Extended Summary:

After returning from the blip, Sharon Carter is finding her place in the world again. She never expected to find Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes on her doorstep with a proposition for her. A proposition that leads her to moving in with the boys and becoming a part of the new Cap Trio. Now she's stuck with the bickering pair while they fight to keep Captain America's shield and navigate their new dynamic. A new dynamic that is becoming more and more complicated as Sharon becomes increasingly more curious what it would be like to kiss that damn scowl off Bucky Barnes' mouth.

A/N: Has loose ideas/themes of the new FATWS show, but this is my take on the trio coming together and Sharon/Bucky finding each other. I started writing this before the newest trailer.

Authors Note:

Please Read: I had this idea brewing for a long time when things were starting to come out regarding what the new Falcon and the Winter Soldier show would entail. I started writing this after the first actual trailer. I normally don't post my stories until I have them fully written, but with FATWS coming out soon and the new trailer dropping, I figured I should get this out there.

This is my take on our new favorite trio coming together and kicking ass along with some Sharon & Bucky romance. I am a die-hard Steve/Sharon but since the MCU killed that, I have been warming up to the idea of Sharon and Bucky because let's be honest- power couple.

Please Enjoy!

CARTER

Sharon Carter scowled from behind the lens of her scope. She was hidden in the window of an old abandoned and decrepit office building. The dusty metal chair she was perched on creaked when she stretched her back and was leaving a thick layer of dust on the backside of her dark jeans. Her black long sleeve shirt and jacket were doing nothing to keep her warm. She adjusted her fabric hood and bent down to look through the scope again.

"What are you two idiots doing?" She muttered to herself as she watched Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes stroll down the empty street completely oblivious to anything around them as they seemingly bickered…again. She'd been watching them for almost two months now- following their movements as they worked various missions. If they knew she was lurking about, they never made any indication of it and never attempted to initiate contact. They knew she would make contact when she was ready, she had told them so months ago.

Sharon remembered that day all too clearly. She'd been staying in the guest house at the Carter Estate since she came back to life in the blip. It was taking her longer than she liked to attempt to piece together her life, assets, and figure out if she could finally stop running since Germany. The gate buzzed and Sharon was surprised to see Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes standing awkwardly on the driveway through the gate camera. She could see they were arguing, something she came to learn they did a lot of.

"Guest house to the right." She told them through the intercom. She raised a curious eyebrow when she swung open the door. "This can't be good." Sam and Bucky eyed each other at her words. Sharon held the door open for them and motioned them forward into the small home before shutting the door behind them with a soft click.

She put her hands on her hips. "Let's skip the pleasantries and you two tell me why you're here. I'm guessing it has to do with Steve." She frowned at the thought of Steve. They had kept in touch after Germany, occasionally meeting up to share intel and a bed until she died in the blip. When she finally got ahold of him after she returned to the living it was clear that what ever might have been between them was over. Of course it was over, she had been dead for five years and Steve obviously wasn't as bent out of shape about it as he should have been. That fucking hurt.

"Sharon… Steve's gone." She listened intently while Sam recalled the events that led to Steve handing over his shield as an old man. She pursed her lips and bit her tongue to hold back the growing pile of questions and obscene words that grew in her throat. Bucky stood rigidly next to Sam looking like he was still trying to believe the story Sam was spinning. They both watched her expectantly when Sam's story finally came to an end.

She nodded slowly and rocked on the balls of her feet. "Okay." She moved to where her gun was hidden and pulled it out, cocking it.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Both men lurched forward.

"I'm not going to shoot you." She rolled her eyes and stepped past them. "Come on." She called over her shoulder as she threw open the backdoor and took off across the lawn. She could hear the men following her as she trudged to the shooting range at the back of the property. She lifted the gun and shot at the target until it was empty. She let out a long sigh and let the gun fall to her side. When she turned back to her guests they were staring in bewilderment and with a hint of understanding. Bucky's face almost looked impressed.

"What a fucking asshole. Anyone else want a go?" She motioned to the target. "I have more guns and ammo locked in the house safe."

"Hell yes." Bucky smiled for the first time since they arrived. Sam gave him an incredulous look to which Bucky just shrugged.

"Can you blame us?" Sharon moved to stand in solidarity with Bucky. "We both have to live with the fact that we come second to a woman who knew Steve for only a fraction of the time we did and has never seen him naked."

"Whoa what are you insinuating Carter?" Bucky's eyes bugged.

She rolled her eyes. "He was your best friend since you were kids, I assume you've seen him naked at some point in your life." She pushed the gun into his hands. "I'll go get some more ammo."

They spent an hour shooting at the back range before Sam finally threw out a proposition to Sharon. "Come work with us. We could use your expertise. We're both shit with computers and need someone who can plan an op down to the last detail."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"What else are you going to do?" Bucky asked bluntly.

"Kick Steve's ass comes to mind. I assume you could point me in the right direction. Hell, I bet you'd join me." Bucky smirked at her sharp wit. She ran a hand through her hair. "I still have some things I need to take care of before I tie myself to anything or anyone. Maybe in a few months."

Sam nodded in understanding. "For when you're ready." He handed her a card with his secure line.

"Thanks Sam."

"See you around Sharon." Sam gave her a hug. "Take care of yourself."

"You too."

Bucky nodded at her. "Carter."

"Barnes." She returned his gesture.

That was four months ago. She spent the next two months tying up loose ends and sulking in the truth she had always known- she would never live up to Peggy Carter's legacy. Not in her career and not in her love life. It was bitter feeling that kept her up at night and had her raging against her punching bag during the day. Just the thought of it now still made her insides churn. She contemplated tracking down Steve and giving his old ass a piece of her mind, but then she would reason that it wasn't worth it. Its not like it would change anything.

When she had finally gotten her life and affairs in order, she moved out of the guest house and back into an apartment of her own. She got in touch with Maria Hill and started doing small ops for her and Fury. It was by happenstance that she encountered Sam and Bucky while gathering intel on an illegal arms dealer. She had been sitting innocently in a laundromat watching the sketchy tattoo shop across the street when people started screaming and the sound of gunshots cut through the air. Sharon reached for her gun to intervene but stopped when the familiar flash of blue, red, and silver met her eyes and Sam emerged holding Captain America's shield. Bucky emerged next dragging her target out onto the street with his metal arm. She holstered her weapon and made herself scarce, calling Hill to let her know what had happened. After that, she started keeping tabs on the men. They weren't lying when they said they could benefit from her expertise, it seemed like every mission was as unplanned as the one before.

The sound of gunshots drew Sharon back to the present. She cursed. Bucky and Sam scattered in opposite directions, returning fire and running for cover. She looked through her scope, assessing the threat.

"Fuck." She was going to have to engage. She gripped the weapon before her and angled. She fired once, twice, three times- hitting each target in the chest. She ducked when a shot shattered the window above her head. She peeked through her scope to spy a sniper on the roof of the building across from her. She tried to get a vantage point, but the building sat higher and she could only see the barrel of the gun, not the person behind it.

She rolled and crawled out of the line of fire, abandoning her own long range weapon and pulling the handgun from her hip. She barreled down the steps and pressed her back to the wall as she peeked out into the street. It was quiet. Sam was nowhere to be seen and Bucky was cautiously surveying the area from his spot in the opposite alley. A man in black appeared from no where and slammed into Bucky forcing him back out into the open street. Sharon's eyes flew up to the sniper on the building opposite. They were still there and angling to reposition and shoot.

Before she could second guess how dangerous and stupid it was, she hurtled herself out of the building and into the street. Bucky's assailant fell to the ground as she shouted his name in warning. "Barnes! Sniper!"

His head snapped in her direction at the sound of her voice. Recognition sparked in his eyes in enough time to stop himself from attacking her but too late to stop her from throwing her arms around him and turning his body out of harms way. Pain exploded in Sharon's body and she stumbled forward from the impact into his solid form. His strong arm caught her while the other laid fire in the direction of the shot. They stumbled into the side alley. Sharon was half pushing Bucky while he was half dragging her. Bucky's arm tightened around her waist when she tripped on her own two heavy feet.

"Fuck Carter, what are you doing here?" He helped her into a sitting position behind a large dumpster.

"Watching your six, what does it look like?" She teased between gasps of pain. Her arm was slowly turning into deadweight.

Bucky shoved a gun into her shaky grasp. "Don't go anywhere." Sharon isn't sure how long she sat slumped against the rough brick. Her eyes were growing steadily heavier and she was having a hard time focusing.

"Carter. Shit, Sharon, open you eyes for me." She opened her eyes just enough to see a blurry Bucky crouched before her. His face was full of concern. She wanted to comment on how odd it was to see the former assassin look worried for once, but she couldn't form the words. "Sharon?"

"Ugh." Her tongue felt heavy and her brain muddled. Bucky's strong arms lifting her and cradling her to his chest was the last thing she registered before slipping into darkness.