Re: log, Manhattan: Sharon C/Steve R
One of the agents moved to open the door, but Steve had it open and Sharon eyed the agent in question and informed he needed to be a little quicker on the uptake, but it was followed with a nudge of her elbow. She looked Steve over, she'd seen worse - much worse. Even on him, but it wasn't the uniform, the blood, the dirt, or even the mussed hair. It was the expression on his face, as neutral as it may have been to anyone else - she was learning to know better. "Captain Rogers," she said with a nod, as formal as she'd ever been with him - but this was work.
There were three men in the mobile unit with her, one at a console monitoring set up across New York, another monitoring and communicating with the incoming teams from DC and another dealing with on site logistics. "Agents, do a lap, come back with a list of what we need. I'll handle it in here." They didn't hesitate, they stood said 'yes sir,' nodded at Steve and exited quickly door closing behind them. She and Steve were alone in the vehicle, and her shoulders dropped slightly, her posture changing in a way one might only notice if they were paying close attention.
She reached around him and locked the door from the inside. She put her hand on the side of his face, standing close to him, not caring much about invading his space, the other rested on his waist as she looked up at him. "Take a deep breath."