011 || Sharon Carter || video || Day 58

[agentx13]

Carter here. I realize many, if not all of us, are waking up somewhat changed this morning. If it isn't too much trouble, could you contact me and tell me what you've turned into? Some of the creatures we're turning into are potentially dangerous, which means trouble down the road.

Thank you.

[ Private messages follow. ]

Bruce Banner
Are you available to help?

Natasha Romanoff
My door is closed for a reason. You and the Doctor stay out. Not that I think the Doctor will have much trouble with that anymore.

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[agentx13]

[ She smiles against his skin. ] If you want.

[ And then she catches herself and grips his hands tightly to keep them still. ]

Steve. I don't think- I don't think you understand how difficult it is to maintain control, okay? Whatever I am, whatever I do, it... overwhelms people or something. Are you sure you can stop if you have to? [ Her eyes drop to his lips. He still looks like Steve, though she isn't in the mood right now to congratulate him on keeping up the guise. ] I really don't think I could if I wanted to.

[pursuitofcappiness]

I know. I can. Sharon, trust me.

[ He touches her cheek with his palm, innocent enough but hopefully they can just have a lot of these kinds of moments. ]

[agentx13]

[ She closes her eyes and leans her cheek into his hand. So soft... But of course, she can never be happy with merely what she has, can she. She pushes herself toward him to press her lips to his. More, more, more... ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ That's alright, he expected kissing. That's not the bad part. So far, it's still alright. But his lips are a little clumsy; she's the third woman he's kissed and he's... not too good at this. ]

[agentx13]

[ She doesn't mind how bad he is. She can still draw on it, bit by delicious bit. She moans softly and presses herself against him. Delicious... ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Okay, that's getting a little weird, but he totally signed up for weird. He just kind of, goes with it, tries to participate a little so he's not just like... a dead weight. But he's definitely not enthusiastic; he's much too shy for that. ]

[agentx13]

[ Her lips travel to the hollow of his throat and rest there, feeling the pulse of his body. She can smell the life in him. She should take it. She should ignore how he isn't her Steve and take it. That part of her that's trying to tell her he's only a food source is right. No, might be right.

Her lips trail back upward, following a vein. She's still wrapped around him, and her hands stop gripping onto him and instead brush over his arms.

He's only Steve Rogers. But there's no such thing as "only Steve Rogers." Steve is... Steve. One of the best people she knows. Particularly this Steve, who hasn't seen three quarters of what her Steve has seen. He doesn't know what Bucky will become yet, he doesn't know that the enemies he's fought for decades, who have killed friend after friend, are still around. He doesn't know that pain yet. He still thinks losing his best friend and Aunt Peggy are bad enough.

Oh, God. Aunt Peggy. He still loves Aunt Peggy. Aunt Peggy still loves him. He isn't just food. He isn't just a source. He's Steve Rogers, and he's a good man who loves a version of her aunt and is loved by a version of her aunt. She can't hurt him. She won't hurt him.

She takes a shuddering breath and forces herself away from him. She clenches her hands into fists and gives him a shaky smile. ]

That ought to do it. Thank you, Steve. I'm- I- I'm sorry.

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Against better judgment and protests from Bucky, Steve used to give blood whenever he could, even though he didn't have a whole lot in him. But he thought that if he was going to give a cup to all Brooklyn's back alleys, he should have been able to give some to his brothers overseas. He's type O of course, positive and nor negative but close enough. He would have gone in to donate from his other arm too, if just the one hadn't made him stumble around woozy afterwards, like a sloppy drunk.

He feels a little like that right now, but he's not even feeling nauseous yet. ]

Are you sure?

[ Not that he wants to take this further, but he can. ]

[agentx13]

I'm sure. Thank you.

[ She walks over to the door, taking deep breaths. She only starts taking lighter breaths when she realizes she's trying to track down his scent. ]

[ She forces a smile. ]

Thank you, Steve. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'll... I'll talk to you when all this is done, okay?

[pursuitofcappiness]

Of course.

Good luck.

[ He'd usually clap her on the shoulder or something, but that seems inappropriate, considering, so he just... salutes her, and then turns to leave. He could have done more for her. He knows he could have. ]