Re: log, Manhattan: Sharon C/Steve R
Sharon's arms wrapped around his neck immediately and she returned his kiss, she hadn't been expecting it, but it was far from unwelcome. She lost herself in it easily, but as with most things lately it was over too soon, but she had it to add to her picture of the moment. She barely even noticed that she had been off the ground, she may as well have been floating - no matter how silly and whimsical it sounded. Of course, the kiss was done, and her feet were back on the ground and it was time to be Agent Thirteen and Captain America once again.
She smiled, warm thoughts in her mind when he kissed her cheek and she straightened her jacket out and tucked her hair behind her ears. She put her hand on his face, "Be careful out there, Steve," she said before removing her hand and taking one more deep breath. She nodded at him when he moved to open the door.
Once it was open the bright lights almost stung her eyes, the sounds that had been muffled by the walls of the trailer - which needed to operate in quiet conditions and had reinforced walls - were now an all out assault on the senses. The sound of helicopters, and orders being yelled, people screaming from the quarantine tents, and fighting around the perimeter. People in white suits, and white jackets, and black tactical gear were everywhere, black boots hitting the pavement as people ran in multiple directions.
Sharon looked around as her feet descended down the two metal steps from the vehicle. To her left were the three agents she'd sent away. The men were milling about looking anywhere but at the trailer and the two people walking out of it. Good. They had brains. She'd keep them. "Agents, back to your post," they nodded once and filed past the two of them single file, "Agent Carter, Captain Rogers," with nods to each of them one by one.
They handed Sharon the list of requests and updates and she looked it over briefly before folding it and tucking it in her inside jacket pocket. The wish lists and need lists were getting longer, and the status updates were becoming more and more bleak. She didn't share it with Steve, it was not his to worry about and he worried about enough things that were out of his control.
She started walking toward the line of men and women who were still waiting for their orders from Captain America. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Steve was still behind her and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her face went white, blue eyes grew wide and terrified. Cuts and tears in the uniform had become a gaping hole, spilling blood with the beat of a heart, it was spilling from Steve's abdomen as he lay sprawled on the steps of the trailer. She screamed and began to run back toward him. She had no idea why no one else was helping.