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"What?" He says, his own voice rough and scratchy. He hates when he sounds like this but he's angry and hurt, though his teeth are gritted enough that she wouldn't be able to tell. I gave her so much, I gave her so much and what does she do? She leaves me. She's done enough and now she sends another girl to find me? Really? She knows how much I'm hurting. She knows... Sharon... That bitch! I can't even think straight and she sends the girl to the fucking training room, knowing how bad that would be not only for him but for this other girl. She's too afraid to come to me herself. The coward. I need to stop... Calm down, Steven, calm down. Breathe. Just be nice to her, she might not be here for Sharon, she might just... But I don't know who she is... That's a new voice... Tony have a new intern? A new assistant for Pepper? His thoughts keep him going, keep him questioning himself and everything that could be and what is and what used to be. He can't believe that she's got this much of a hold on him still. She's still in his head like this. He doesn't want to believe that she's going to be the one to kill him one day. Eventually. After everything he went through to put Sharon up, to pick her up and put her into the lights, to put the spotlight on her rather than himself. She uses it against him to drag him down, to break him, to hurt him, everything in her power to destroy him. Steve looks into the broken mirror, not seeing the woman fully but seeing a broken figure. The curves fit with the shattered glass and there's a bright blue to the girls' eyes in the mirror, they shine just a bit but that's all he can make out besides her dark hair, cut a bit shorter than he'd expect, like Peggy would have cut hers. Not exactly the same styling but it's pretty close to it. A tint of red showing when the sun in the room reflects off the window and onto the mirror and then back onto the girl. "What do you want?"

"I uh... I was sent to come and get you..." Her voice is a little shaky when she answers him. She has a fear of him, just slightly. A fear that he would get angry with her and tear her to pieces because she made him angry by disturbing him or for just being in his presence without his permission. I really like him though, I mean... This is... This is Steve Rogers. The Steve Rogers. Captain America. He's... He's right here... She thinks and the ring on her finger starts burning. Katrina... Either take it off or leave it on. You're trying to protect yourself, right? Stop fantasizing. She clears her throat before she hears him answer her with a softer tone than he had moments ago.

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