Chapter Twenty-Four
Steve
As I get out of the vehicle, I watch Sharon as she gets out of hers, "I don't think you understand the concept of a get away car," She teases.
"It's low profile," I respond walking over to her as she gets to her trunk. She is here. Helping us. Still.
"Good, cause this stuff tends to draw a crowd," She opens the trunk to reveal my shield as well as Sam's wings and a bag the had been Bucky and Madeline's evidently.
I look at her, "I owe you again," I saw, marvelling at the fact she is continuing to help me.
She smiles at me, Sharon really is beautiful, "Keeping a list," She says casually, sending me a small smile. I think back to when I thought she was just the nurse across the hall. I'n not sure which reality is better. Everything just had this way of becoming more and more complicated in my life. Yet here she was, in spite of it all. Helping me, regardless of the fact it put her in danger, at very least of losing her career, if not risking her life. As if reading my mind Sharon glared over her shoulder at the Volkswagen Sam, Bucky and Madeline were all currently packed into. "You know he basically tried to kill me right?" She asked looking back at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Sorry," I felt my shoulders sag, wondering who else Bucky hurt when he wasn't himself, "I'll put it on the list," I find myself saying. I take a moment before I look back up at her and I feel concern for her bubbling in my chest. "They are gonna come looking for you,"
"I know," Sharon says, nodding her head. I look up at her.
"Thank you Sharon," I look at her, what she has done, to help me, in spite of everything. She was here, and she saw me for what I was. She didn't doubt my judgement, or try and stop me, she only supported me, through all of this. Helped me find Bucky, helped me save Bucky. And I find myself stepping towards her, and within the instant my hand is on her neck, in her hair and I pull her close. Her lips find mind, and in a moment we are kissing.
It is a brutal assault on all my sense, I smell the lavender in her hair but then suddenly, as if a switch has been flipped I smell vanilla, from another woman's hair and another kiss, from nearly two years ago... And instead of Sharon, I taste someone else the bubblegum flavour she still had on her lips, and in an instant nothing feels right. But slowly I inhale, because this is right, this is what is supposed to happen. Because it is Sharon who is here with me. Sharon who has my back.
I pull back, slowly, and I hear her say, "That kiss was..."
"Late," I say looking at her, I am tired of waiting for something that is never going to happen. I am tired of holding my breath for something it feels like we have been on the cusp of for so long. I need to move forward. And it is clear that Nat doesn't want to move forward with me now.
"Damn right," Sharon said. I step back from her, because no matter what I still have echo's of Nat's kiss in my head. But I take a breath, just instinct. That will fade. "I should go," Sharon says and I nod.
I realize it will take time, but I want to move forward, I am tired of spinning my wheels.
A/N: Ugh, this was literally the hardest chapter for me to write because I cannot say how ANTI-Steve/Sharon I am. No offence to anyone who ships them. I just can't... I literally watched this scene about five hundred times trying to slant it my way, the Romanogers way, as much as possible but it is a tricky scene to say the least, we will just have to give Steve some time... and keep our fingers crossed lol ;) Updates soon to follow -Cat