012 || Sharon Carter || LYING AND SAYING DAY 74 OKAY?
[ Sharon is far from pleased to find herself back here. She can remember it now, even though she could swear she had gone home. She and Steve, Sam, Rachel, and SHIELD had fought Codename Bravo and Madame Hydra, and- But it doesn't matter now, because she's back, trapped here by forces she still can't understand.
She surveys the house, noting that if nothing else, the Doctor has been here, and finally stops at the a window. She pours herself a glass of water, takes a sip, and then cues up the video. ]
This is Sharon Carter. Again. It seems I'm back.
What did I miss.
[ Oh, damn it. And she'd better do that, too. But- you know what? No. She can track people down and apologize for screwing them in a sex-crazed haze privately. ]
She surveys the house, noting that if nothing else, the Doctor has been here, and finally stops at the a window. She pours herself a glass of water, takes a sip, and then cues up the video. ]
This is Sharon Carter. Again. It seems I'm back.
What did I miss.
[ Oh, damn it. And she'd better do that, too. But- you know what? No. She can track people down and apologize for screwing them in a sex-crazed haze privately. ]
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[ She shrugs, bowing her head to more easily ignore his reaction. What was so wrong with asking him? He wouldn't ask her. Not again. And she isn't sure she wants to know why Tony is having the reaction he's having. ]
Machinesmith is... He used to be Samuel Saxon. He built robots, and after he died, the robots transferred his consciousness to another robot. Now he can transfer his consciousness from machine to machine. Once, when Steve died, Saxon downloaded knowledge from Steve's brain like it was a harddrive. In this instance, the Avengers trapped him in a tape, and I had to set him free to find out what he knew about Steve's condition.
And Baron Zemo. He's the son of the guy who worked with the Nazis. The plane that Bucky was attached to took off from his place in Britain. I throttled him into unconsciousness. [ Again, she sounds far too pleased with herself. But Zemo was the one who had attacked her men. If anything, she'd gone easy on him. ]
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And all Tony ever has to know is that a thing is possible to make it a reality. ]
I don't know about either of them. Bucky, yeah. We had Bucky Barnes. Saxon and Baron Emo? Not so much. Not that I know of, anyway. I'd say I'd look into it when I got home, but...
[ He frowns slightly. Just for an instant. ]
I didn't remember any of this either. Course, I'm going to work on fixing that.
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Tony, no.
[ But then he moves on, and she draws closer, intrigued. ]
You're going to fix it so we can remember what's happened here?
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Derailing that train of thought before it can get out of the station, Tony tips his head toward her and gives her a lazy, confident smile. ]
Sharon, I'm going to fix everything.
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Keeping in mind that we're being monitored, is there anything I can help with in that respect?
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I haven't gotten laid in... I don't know, I've lost track. It's been a long time. You want to help with that?
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I'm not a succumb us anymore, Tony. [She frowns for a moment. Now that she's here again, she can remember... Oh, shit. She runs her hands through her hair.]
What if I said yes?
[After all, she's already fucked Ligan here. And Kobra. Jesus.]
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[ There's a special hell out there reserved for people who sleep with Captain America's almost-fiance. Tony recognizes this. It just doesn't discourage him. ]
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[ She sighs, her eyes falling to the table. ]
Let's be adults about this.
Nothing we do here affects anything back home. We're... doing something here. So there's no reason not to follow up except moral hang-ups. Which, obviously, only go so far.
So here's my proposal. We can be... fuck buddies, for lack of a better term. But if Steve shows up - any version of Steve - we stop.
[ Because that would be too much, even for a woman who has been willing to kill to accomplish a mission. ]
Sorry if you were hoping for something more romantic.