Her lips thin as she presses them together. "Sounds like some things don't change no matter what universe you're in," she says, desert-dry, and leans forward to pull his attention away from his thoughts.
"Bucky, listen to me. If Nick Fury sent me – your Sharon – on some assignment and now claims she's dead and gone in an explosion, don't believe him."
Each word is sharp enough to carve solid rock. "Because he told the world I died and I didn't. I got lost behind enemy lines for years. Years. Alone and cut off from everything and everyone. Even Fury left me there. And when I finally – I'd changed. I was – "
("Remember Sharon Carter? Secret agent? Love of your life? That little fluffbrain worshipped you. Depended on you.")
" – Not the same," she concludes, tamping down the rush of old pain that threatens to well up again.
"If you think there's even a chance that might be happening again, don't let it."
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"Bucky, listen to me. If Nick Fury sent me – your Sharon – on some assignment and now claims she's dead and gone in an explosion, don't believe him."
Each word is sharp enough to carve solid rock. "Because he told the world I died and I didn't. I got lost behind enemy lines for years. Years. Alone and cut off from everything and everyone. Even Fury left me there. And when I finally – I'd changed. I was – "
" – Not the same," she concludes, tamping down the rush of old pain that threatens to well up again.
"If you think there's even a chance that might be happening again, don't let it."