#cryostate

shar can we get boba please. pretty please

don't know if we should after what you did to the last one

she has not been gone 10 minutes and he already managed to wreck her car. sharon stares at the busted hood, the dented passenger door, and most telling of all, the somewhat guilty look on @cryostate's face. all around them, police officers are milling about, taking away the hostiles in handcuffs and squeezing them into the backseat of police vehicles. from time to time, some local gang made up of enhanced individuals would take it upon themselves to terrorize a small neighborhood, attempting to establish their dominance or whatever, only to be promptly neutralized before they can start their reign of terror.

"did it have to be my car?" sharon asks bucky, gesturing at her SHIELD-issue vehicle. it's just like them to be entangled in this sort of situation, even if they were just passing through. bucky sighs and tells her, bill me for the repairs later.

okay, maybe pointing ant-man's beam on the red skull wasn't her best idea — but it was an idea, and it still ended up working. the bigger he was, the easier it was to shoot him with the quinjet's missiles, and when sharon decides to shoot someone, she usually doesn't miss. they told her she fainted right after, and considering the past days' ordeal, it's not surprising to find out that her body has decided it's had enough. she managed to sleep for a whole 18 hours.

the sun feels like an assault against her eyes when she wakes up. agent thirteen blinks the fatigue out of her system, re-orients herself into new surroundings, and realizes that she's in a hospital room. panic sets in; quick as a viper, coiling around her windpipe. for a moment, she thought she was in the red skull's base again, strapped into a hospital bed without a firm grip on her own mind. and then her gaze shifts and she's met with a familiar sight.

"bucky?" it breaks the panic-induced hallucination almost instantly. @cryostate regards her quietly for a few seconds, and then: i thought you were going to die.

"no, i was just —" sharon swallows hard. her mouth feels sandpaper-rough and she thinks she might kill for a glass of water. "— taking a really long nap, i suppose. are you..." her eyes scan him from head to toe as he sits there, adjacent to her hospital bed. "...alright?" how could he be, she thinks to herself, after everything? it's a stupid question, but she doesn't berate herself for it considering her current state.