Steve felt his heart hitch for a moment when he heard her voice. Was this the worst idea he'd ever had? What if the building exploded the moment she opened the door? He didn't have his uniform. Didn't even have the shield. This whole thing stood a very real chance of turning into a disaster any second. He should go home. He should get the shield at the very least. He should --
There was a not so brief moment where Steve almost wished they were just out running again. It would have been easier not to stare at her when she opened the door, or when she spoke. It would have been easier to keep himself grounded when he tried to find words, even if he did manage to get them out with a least a decent veneer of confidence draped over them.
"Hello Sharon." Okay, so maybe it was only two words, but it was a start, a foothold. Steve was good at working with footholds and climbing the insurmountable. He could do this, he had to do this, he owed it to Sharon if nothing else. After all, who else had stood by him when he'd been so stubborn and bull headed? Who else had ever taken him by the arm, looked him in the eye, and told him no? Maybe Bucky, or Logan, but that was different. The love he had for both men was brotherly, while what he felt for Sharon was...
He nearly lost his footing entirely when she reached up so naturally to adjust his collar. It was like nothing had changed at all, it was like he'd seen her just yesterday. Which he had, but, yesterday being the yesterday. Maybe that was why, as her hands rolled the collar of his jacket into place, his own reached out to tenderly brush a strand of hair from the side of her face and tuck it behind her ear.
"You look nice..." Because what else was there to say when you were standing awkwardly in the hall?