Sharon Carter couldn't take a hint.

Sam asked you to play nice for the sake of the mission, and you tried. You really did. But, man, was she testing your patience when she flirted with Bucky right in front of you.

"Oh, look. It's you." You rolled your eyes as you walked into the living room of Zemo's house in Latvia and saw Sharon sitting a little too close to Bucky on the couch. She looked over her shoulder at you and smirked. "It's okay to be happy to see me. Just because you're English doesn't mean you need to hide your emotions."

Lord give you strength.

She really thought she did something. Pouring yourself a glass of your drink of choice from the drink cart, you lost whatever hold you had on your tongue when Steve's sloppy seconds leaned in and laughed, placing her hand on Bucky's arm.

"I'm Irish. We let people know how we feel. Now f-ck off."

You stared Sharon down as Bucky snorted into his glass of whiskey. Clearly embarrassed, Sharon stood up from the couch, pouting. You took her spot, giving Sam an apologetic shrug as you sipped your drink and settled into your seat.