#cryostate

[statesenemy]

shar can we get boba please. pretty please

don't know if we should after what you did to the last one

[statesenemy]

prompt hoard: always accepting !

she has not been gone 10 minutes and he already managed to wreck her car. sharon stares at the busted hood, the dented passenger door, and most telling of all, the somewhat guilty look on @cryostate's face. all around them, police officers are milling about, taking away the hostiles in handcuffs and squeezing them into the backseat of police vehicles. from time to time, some local gang made up of enhanced individuals would take it upon themselves to terrorize a small neighborhood, attempting to establish their dominance or whatever, only to be promptly neutralized before they can start their reign of terror.

"did it have to be my car?" sharon asks bucky, gesturing at her SHIELD-issue vehicle. it's just like them to be entangled in this sort of situation, even if they were just passing through. bucky sighs and tells her, bill me for the repairs later.

she waves him off. "SHIELD will take care of it, but now we have to look for another ride." she looks around as though a car rental place would magically appear behind her if she willed it strong enough. no such luck, and it is getting dark. they might have to buckle up for the night and try their luck in the morning. "well, for now we'll walk. come on." sharon takes off in the general direction of the main street, trusting that bucky would follow her. after a few minutes of comfortable silence, she asks, "do you like cheeseburgers, james? because i feel like i could eat ten of them right now."

[statesenemy]

prompt hoard: always accepting !

okay, maybe pointing ant-man's beam on the red skull wasn't her best idea — but it was an idea, and it still ended up working. the bigger he was, the easier it was to shoot him with the quinjet's missiles, and when sharon decides to shoot someone, she usually doesn't miss. they told her she fainted right after, and considering the past days' ordeal, it's not surprising to find out that her body has decided it's had enough. she managed to sleep for a whole 18 hours.

the sun feels like an assault against her eyes when she wakes up. agent thirteen blinks the fatigue out of her system, re-orients herself into new surroundings, and realizes that she's in a hospital room. panic sets in; quick as a viper, coiling around her windpipe. for a moment, she thought she was in the red skull's base again, strapped into a hospital bed without a firm grip on her own mind. and then her gaze shifts and she's met with a familiar sight.

"bucky?" it breaks the panic-induced hallucination almost instantly. @cryostate regards her quietly for a few seconds, and then: i thought you were going to die.

"no, i was just —" sharon swallows hard. her mouth feels sandpaper-rough and she thinks she might kill for a glass of water. "— taking a really long nap, i suppose. are you..." her eyes scan him from head to toe as he sits there, adjacent to her hospital bed. "...alright?" how could he be, she thinks to herself, after everything? it's a stupid question, but she doesn't berate herself for it considering her current state.

sharon also knows he might not mean that he thought she was going to die in her sleep. she did go against his and natasha's advise. instead of staying on the ship, she decided to surrender herself to those who were looking for her, thinking it would expedite the resolution to their problem. the amount of grief she must have given him... still, her safety could not take precedence from the objectives of their mission: stop the red skull once and for all and take steve back from wherever hellish pocket of time they stuck him in. all things considered, they achieved what they set out to do, though admittedly, not entirely without collateral damage.

[rock-n-lab]

DIY Cryostate from Russia with love