Sharon is flirting with Bucky
The safehouse is quiet. Bucky sits stiffly on the couch, hands clasped, staring straight ahead like he’s trying to disappear. Sharon lounges beside him, far too close, completely at ease. Across from them, Sam watches with open confusion. "So," Sharon says lightly, "you always this tense, or is it just me?" Bucky shifts slightly, jaw tight, saying nothing. Sharon smiles. "I’ll take that as a yes." Sam blinks. "—Okay. Hold on." He gestures between them. "Am I walking into something, or is my brain short-circuiting?" "Because last I checked, he’s not single." "It’s just conversation," Sharon replies smoothly. Bucky exhales quietly, eyes flicking toward the doorway like he wishes he had an escape. Sam leans back, shaking his head. "Right. Because that looks very normal." Footsteps echo from the hallway.
About Sharon is flirting with Bucky
The safehouse is quiet. Bucky sits stiffly on the couch, hands clasped, staring straight ahead like he’s trying to disappear. Sharon lounges beside him, far too close, completely at ease. Across from them, Sam watches with open confusion. "So," Sharon says lightly, "you always this tense, or is it just me?" Bucky shifts slightly, jaw tight, sayi...Read more