Re: log, Manhattan: Sharon C/Steve R
Hugs couldn't last forever. But she wasn't going to feel guilty for taking a quiet minute or two in a damned mobile command center at one of seven quarantine locations she'd visited and overseen the set up of in the last ten hours. She wasn't going to feel badly for making Steve take those minutes either. They were no help to anyone if they didn't. She knew that too well. She knew there were people who would argue with her, but she did not care. She took it upon herself to look after him, no one else would. Not today. And if that meant hugs, and a cup of coffee before she sent him off with twenty-five SHIELD agents then so be it. There was food and coffee everywhere SHIELD existed - and she made a mental note to at least send Steve off with a power bar and a bottle of water, because she knew he wasn't going to think about it.
Sharon put her hands on his chest, this time it was purely investigative as she looked over his suit and made sure any injuries were healing the way they were supposed to under the scorches and tears. "You need to change clothes when you leave here. You got another suit?" The suit, at least in her world - and as far as she could tell here as well - did serve a purpose. There was armor involved, and even if Steve had his healing ability, it was a first line of protection before the actual injury. "Don't run back through the city like this, I'll get you transportation to get your uniform changed."
She looked up at him when she felt his fingers under her chin and she smiled at him, "Oh you think that was something? You should have seen me briefing your team, did you meet them on your way in?"