>> Where her Legacy begun. With those thoughts, another fear buds the surface of her mind and Sharon's pace almost stopped. In the >>

>> twilight of Peggy's life, Sharon had grown up. Was Sharon nothing more than the shadow of her aunt? A "wannabe"? What was it that >>

>> people thought when they saw her pass by in the halls. Was she her own individual or did they coddle her? The idea made her gut >>

>> churn with distaste. Sharon would leave her make. Earn her place. Carter Legacy or not... She would do her Aunt proud, and even >>

>> better, she would leave her /own/ Legacy. Duty comes first.

"SOCIAL CUES, STEVE!!!!!" Steven Rogers

Sharon Carter "I... Uh... Well... That is to say..."

"Talking. With women. It's, uh, been a while."

"Where's Nat when you need her?"

".... Are you insinuating Nat isn't a woman, Steve?"

"...Word? Did you just say... Word /no/ to me? Are you trying... To catch up with modern slang by being... A Hipster?"

"A Hipster, Steve, is what /NOT/ to be in this day and age. Ever. E-V-E-R." She says in a bone dry tone.

"Its lack of propriety, Steve. The most basic unit of society is undermined and belittled. Without the family, what are we left with?"

"Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, I've been kept under strict regiment when it came to what I ate... But now that Steve... Kind of /blew it >>

>> up/, those 'rules and guidelines' are gone. ...And with that in mind..." Marches towards the best burger joint in town.

Carter gave him a look. "My figure?"

Sharon's mind, as the expression goes, 'exploded'. She didn't know how to handle a man who took things literally. Or was he jesting in >>

>> an attempt to try mild sarcasm? Or was Sharon overthinking it? 'Damnit Steve!' She thought. "Well, I've got no one who's eye I want >>

>> to catch, so I think my hips and I will be fine."

||Hehe, I think Steve's writer fell asleep, so we shall continue tomorrow!