Sam rolled his eyes and gave a frustrated growl as he walked around the still-airborne jet, gathering his gear. "C'mon, girl! Let me go in! We both know dam-darn well how much he needs me." The avenger ordered Redwing onto the back of his suit.
Sharon gave him a teasing look and chuckled. "You know, you can swear while Steve's not around - I don't mind. I'm used to it."
"Look, sister, you want me not to get chewed out by Cap when you guys have kids runnin' around an' copyin' everything their hecka cool uncle says, you better expect me to start cleanin' up my vocab now." He checked his suit's charge and glanced up at Sharon who had blushed when he mentioned she and Steve having children. She couldn't suppress a smile.
"See," continued the war vet, "Steve might be able to change old army habits fast, but if you haven't noticed yet, I do what he does, just slower."
"All right," consented the blonde with a sigh, "you can go in. Not that I could've stopped you anyways," she muttered. "But be careful. You know well enough that HYDRA doesn't play nice." She continued typing on her laptop for a few more seconds and then leaned back and slipped off her headset, rubbing her stiff neck. "I'd go in myself, except I'm still waiting for a confirmation from Clint. I don't expect Wanda to get into this one - we shouldn't have all our players in the same field, and besides, this base is very like the one used on her and her brother." Sharon stood up and hit the latch that unlocked the back door of the jet, following Sam as he prepared to jump.
"We got this," said the Falcon with a reassuring smile. "But hey, if my wingman wants to join in, I got no objections."
"I'll tell Clint you said that."
Sam laughed and shook his finger at her. "Don't you dare, girl, don't you dare."