, he figured. 

        he checked over his shoulder as his elbows hit the table top. if she was undercover         again, captain america sitting across from her in a diner probably would’ve just blown         it all to hell. but she didn’t raise any alarm or look bothered ( or even surprised ) by his         presence.

                          ‘ would you pass me that menu? 

        he asked as he cocked his head to the menu sitting beside her, tucked behind some         salt shakers and ketchup bottles. it was within arm’s reach for him but he planned a         slide of hand so he could pass her what he sought her out for. 

        nestled against his palm was a thumb drive — encrypted, he would give her the codes         separately — which held some of the secrets he had come across since he left d.c.         including the location of brock rumlow, strike commander, hydra agent, terrorist. 

she hasn’t seen Steve since the day after Nick Fury died. he’s... different. like he’s aged in every way but physically. then again, she supposes the revelation of everything you’ve ever known turning out to be a lie can do that to a person.

          ( it did to her. )

sometimes she wonders what Peggy would say, if Sharon were to tell her the truth. she can almost  picture her aunt storming out of the nursing home, kicking ass and taking names with her cane, rebuilding the foundations of SHIELD brick by brick with blood, sweat and maybe a few tears along the way. but on her  better days, she only remembers Sharon’s name for an hour or so. and on the bad... she’s nothing more than just the nurse. no, best to leave Aunt Peggy with what little peace of mind she has left.

---- Steve isn’t particularly one for games. that’s something Sharon learned awhile ago. he’d never make a particularly good spy, but it makes him a better person than could be said for most. so when he asks for the menu, though it puzzles her for a second, she knows he has to have meaning behind it. and she’ll play along to find out what it is.

Sharon grabs the menu and makes a point of physically handing it to him.

             ❝ i’d recommend the tiramisu, personally. 

                                                                     it goes great with a cup of black. ❞

       OPEN ;

gotta love how independent humans think they are ; 

      “—-can your arms even reach around the box? Let me carry it.”

                another job, another cover, another home;                             this is the life she’s sold her soul to.

❝ thank you,                      but i’ve got it under control. ❞