Sharon entirely skipped past the little notion that she sometimes thought she wasn’t worth saving. He wasn’t wrong, she was the martyr type just as bad as he was only… he did it because it was what Captain America needed to do at times, whereas for Sharon… She did it because she thought people needed others more. Though in the case of her decision to side with the Initiative… she might have been inclined to get a little mopey and not have felt like she was worth saving, she certainly still didn’t feel worthy of the way he was looking at her - even after everything he’d said, even after the little physical cues. But she wasn’t the sort to think she was worthless. The way she felt about herself, her ability to sacrifice herself was a complicated emotion that couldn’t be explained by words like worthless that lacked a nuance to them that missed out on major, core parts of her personality and why she did what she did.
Studying his reaction, Sharon didn’t regret the chaste little kiss. It was affectionate and while in the moment the idea she may have been crossing the line at itched at the back of her mind, scratched at her as she leaned in, she’d wholly ignored it and the way he responded. Well, he didn’t push her away - that alone had been promising. Should she even be thinking that? That that was promising? She was hoping she wasn’t just replacing guilt about betrayal with guilt about being selfish. But he wouldn’t be here if…
A soft smile lingered on her lips as she settled back down, her eyes never once leaving his face. She didn’t want to forget a moment like this. Just like she hadn’t forgotten a moment of the last time… even if this had some infinitely more painful aspects. Because as well as she’d taken it, as much as she’d brushed it off, it was still never comforting nor amusing to find out you were dead - even if it was in another reality. Particularly given the similarities were stark between the two. Dead there might have meant eventually dead in a similar way in her… she cut off the thought. She wasn’t going to soil this moment, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
“I’d come for you no matter where you were and, if I had my way, you’d get out or neither of us would.” That hit her in the pit of her stomach, she knew he meant it and she knew the gravity of meaning it after what she’d just found out. After finding out she’d… no, no, she still wasn’t going to go there. She wasn’t going to enjoy this moment. She had no idea if she’d get another one. She had no idea if he’d wake up in the morning and decide because she wasn’t precisely his Sharon that this couldn’t happen, that he didn’t have it in him or something (Sharon has irrational moments, she won’t deny that, and her inner thoughts were definitely veering that way at the moment), that he just wouldn’t be able to do what he’d said. Help her find forgiveness, help her…
Then he’d gone and done it, it was almost as if it happened in slow motion and she ignored the way he tensed, she brushed it off because it didn’t even register to her. There it was again, that vulnerable look that only he really ever saw. Something that was usually shared just between them. Her Aunt’s funeral had been another moment but beyond that… Sharon pulled her bottom lip slowly through her teeth again as he stumbled through the question.
“You’re an idiot, Steven Grant Rogers.” She said, it took a lot of effort for her to speak - for her to put that little familiar tone on the way she said it, couple it with a little smirk as she just looked up at him. Despite her efforts, the statement was still make at a quiet almost demure volume.