WILSON
It'd been a hot minute since Sharon went on a mission with Sam and Bucky. He almost forgot how nice it was to have her along, everything was perfectly organized and on schedule. Rhodey called in a favor and sent them to check out a domestic terrorist threat in Boston. Apparently some crazy conspiracy group was threatening to bomb the city. It was large enough of a threat to look into, but apparently not big enough to waste military resources on. They loaded up without question and hopped onto the chopper Rhodey sent for them.

Sharon had her customary earbuds in and was tapping her knee to the beat. For once she held out an earbud to Sam instead of Bucky. Both men raised their eyebrows at the gesture. Bucky almost looked offended when Sam took it with a smug smile and slipped it into his ear as they sat waiting for the chopper to lift off. Sharon smiled wide as recognition sparked in his eyes.

"Royals? Really?"

"Tell me this song wouldn't be the three of us if we lived in some alternate universe where we were just a couple punks from Chicago… or Brooklyn." Her eyes shifted to Bucky at the word Brooklyn. Sam laughed out loud at her statement and the confused look on Bucky's face.

"Are you making fun of me?" Bucky turned to Sharon.

"No." She patted his knee in reassurance. The longer Sam listened to the song the more he could picture it. The three of them, hunkered down in a subway car, hoods over their heads, counting change before they reached their stop and dreaming of living the high-life. Bucky most likely getting into some sort of scuffle that Sharon and Sam would have to drag him out of.

He handed the earbud to Bucky when the song ended. "I could see it." Sharon just grinned.

They touched down at a small airstrip on the outskirts of Boston. Sharon set up shop in the hanger and set to work on locating the group. He almost forgot how good she was at being a spy. Finding them was the easy part. They were shit at hiding their tracks on the internet and within minutes Sharon found their meeting place and half their plans. The hard part was they were set to bomb an old office building later that day. Sam made the call to quietly evacuate the area just in case. Sharon was muttering a plan under her breath as she brought up more and more information on the screen in front of them at a rapid pace. Sam was trying to pick up on what she was saying and call out a plan himself.

They decided to split up. Sharon went for the office building while Sam and Bucky went for the meeting. She called the police as back up for them and the bomb squad for herself.

The pair showed up at the meeting to find a large majority of the people were already scattering and hurrying to get out of there. The plans had changed and everyone was racing to get somewhere that would make for a good alibi once the bombing went down. Sam radioed to Sharon that the bomb was already planted before he continued in on apprehending the large group with Bucky. Apprehending was the nice way of saying they punched their way through the group and had their leaders all groaning on the floor when the police showed up to cuff them.

CARTER

"Where are you Thirteen? Don't tell me you are still in that building." Sam's annoyed voice echoed through her comm. Sharon rolled her eyes. He didn't get to be annoyed at her right now, not after showing up to find five men exiting the building they just set to bomb. It took her longer than she liked to take them down and even longer to get the last guy to talk and tell her where the bomb was. Then she had to run her ass up twelve flights of stairs to where it was hidden. She wasn't even sure if the bomb squad had arrived on the scene yet. The only reason Sam was there was because he flew. Bucky was still beelining his way through the city on a motorcycle he stole off one of the cops at the scene.

"Then I'm not in the building."

"Damnit Carter, get out of there."

"I'm a little busy diffusing a bomb so that it doesn't kill everyone in a two block radius. Are you evacuating the area?"

"Yes, they are doing a final sweep of the buildings. And since when do you know how to diffuse a bomb? The bomb squad is still gearing up and almost ready to enter the building."

Sharon pulled the panel from the bomb slowly and began surveying the wires and mechanisms. "You know, your lack of knowledge on my skillsets is a little unsettling."

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't read 'bomb expert' on your damn resumé." Sam responded sarcastically.

"Guys." Bucky scolded. She could hear his annoyance in the one word. He must be on the scene if his comm was coming through.

"Tell the bomb squad I almost have this." She pulled the clippers from her belt and took a deep calming breath. Sweat was beading on her forehead. She hadn't done this in a long time. A very long time. But the bomb looked rudimentary and typical of someone who didn't know how to create a complex one.

"How much time is left?" Bucky asked in her ear.

"No enough for the bomb squad to get up here and diffuse it." Her mind was flashing back to her training at S.H.I.E.L.D. and refresher course at the C.I.A. She prayed to God she was correct in this. Her hand hovered over the blue wire.

"Sharon?"

"Shh." She snapped. The comm went quiet at her request. She blew out a long breath into the silence of the building. "Cutting the wire now." She snipped it without hesitation. "Oh fuck."

"Did she just say fuck? What is Carter?" Sam was borderline shouting.

She stared at the timer as it continued its countdown. "I just clipped the wire and the timer is still going. Less than three minutes."

"Get out of there!" Sam barked.

"Just give me a minute." She stared at it, trying to piece together what she did wrong. The timer should have stopped or she should be blasted from existence at the moment.

"You don't have a minute!"

"SHARON!" Bucky was yelling now. Sharon abandoned the bomb and ran full speed toward the large glass windows on the other side of the room.

"Sam I need a lift." She pulled the gun from her hip and shot at window.

"What side of the building are you on?"

"The side with the window shattering." She threw herself against the glass causing it to explode into a million pieces. She felt her body falling fast and for a moment pictured herself splattered against the pavement. But then an arm caught hers just before her feet hit the ground. Sam's last minute dive and catch threw him off-kilter and before Sharon could comprehend what was happening, Sam's arms and wings were surrounding her as they skid across the pavement. She could hear the metal of his wings screeching against the hard concrete. Sam's back was going to kill later after being their makeshift sled. Sharon let out a groan when their bodies finally came to a stop. She rolled her weight off Sam and collapsed next to him with her head cushioned on his arm.

"Not your most graceful catch." She said between breaths as she stared up at the baby blue sky. Her adrenaline was coursing like fire through her veins from their crash landing. She almost couldn't hear Sam's response over the ringing and blood pumping in her ears.

"Yeah, well you didn't give me much warning on where you were."

"Did Bucky see that?" He was going to be livid if he saw that.

"I don't think so. I think he's on the other side of the building with the bomb squad."

Sharon nodded. "Good, let's not tell him how close I was to being roadkill."

"Agreed." A shadow came across their eyes and they both turned their heads to find a very angry Bucky standing above them. His eyes were narrowed and jaw clenched so tight she wondered if his mouth hurt.

"Oh hey Buck. We were just uh… Share?"

"We were just, you know," she flubbed between breaths, "taking a break and watching the clouds go by. That one looks like a unicorn." She pointed lamely at the sky.

Sam pointed upward next to her. "Yeah and that one looks like a duck."

"I saw it." Bucky was not amused.

"Fuck." Sam and Sharon said in unison. Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but Sharon cut him off with a point of her finger.

"I will let you call me doll for the next month in exchange for you not giving us a lecture right now." She propositioned. Bucky's frown worsened.

"And I'll do your laundry-"

Sharon knocked the back of her hand against his chest and turned her head to look him. "What? No. You know I like doing laundry." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'll do the dishes for you for the next month to sweeten the deal." He bargained.

Bucky's jaw clenched further. "I hate you both." He stormed off without another word. Yep, he was mad. They were definitely going to get a lecture later.

"That means he loves us." Sam's breath was slowly evening out.

"One hundred percent." They bashed knuckles in triumphant. "And hey, the bomb hasn't gone off. The timer must have been faulty and not stopped when I clipped the correct wire. So no explosions is a win." She held her fist up again and Sam knocked it one more time.

"It's definitely a win."

WILSON

Sam leaned against the wall behind Sharon, unbeknownst to her, and smiled to himself. She was planted on the couch and folding laundry. Bucky had taken his bike to get gas and to take a short drive to get out of the house. He was still slightly pissed at Sharon for jumping out a twelfth floor window and Sam for almost not catching her two days ago.

"What are you singing?" Sharon turned at his voice and for once Sam saw a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She'd been singing the same song under her breath for the last twenty minutes… ever since Bucky left.

"Nothing." She turned back to her laundry in order to avoid his gaze. Sam grinned and came to sit on the couch next to her. Her cheeks were getting rosier by the second. Oh, he definitely caught her singing and thinking about something she didn't want him to know about. He snatched her phone from the coffee table and handed it to her.

"Is it a song I know?" She gave him a wary look before pulling up the song and playing it. Her neck flushed red as she busied herself with folding the towels. Sam smiled wider and wider the longer he listened to the song.

"It's catchy… and sexy." She wouldn't look at him. "Thinking about Buck?" The way her shoulders stiffened and she went completely red told him yes, she was in fact thinking of their metal-armed friend. He'd never seen her so flustered before. Normally she could reign her face and emotions in and have you second-guessing yourself in an instant, but not this time. She must have been deep into her thoughts when he interrupted her. It was almost comical how flustered she was at being caught thinking and most likely lusting over Bucky.

She tossed down the towel in her hands and slapped a hand over her eyes in embarrassment. "It's the damn motorcycle!" Sam threw his head back and laughed.

She side-eyed him with a frown. "Please don't tell him."

"Oh hell no. His ego doesn't need that confidence boost." Sharon let out a long sigh. "Do you need to go take a cold shower before he gets back?" Her signature glare of annoyance crossed her features. She stood suddenly and dumped the basket of clean socks over his head. She grumbled to herself as she stomped toward her bedroom. Sam continued to laugh.

BARNES

"You know, in the time we've been teaming up, I've never seen you go visit any family or even really talk about your family." Sam commented as he sunk into the armchair with a fresh beer and slice of pizza. Bucky was lounging deep in the couch next to Sharon who was perched next to him with her legs tucked as she picked the cherry tomatoes from her side salad and placed them in his waiting hand.

"Not much to say and visiting is a… chore." He popped a tomato in his mouth as he watched her face. She didn't talk about her family much other than Peggy. He knew there was some sort of tension between her and her mother, but she'd never elaborated before and he never pushed her to tell.

"A chore?" Sam asked. The word seemed to boggle Sam, but in his defense, Sam's family was boisterous, loving, and welcomed everyone with open arms and a shrimp boil. Or at least, that's what they did with Bucky when they had to make an impromptu trip just after they became a duo. He liked Sam's family.

Sharon shrugged. "Where your family is loud and lively. Mine is…" She blew out a long breath and made a face as if trying to pluck the appropriate word from the air. "Quiet and judgmental. Or at least my mother is. She comes from old money and so does my father and she loves reminding the ladies at the country club about it."

Sam snorted into his beer bitterly. "Rich old white people. No offense."

Sharon shrugged. "None taken."

"So do they live at the Carter Estate where we found you?" Sam asked.

"No, at least, not yet. They own a portion and stay when they are in the area, but technically my Aunt lives there. My parents have a big house off the coast in Virginia that my mother has decorated to the nines and shows off to her ladies once a month over tea while my father golfs." Bucky quirked a smile at the way she spoke. Like she hated that she was the daughter of some fancy uptight woman.

"Your mom must love bragging that her daughter worked for S.H.I. . and the CIA." Sharon laughed at Sam's statement.

"Oh hell no." Bucky and Sam's eyebrows both raised. "She hates that I'm a spy. She tells all her friends that I'm a psychiatrist to a bunch of celebrities and that's why she can't talk about what I do and why I'm never around. She'd never tell them that I run around in boots and with a gun strapped to my thigh ninety-five percent of the time."

"Isn't being a spy like your family's thing though?" Bucky was half tempted to tell Sam to leave her alone and stop asking so many goddamn questions about her family, but he was also tempted to let Sam keep pestering her. She never willingly brought up her family and he was just as intrigued as Sam was about her rich heritage. He decided to let Sam continue… for now.

"No. I'm the first person since Peggy to take interest. Her children never wanted anything to do with it and resented all the time she put into building S.H.I.E.L.D. And don't get them started on Captain America. They are not fans." That didn't surprise him. They probably grew up hating Steve not only because it's what set Peggy on her course to build S.H.I.E.L.D. but I'm sure they knew about their love affair as well.

"They aren't huge fans of me either. Peggy was older and stepping back from it all so we spent a lot of time together while I was growing up. I think my aunt and uncle always resented the fact that I spent more of my childhood with her than they did. And then I went on to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and Peggy was so damn proud. They hated it."

"What about your dad?" It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He was just as hooked as Sam in learning more about her.

"Oh my dad couldn't care less. He would brag high and low that I am a spy if my mother and I let him. He's much more of a free spirit." She smiled fondly. "My mother despises that he doesn't meddle in my life. If she had it her way, I'd be married to some business CEO and living in the suburbs with two children and a maid. I would socialize at the country club and be home in time to cook dinner and take the kids to piano lessons. And I'd be the perfect doting housewife to my husband because, you know, if you aren't then they cheat on you with your nanny." She took a long drag of her beer as if trying to wash down the taste of suburbia.

Bucky just stared at Sharon. He was older than her mother and even he knew that women were much more than what she was describing. He couldn't imagine Sharon sitting around gossiping all day and being some sort of submissive and boring housewife. She'd want a husband that challenged her and encouraged her to be more. And she'd kick her husbands ass and leave him for even looking in the direction of their nanny. Hell, Sharon probably wouldn't have a nanny, she'd want to be involved. He could picture her teaching her kids to climb trees, pick locks, throw a proper punch, and the importance of gun safety.

"You must make her real proud." Sam cackled. "Can you imagine taking this one home with you?" He inclined his beer at Bucky. Bucky scowled in return.

Sharon patted his shoulder affectionately. "Oh I can and I can't wait. My mother will lose her goddamn mind." She made a motion like a head exploding. Both Sam and Bucky stared at her as if she were insane for even thinking about bringing Bucky around her family. "I'm serious, do you know how many times she's told me I've ruined my life and I'll be lucky to be someone's first wife? I'm one lecture away from showing up to Christmas with Bucky and dropping the bomb that I was with Steve as well on her."

"Come on Share, she can't be that bad? I mean, my mom always pushed me to get married so she could have grandbabies. Every single girl at church knew who I was because of my mom. But it all came from the heart." Sam chuckled.

"The last time I went to see her she had three men waiting at the country club to meet me in the hopes that I would go out with one of them and hopefully marry them." She quipped.

"Were they at least attractive?" Bucky smirked. She made a move to punch his arm, but stopped when she realized it would be his metal one.

"Of course, she's vain. I can't marry someone she thinks is ugly. Then she couldn't plaster our picture all over the paper and at the country club for everyone to see." He was liking Mrs. Carter less and less and wanting to meet her more and more the longer Sharon talked. He understood why Sharon would want to take him home. Hell, he kind of wanted her to take him home just so he could see the mayhem unfold.

Sam let out a low whistle. "Your mother is a piece of work Thirteen. Hell, next time you go home you can take me too. You can tell her we're both your boyfriends and watch her head roll."

Sharon laughed. "I might hold you to that Wilson."

Bucky frowned and shook his head. "Fuck no, I'm selfish. I'd never share you with him." He motioned at Sam for added effect. "And your mother would definitely like him more than me."

Sharon leaned over and kissed his cheek. "But I don't want her to like you. If she likes you then we have bigger problems."

"What will your dad think?" Sam asked between bites of pizza.

Sharon shrugged. "He's pretty laid back. He only cares that I'm happy. He's the only reason I can stand going back for holidays. He'd get a kick out of your arm." She patted it lovingly.

"How is he married to your mother?" Bucky was in disbelief at how different she was making her parents out to be.

Sharon made a motion as if there was no explanation she could give. "They balance each other out I suppose. He gets her to relax a bit and she keeps him organized. He loves her more than anything so it works. I'm not sure how, but it does. She's not terrible all the time and deep down she means well. She just has very different views on how my life should be."

"You and I had very different childhoods." Sam got up to grab another round of beers.

"Oh I don't doubt it. I've heard your stories about fishing on the boat and parties at the dock. While you were running around having fun and eating hushpuppies I was attending stuffy tea parties and eating cucumber sandwiches. My mother wouldn't even let me get in the club pool because heaven forbid I ruin my curls and get sticky with sunscreen."

"What the hell kind of childhood did you have?" Bucky openly gaped at her. He could so clearly see him and his sisters playing out in the yard and getting dirty all afternoon before clamoring into the bath. Then there were all the times him and Steve ran the streets of Brooklyn. How many times did Bucky have to engage in some sort of fight Steve started and they both would stumble home with bloody noses?

"Prim and proper little Sharon." Sam laughed.

Sharon snickered. "My mother wished. She still reminds me about the damage control she had to do to her reputation when the ladies at the club found out I punched a kid and knocked him out in high school." Bucky's eyes bulged in admiration at her statement. His heart swelled something fierce at the thought of a teenage Sharon knocking out some punk kid in school. Goddamn she was sexy.

"Oh my God, please tell us the story." Sam was just as intrigued.

Sharon waved a hand. "Tyler Larson tried to put his hand up my skirt at the lunch table and I knocked his lights out. He fucking deserved it. I warned him I would hit him if he tried to hit on me again and he didn't listen." Sam was laughing while Bucky looked at her with what he was sure was a lovesick grin on his face. She caught his eye and smiled. How the hell did he get so lucky to have her in his life?

He leaned forward and captured her lips with his. When she tried to pull back he just wrapped a hand around her neck and held her to him. He just wanted to kiss his kick-ass girl just a moment longer.

"Whoa whoa!" They both turned to see Sam pointing his beer bottle at them. "We agreed not in front of me or I get to spill secrets."

Bucky's eyes narrowed. "You don't have any secrets on us."

Sam's smile turned wicked. "Okay, then why don't you tell Sharon how you hate that she squeezes the toothpaste tube from the middle instead of the end?"

Bucky's jaw clenched. It was one of the few pet peeves he had about her that he preferred stay private. It was an oddly domestic pet peeve that he felt shouldn't be brought up until they at least said the 'L' word to each other. Sharon turned to him and put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that annoyed you. I can try to change my habit."

"It's not a big deal." He tried to shrug it off, but she knew him better than that.

"And neither is changing my habit." She gave him a small smile and then turned her gaze back to Sam.

"Well that secret backfired, didn't it?" She said triumphantly.

Sam's eyes narrowed in on her. "Sharon, why don't you tell Bucky about his motorcycle?" She pursed her lips into a thin line.

"I'm going to knock your lights out just like Tyler Larson." The death glare she was sending Sam had him extremely curious about what Sam was talking about.

"What happened to my motorcycle?" Her glare towards Sam grew more furious at Bucky's question. He loved that bike and he was going to be livid if one of them scratched or broke anything on it.

"Nothing." Her voice was clipped. Sam stared back at her with a smug smile.

"Tell him how it makes you feel."

"How about you tell Bucky about what happened to his favorite jacket." Her voice laced with ice. Sam's eyes went wide and he jumped to his feet.

"I told you that in confidence and that it was an accident!"

Bucky gawked at Sam. "You're the one that lost my favorite jacket? You made me think I lost it on that mission to Norway."

"Sharon's the one who stepped on your watch and broke it!" She gasped and was suddenly on her feet as well.

Bucky joined them. "Why is it all my stuff that is getting ruined?" Neither of them were listening to him, they were staring each other down.

"Sam purposely forgets the onions on your sandwich order because he doesn't like the smell of them." Sharon threw back at Sam. He knew something was off, there was no way the restaurant forgot the onions every time.

"I'm doing us both a favor. You thanked me last time because you hate kissing him after he eats them." Sharon's fists clenched at her side.

Bucky's eyes turned to Sharon. "What the hell?"

"I'm sorry." She placed a quick kiss to his lips before turning back to Sam.

"Wait, but what about my motorcycle? I still want to know what you did to it."

Sam laughed. "We didn't do anything Buck. Sharon just can't contain herself when she sees you on it and she has a whole-ass song that she sings while she drools over you."

"Sam!" Sharon's voice was higher than normal. Her face was bright red. A grin slowly spread across Bucky's face. He knew she liked the bike, but didn't realize it turned her on so much. She pointed an accusing finger at him. "That's why I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would go straight to your head."

He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her slowly. He could feel her melt into it despite her utter embarrassment. "You want to go for a ride, doll?" He smiled against her lips.

"Yes, please, go for a ride and get your disgusting hormones away from me." Sam's voice pulled them apart.

"You could leave." Sharon shot back.

"You could play him the song."

"Yeah, play me the song." Bucky smirked at her. Her head dropped to his shoulder as the pair ganged up on her and took pleasure in her mortification. He'd never seen her so flustered and embarrassed. And it was all because of him. He'd be a fool to say he didn't like it.

"I'm going to kill you both." She mumbled into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky wrapped an arm around her protectively and pulled her in closer while she continued to bury herself in his shoulder until her embarrassment subsided.

They did end up going for a ride and Sharon did play the song that she had been singing earlier that day. And damn was he glad he talked her into it because the song wasn't even halfway over before she was pressing herself against him and kissing him thoroughly in the garage.