[ Sharon is about to reply to the video before she realizes that a message to one of them is a message to all of them, and though she sort of knows the other two, she doesn't know them. Not like she does Steve.
So instead she pastes on a bright smile, videos in, says, ] Welcome back to hell, you three. [ And then she cuts the feed and takes a breath.
Because it's not as if she really knows Steve, if she's being honest. She knows facts, sure. She's read his file, she's lived across from him. She knows a bit of his character. Enough to respect him, even though sometimes he makes her grit her teeth and want to smack him and tell him off.
But they can still talk. But it's awkward enough that she doesn't want to talk to him with anyone as perceptive as Natasha Romanoff listening in.
So instead, she decides to try and meet with him in person.
She avoids his floor. There are too many people they both know there, mostly him, and if she doesn't want Natasha listening in to them being awkward and careful of each other, she certainly doesn't want the rest of the floor listening in.
She considers sending him a text, but he and the other two are probably still together and fielding messages.
She figures she'll have to see him eventually, one way or the other, so she doesn't rush. She more just... wants to make sure he's okay. She knows what she went through before she arrived, so she'll just... make sure.
He isn't in the training center. Isn't in the kitchen. That's fine. Not in the library, as near as she can tell. But no, he wouldn't be in the library. He'd be burning off steam if something's wrong. Or if it's... Well, if she's being honest, he's probably working out somewhere anyway, just with varying degrees of emo. The guy could bench press a bus, but he still works out like a damn machine.
She heads outside. He wouldn't be in the maze. He'd be somewhere he could run or hit things or both. She sighs and heads down to the beach, thinking she'll check the roof after if he isn't there, and maybe, maybe, if she still can't find him, check his room.
But no, there's the idiot right there, running fast enough that Sharon would feel ashamed of her own speed if it weren't for the fact that she's not superhuman.
She doesn't try to catch up with him. Instead, she just waits. He'll see her eventually. ]
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So instead she pastes on a bright smile, videos in, says, ] Welcome back to hell, you three. [ And then she cuts the feed and takes a breath.
Because it's not as if she really knows Steve, if she's being honest. She knows facts, sure. She's read his file, she's lived across from him. She knows a bit of his character. Enough to respect him, even though sometimes he makes her grit her teeth and want to smack him and tell him off.
But they can still talk. But it's awkward enough that she doesn't want to talk to him with anyone as perceptive as Natasha Romanoff listening in.
So instead, she decides to try and meet with him in person.
She avoids his floor. There are too many people they both know there, mostly him, and if she doesn't want Natasha listening in to them being awkward and careful of each other, she certainly doesn't want the rest of the floor listening in.
She considers sending him a text, but he and the other two are probably still together and fielding messages.
She figures she'll have to see him eventually, one way or the other, so she doesn't rush. She more just... wants to make sure he's okay. She knows what she went through before she arrived, so she'll just... make sure.
He isn't in the training center. Isn't in the kitchen. That's fine. Not in the library, as near as she can tell. But no, he wouldn't be in the library. He'd be burning off steam if something's wrong. Or if it's... Well, if she's being honest, he's probably working out somewhere anyway, just with varying degrees of emo. The guy could bench press a bus, but he still works out like a damn machine.
She heads outside. He wouldn't be in the maze. He'd be somewhere he could run or hit things or both. She sighs and heads down to the beach, thinking she'll check the roof after if he isn't there, and maybe, maybe, if she still can't find him, check his room.
But no, there's the idiot right there, running fast enough that Sharon would feel ashamed of her own speed if it weren't for the fact that she's not superhuman.
She doesn't try to catch up with him. Instead, she just waits. He'll see her eventually. ]