[Post-Mission Debrief – A dimly lit medical tent, Sharon’s arm bandaged, tension thick enough to slice with Cap’s shield.]

Sharon (weakly smirking despite the blood loss): How does it feel to know that your husband rushed down to check on his former love of his life?

You (slow head turn, smirking like the queen you are): As the true love of his life, I feel great that he’s such a wonderful man—compassionate even to someone as... unworthy as you.

Sharon (bitter, rolling her eyes): Still spicy, huh?

Bucky (sighing, rubbing his temple like he’s too old for this teenage-level drama): Doll… be nice. She just got shot.

You (hands on your hips, deadpan): Hey! I was. She started it...

[Bucky sighs deeper, the kind of sigh that says “I survived Hydra for this?”]