[Sharon has always thought about Steve Rogers with a sort of admiration, at times, even awe. It was a weekly ritual in her household when she was young for her aunt to tell and show war footage of the great Captain America, although it made Peggy cry. She grew up idolizing him, seeing him as more of a father figure than her real one. Sharon set her whole life around Steve; copied his values and principles and became a SHIELD field agent to help people, just like him.
Since she basically put him on a pedestal, it comes as a surprise, almost an oddity, to her when she meets him and realises that, hey, Steve's a normal guy. He laughs, he sleeps, he even seems to be affected by the job; he's no different than she is. So, once the shock wears off, fondness comes in, and, after that, a blushing, stuttering, carefree sort of love follows. It causes her, as the description says, to blush and stutter around him. Even if the word is a bit mundane, they are co-workers and, as such, she needs to act professional with him. Not let these feelings dictate what she does or says to him.
That being said, Sharon still walks up to him, cold, damp fingers tangling together with anxiety, to confess her feelings to him. Hopefully, he'll reject her, she can kick him in the shins, and they can move along with their respective lives. Feelings of love or even like are not the things a spy should allow.]
Um... hiiii. [Sharon winces at how her voice seems to crack and shrink like caulk. She tries again, setting her face to an impassive façade, willing to look him in the eyes. Nothing but moxie here people.]
one.
Since she basically put him on a pedestal, it comes as a surprise, almost an oddity, to her when she meets him and realises that, hey, Steve's a normal guy. He laughs, he sleeps, he even seems to be affected by the job; he's no different than she is. So, once the shock wears off, fondness comes in, and, after that, a blushing, stuttering, carefree sort of love follows. It causes her, as the description says, to blush and stutter around him. Even if the word is a bit mundane, they are co-workers and, as such, she needs to act professional with him. Not let these feelings dictate what she does or says to him.
That being said, Sharon still walks up to him, cold, damp fingers tangling together with anxiety, to confess her feelings to him. Hopefully, he'll reject her, she can kick him in the shins, and they can move along with their respective lives. Feelings of love or even like are not the things a spy should allow.]
Um... hiiii. [Sharon winces at how her voice seems to crack and shrink like caulk. She tries again, setting her face to an impassive façade, willing to look him in the eyes. Nothing but moxie here people.]
How -- how are you?