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Sharon Carter
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Date: 2023-05-15 01:39 am (UTC)She turns the laptop back around, but finds herself reluctant to shut the screen and close the photo. Sharon settles for putting the computer on the coffee table, and turns back to Nat with a deep breath. "I grew up watching those old reels, listening to Aunt Peggy's stories. Even if I hadn't gone back in time, I think I would have recognized his voice."
Her head is still aching. She reaches up to rub at it. When she speaks, she fights for ruthless control over her voice, trying to keep it from shaking. "Stark – Howard – he was worried about timelines. What would happen if one collapsed. He told me not to say anything about the future. And I couldn't anyway, I couldn't – "
It's been two years, but right now the pain is as raw and immediate as if she'd just come back, only just now seen Steve's face as he told her Bucky had fallen. Her voice grows thick. "I knew he was, was lost. I didn't tell them. I didn't tell them any of it. The plane, the ice – "