#sharon: flashback

[avengerofiron]

February 14, 2016 || for @sharcarters

“It’s bullshit,” Tony declared, a half-drunk bottle of wine slipping from between his fingers and landing comfortably on the couch cushions, his other hand slapping a newspaper on the coffee table in front of Sharon. “Apparently he’s requesting medical records, trying to prove he’s the kid.” It would be proven inaccurate, just as all the other Danny Rands were. The x-rays would be repeated, there’d be no scar tissue on his arm, and they’d all go back to their old lives – hope thoroughly extinguished. “All of this, everything, is bullshit. Oh, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Anyone would be justified in thinking this was a planned meeting – that he expected Sharon to be there given how casually he greeted her. It wasn’t. As far as he was aware, she was on a very important, very confidential mission. As far as she was aware, he was beating the snot out of Hydra three continents away. “You want some chocolates?” he asked, going for the ottoman by the couch. “I’ve got six boxes. Sixth year of being together, you know that?”

A huff of laughter as he dropped onto the couch himself, side pressed to his cousin’s. “She’s gone,” Tony said with a sniff, popping the cap off the bottle – and then he thought better of it, offering some to Sharon first. “You get dumped too, or is this just a really pathetic choice for entertainment on your part?”

[ironiccrus]

Change of Heart || Tony & Sharon

@agenthamburger

September 13, 2009

It had been nine months since Tony was found by James Rhodes and his merry band of Air Force renegades in the desert. It had been three months since Tony Stark appeared at the military base just outside Malibu and was told to go get his head on straight. It had been three months minus four days since Tony decided, without even a trace of self doubt that was evident in so many of his decisions, to open a file titled Mark II, and do the testing his own damn self. It had been half an hour since Obie informed him of the catastrophic drop in Stark Industries stock prices and Tony had avoided the conversation with the same ease as he avoided all conversations these days.

Of course, there would always be exceptions. Tony held his hand up, running his eyeline down his arm towards the target on the wall in front of him. He could feel heat burning in his palm, the arc reactor whirring insistently in his chest, but when he launched the blast, it did nothing but burn out the circuitry. “Shit,” Tony hissed, scrambling for the emergency release button, even though it didn’t really matter at this point – his arm was covered in burns, some scarring over already. By the time he looked up to see who had come down (it had to be Pepper, she was one of only three who had the codes), Sharon Carter was already standing right in the middle of the chaos of the workshop, and Tony felt as if whatever was left of his heart just casually jumped out and landed, splat, right in front of her.

“Obie already tried pizza,” Tony said, finally, voice thick from disuse.‌ “I … whatever they’re saying about me, Shar, it’s … I’m not losing it. I’m not crazy. That’s why you’re here, right? To talk me down?” Tony sniffed, grabbing a wet cloth from the workbench, pressing it to his arm. “It won’t work, not even if it’s you.”

[spyderwomcn]

@agenthamburger

At this moment in time, the half of the Treskelion that was burning was fairing better than the floor Jess was stuck on. Jess had the unfortunate luck to be in a department that didn’t get taken out immediately by a nosediving Helicarrier, so instead she was subject to more than few accusing glares and her colleagues’ seemingly unanimous decision to put her at gunpoint. After all, who was the most obvious double agent in the entire building? It had to be the agent that came in with nothing other than Fury’s begrudging recommendation, the girl that had been raised by the organisation, the woman that no one really knew, right?

Luckily, there were plenty of distractions in the immediate aftermath of Rogers’ big announcement, and Jess was able to put those Hydra-taught espionage lessons to good use and get out from under the scrutiny. Romanoff was off the reservation, Clint was God knows where and Ward was out of D.C. on a mission, so there was maybe one person in the building that Jess knew she could lean on.

Jess turned a corner, coming face to face with a rather angry looking SHIELD agent. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed approximately ten technicians huddled together, attempting to use their desk as a shield against bullets. “Jessica Drew,” the man said, raising his gun to her head.

“Relax, buddy,” she said, holding up her hand. “Hail Hydra.”

The man relaxed almost immediately. “Of course, I don’t know-”

Jess grabbed onto his wrist, sending a venom blast up the limb until he was twitching, falling to the ground the second she let him go. “Sorry for ruining your element of surprise, Carter,” she called out to the room, “but I figure I look sketchier than you.”