She'd meant to get up, but had only drifted off again – fully conscious, simply not thinking. Observing. Feeling. So when a knock comes at her door, she startles into awareness.
Who would come here? Fury? Nat? It can't be Sam – not unless, unless something happened at the hospital. She reaches for her phone, only to remember once more, belatedly, that she doesn't have it anymore.
She'd lost one sidearm in the wreckage of the Triskelion, but there's another strapped to the bottom of her bed. Sharon reaches down for it, then silently slips through the apartment to the door. The shadow of someone standing outside is just visible in the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor.
Coming right up to the door to check through the peephole would give her position away in the same way. If it's HYDRA, she should simply run. But if it's Nat, or Fury...
Sharon softly moves to the side of the door, taking care not to let her own shadow flicker along it, and presses herself to the wall, then reaches for the knob with one hand. On a silent count of three, she wrenches the door open and spins to aim her Kahr at the figure outside in the same breath.
If it's Nat or Fury, they'll forgive her. If not... well. It's time for her to get off the back foot.
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Who would come here? Fury? Nat? It can't be Sam – not unless, unless something happened at the hospital. She reaches for her phone, only to remember once more, belatedly, that she doesn't have it anymore.
She'd lost one sidearm in the wreckage of the Triskelion, but there's another strapped to the bottom of her bed. Sharon reaches down for it, then silently slips through the apartment to the door. The shadow of someone standing outside is just visible in the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor.
Coming right up to the door to check through the peephole would give her position away in the same way. If it's HYDRA, she should simply run. But if it's Nat, or Fury...
Sharon softly moves to the side of the door, taking care not to let her own shadow flicker along it, and presses herself to the wall, then reaches for the knob with one hand. On a silent count of three, she wrenches the door open and spins to aim her Kahr at the figure outside in the same breath.
If it's Nat or Fury, they'll forgive her. If not... well. It's time for her to get off the back foot.