Sharon understood how Steve felt, about the loss of his friends, about waking up in a place he didn’t belong and having to cope with the changes of the world and the absence of the men and women he’d considered to be his friends and allies. She understood not only because she’d spent hours talking to the Steve Rogers that she left behind about the war and about Bucky, she understood not only because she’d seen the life come back into Steve when he realised that Bucky wasn’t dead and had somehow survived, albeit in the worst possible way. But she understood because she’d lost just as much. All the refugees had. She was here without her friends, without Steve or Sam, having to navigate murky waters of a foreign group of Avengers and watching her beloved SHIELD take a disastrous turn. She knew what it was like to feel disorientated and like she didn’t belong because it was her life now.
And sitting across the table from a Steve Rogers that wasn’t the man that she’d known and loved for over ten years made everything seem -- maybe better? Maybe worse. It was a toss up between the two and she couldn’t ever decide. She would do everything she could to help him, she believed in him and she trusted him, but falling in love with Steve all over again wasn’t something she wanted to do. (Although sometimes, she’d wondered about whether or not she had a choice in the matter. Because she would have loved to not be in love with her’s have of the time that she was)
“Okay, so we’ll find him.” Sharon said with an easy shrug, as though she’d just been asked to pick up milk and eggs on her way home from the grocery store. She had complete and utter faith in herself, and faith in Steve, to be able to do whatever they needed to do to bring Bucky home. “If you think he saved you, that’s good. That means he might be in better shape than ours was when I first ran into him and he kidnapped me.”