they know you're coming. / steve
" there's been a change of plans. " sharon scrubs her thumbs along her temples as she tries in vain to rub out a budding low-grade concussion. of course they know she's coming â because everything's gone wrong, because of course she's used up the last of her remaining contacts in the country to get herself a stolen quinjet, because of course there are cameras in shield hallways.
" i got made, " she says, pulling her legs up underneath her. she doesn't watch steve's face over the monitor. she doesn't really watch the autopilot settings either, just kind of stares blankly into the abyss of buttons and knobs and measurements, like she'd find the answer to her predicament in amongst the metal. " phil's in the process of burning me as we speak. " her left hand shifts, gets dragged down her face with a curse muttered as her nose smarts and her palm comes away sticky with dried blood. broken, probably. beautiful.
" i got coordinates on my way out the door. madripoor. " sharon wipes her hand down the front of her shirt â that's bloody already too, mostly not hers. might as well add to the collection, and go digging for a change of clothes when she's off the call. it's spoken matter-of-factly, like she's talking about groceries, or the weather. " where are you at on your end ? " / @shieldsoldier














