(the Sharon who loves me and who I love back my Sharon Carter for over a year now)
"Lager," she says, weakly, as she sits. "No – vodka soda."
Her mission on the other side of the door is just going to have to wait: it's not every day she gets hit with a bombshell like this. "You?" she says, finally, looking at Bucky. "And me?"
Her mind is racing, screaming but what about Steve?, wondering where the hell Natasha fits into it all, but it tracks, doesn't it? With the way he looked at her. Reached for her. The agony in his eyes. The way her words hit him like bullets. "Parallel universe," she muses, shaking her head again.
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(the Sharon who loves me and who I love back my Sharon Carter for over a year now)
"Lager," she says, weakly, as she sits. "No – vodka soda."
Her mission on the other side of the door is just going to have to wait: it's not every day she gets hit with a bombshell like this. "You?" she says, finally, looking at Bucky. "And me?"
Her mind is racing, screaming but what about Steve?, wondering where the hell Natasha fits into it all, but it tracks, doesn't it? With the way he looked at her. Reached for her. The agony in his eyes. The way her words hit him like bullets. "Parallel universe," she muses, shaking her head again.
"That must be it."