#sharonxreader

  (Y/N). You froze, staring Sharon down. (Y/N).

  “How are you talking without moving your lips?”   “(Y/N), I’m not,” Sharon whispered, whipping her head around to see the HYDRA agents. “Shoot. Hey, are you good?”

  Good? “We’re good.”

  She paused, pulling out her gun. For a moment, you thought she was going to shoot you, but then she turned toward the door and chased down the HYDRA guards. Both of you followed.

  “We need to get them,” you said. “That’s what we want.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Sharon muttered under her breath. You weren’t talking to her. “But now they’re gone. What happened?”

  You and Sharon pushed the doors open, sprinting to catch up with the agents. “I don’t know. I think the symbiote got to me.”   “Ya think? (Y/N), I thought it took you over! And then it disappeared!”

  (Y/N). You almost stopped again, but kept pushing forward. Let’s go faster. You ran past Sharon, and before you blinked you were nearly on top of the agents but had no one to stop them.

  You blinked. They screamed. The agents fell to the ground. You stopped running.

  You blinked. One of the agents threw himself against the wall. Another flew backward out of the door.

  You blinked, but you caught a glimpse of something attacking the third agent behind you. The forth fell to the ground and started pushing himself away from you. The symbiote grew out of your arm and pummeled the victim.

  “(Y/N), stop!” But it wasn’t you. Or was it? It was both of you.

  We don’t want to stop. Yes, we do. No, we don’t. Your better half won the argument. The symbiote disappeared from your arm, and the HYDRA agents were unconscious all around you.

 You turned to Sharon and watched her carefully. She stopped ten feet away from you, her eyes wild with fear. She had good reason.

  “I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking at your hands. The voice continued to talk to you, and you struggled to ignore it. “It’s... It’s talking.”

  Sharon bit her lip, moving her sight between your eyes and your hands. “We need to go. Now.”   You swallowed the lump in your throat, but you began wondering if it was a bit of the symbiote. You would never know. Sharon stayed a few feet away from you as the two of you headed to the exit.

  “The agents are down,” she said into her phone. “You can come and get them. Agent (L/N) and I are heading back to the base.”

  She never mentioned the symbiote. Maybe she should have.

The symbiote was a gift. With the constant missions, you and Sharon successfully took down two HYDRA bases and some of the top leaders. Like, yeah, it took a turn at times when you were unable to control the voice in your head, but you ended doing a lot of good. This was why you were confused when Sharon tried to dissuade you from these ideas.

  “(Y/N), what I am trying to say is that we need to remove the symbiote.” No.

  You throat dried up. It burned to breathe in. “Why?”

  Sharon walked up to you, holding onto your hands. The metal stool you sat on was cold. So was the lab. Colder than usual.

  “This isn’t you. The symbiote. It’s made you different. I want (Y/N) back. MY (Y/N).”

  You scoffed, though a part of you wondered if that was actually your doing. “We’re fine.”   “Who are you talking about? Me and you, or you and the symbiote? Either way, it isn’t just fine.”

  “Lay off my case, Sharon.” You yanked your hands away from her. Her face hardened with her angry Sharon expression. You stood to your feet, walking toward the door as you hissed, “We don’t need you or your help.”

  “(Y/N), don’t.”

  You stood, looking at her. “Or what?”   “Or we’re going to have to take it out by force.” You scowled at her, listening to the sound of the door self-locking. The room grew colder by the second. You were wearing a t-shirt and shorts. You wondered why Sharon was dressing so warm.

  “Open the door,” you threatened. Stop. Maybe it’s for the best.

  “No.”

  You stormed up to her, your hand colliding with her neck as you pushed her against the wall. “Open the door, Sharon!”

  You could see Sharon’s breath as she struggled to break free from your hold. Stop this. This isn’t what you wanted. Yes. Yes, it is. You need freedom.

  “No,” she croaked, slipping out of your grasp. Heat radiated from her. Her suit was keeping her warm.

  You felt the symbiote cry inside. It started to burn. You were freezing. It was dying. “Stop it!”   Sharon shook her head, steering clear of you. You couldn’t move, but you felt like you were about to vomit. You choked on the liquid, bending over as the symbiote oozed out of you.

  You succumbed to the darkness as Sharon’s voice echoed in your mind.

When you awoke, you sat upright and searched the lab. Sharon. Where was Sharon?

  Your eyes fell on her. The lab was warmer than previously, and she kept herself hunkered in the corner. Her arms are wrapped around her legs as her eyes flicker around the room. They landed on you.

  You could see the anger in her eyes. But it wasn’t her. You remember the feeling of that anger, but this time it was directed at you. Shoot.

  Next thing you knew, she jumped to her feet and sprinted toward you. Sharon’s fist raised over her head, and you stood up, grabbing her arm before she could attack you. She yelled as you twisted it around her back, making sure not to harm her.

  “Guys, cool it down!” you yelled. You felt the lab grow chillier by the moment.

  Sharon wrestled underneath you strength. “Let us go, (Y/N)! LET ME GO!”

  You remained silent as she finagled and yanked. It was no good. You shivered, then pulled her overshirt over her head, leaving her in a black tank top.

  Blinking, you pulled your arm away from her and rubbed the back of your neck. “Um, thank you? I’m alright, thanks for asking.”

  She scoffed, shaking her head. “Don’t get yourself into trouble, kid.”

  A laugh escaped your lips. “Please, I’m not gonna get in trou--” You cut yourself off, looking at your watch. “Shoot, I’m late for work.” You shot your eyes up to your rescuer. “I--I... I’m (Y/n).” You held your hand out, and she merely looked at it.

  “Sharon,” she laughed, turning around. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go. I’m doing something really...” She slowly stopped, looking across the street. You noticed two men looking inconspicuous across the street. “Yeah, have a good life.”

  Before you could could stop her, she sprinted across the street, blending into a crowd. You let out a curt sigh before dropping your hands into your pockets and walked out of the alley, stepping over the two unconscious men, and glided onto the street.

  You hoped to find her again. Sharon, that was.

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It had been a week since you last saw that woman, and she was the last thing on your mind. You opened and closed the door, but not before you said goodbye to your mom. She was temporarily letting you stay at her house until you could finish your apartment’s repair.

  And by temporary, you meant for a year. The college dudes that lived underneath you accidentally blew up their ceiling, which also meant your floor, but the inner walls of your house, and your bathroom, were completely ruined.

  You didn’t ask any questions on exactly how they managed to drew not two, but three apartments in one explosion. And what caused that, anyway?

  You walked down the street, hands in your pocket as the cold wind bit at any part of your body that was bare. It wasn’t even supposed to be cool until later that month, but Mother Nature had plenty of other ideas.

  Then you saw her. Sharon. She walked down the street, strutting with confidence as she glared down at her phone. Sharon wasn’t watching where she paced, so you took this as an opportunity to get her attention. As she passed, your shoulder collided with her arm, causing the both of you to swing around and scowl at each other.

  “Hey, it’s you!” you said, feigning shock.

  Sharon blinked. “Yeah. Um... (Y/n), right?”

  You nodded, a smile growing on your face. “Right. And Sharon?”   “Yeah.” She looked at her phone, sighing. “Look, it was great running into you again, but I gotta go.” Sharon looked like she wanted to say something else, but she simply turned around and continued speed-walking down the street. You wondered if something went wrong.

  Or maybe it was you. You must have been at least five years younger than her--not that she appeared old or anything... Nope. She was still kind of cute.

  You gripped onto the insides of your pockets as she stormed away. She answered the phone, talking to someone. Curiosity bursted inside of you, but you snuffed it out so you could continue on your way.

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The third time you saw her, it was right near your mom’s house. You had been placing groceries on the kitchen counter and looked out the window. There she was, but something was different about her. Sharon slouched, one of her arms wrapped around her stomach.

  You pursed your lips, walking out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and then out onto the street. You struggled at act nonchalant, but you managed, and when you turned to look at her, you noticed she had bruises all over her face.

  “Hey... Are you okay?” Sharon gazed up at you, then tried to straighten her shoulders.

  “I’m fine.” She had brushed you off too quickly, stumbling a little bit. Your eyes widened, and your hands held onto her waist gently before she could fall. Then you noticed her side was bleeding.

  “Oh, my gosh. Gosh! Uh, blood.”

  She scoffed. “I--I noticed. Look, I can’t go to the hospital--”

  “You need medical attention.” You shut your mouth as soon as she scowled at you. “But I guess I can take you inside...”

  “Good choice of words.” She pointed to your mother’s house. “That it?”

  “Yeah.” You wrapped your arm around her waist and helped her inside. The sun began to set, and you had a bloodied woman in your mother’s house.

  Speaking of your mother, there she was: Tall and proud, but her hands covered her mouth and her eyes said something else. “Oh, my gosh. (Y/n)! Who... what...?” Her eyes went from you to Sharon. Repeatedly.

  You set Sharon down in a Lazy-Boy before walking to your mom and gently placing your hands on her forearms and tugging them down to her sides. “Mom, Mom... Mother.” She stared at you with wide eyes. “Calm down. Please.” Your voice was gentle and sweet.

  “You brought a woman to our house--and she’s bleeding, nonetheless!” Mom had a point, but you neglected to listen to her.

 “I’m just gonna take care of it, okay?” Your voice was soothing, and you lowered your mom onto one of the couches. She was shocked, only a nod coming from her.

  You turned to Sharon, shrugging your shoulders at her before helping her off of the Lazy-Boy and up the stairs to your room.

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After about two hours, and about five visits from your mother making sure Sharon wasn’t dead, you had Sharon all tidied up. She didn’t seem entirely open at first, but you had guessed correctly about why she was all injured: She was a secret agent.

  Super cool. Just saying.

  She also seemed to take a liking to you. Sharon laughed at your jokes, and told you a little bit more about what she does: had to do with Captain America and the rest of the Avengers. And Sharon understood that you were still in college, trying to find out what you truly wanted to do with life. She respected that, and if you couldn’t find a good job after college, you could come to her for help.

  After resting for a little bit, she decided she needed to leave. Sharon did give you her phone number and told you to talk frequently. As soon as she did that, she left.