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Sharon Carter
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- 1: [ Brooklyn ] a new beginning
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Date: 2023-05-10 12:45 pm (UTC)Not the scream. Not the way he struggles, like he'd kill himself to get free. Steve, throwing caution to the wind, starts forward – with what plan, Sharon has no idea, she only knows he's reacting to the same agony that's ripping her apart inside – only for a scatter of gunfire to make him duck and whirl.
"Stand down, Cap!" comes Rumlow's enhanced voice, and Steve grips at his shield, apparently torn between fighting and running.
Nat suffers no such indecision. "We have to get out of here," she snaps. Steve throws an anguished glance at Bucky, and Sam spreads his wings, holding out his hand to her. "What's the call, Cap?" he asks.