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Sharon left Goldie's room, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. She wasn't allowed to use her normal phone in case someone attempted to hack it, but she would turn it back on occasionally on airplane mode and off WiFi in order to scroll through pictures for a maximum of one minute.

She walked over to a creaky floorboard and opened it up, taking out her phone.

She always looked at the photo of Steve and Peggy back in the 1940s. They looked happy, but Steve had told her he wasn't interested in dating. Peggy was a smart woman. She knew there was more to Steve than that. He was a secretive man, and back then when people weren't as welcoming, he had told her he was not human and that she couldn't be part of his world.

Sharon made the mistake of getting close to Steve when Fury assigned her to watch over him. There was lots of flirting, but when things got too close, he would shut it down. Now, that the world was more welcoming and S.H.I.E.L.D. had the information, she knew he was a werewolf. At least, that was what was on his file. He told her he was waiting for someone and that he was sorry.

Really, it was her fault for getting so close to him, and after some reflecting, she realized it was odd for her to go after her aunt's past almost-fling, but what was done was done.

Love was an art. Not because it was beautiful, but because it was messy and it was easy to give up on. The colors of paint and pencils and crayons could be compared to the colors of emotions in a relationship. Red could be anger, blue could be sadness, yellow could be joy. There were endless mixtures of colors and emotions.

Sharon had never been one to be too invested in relationships. She was always a head-strong girl whenever Peggy came over and told her stories about her missions and life accomplishments, to which Sharon's mom would always discourage because she didn't want a young girl to ever be in that sort of business.

Joke was on her mother because Sharon followed in Peggy's footsteps, wanting to create a better world and protect people - humans and creatures alike. She couldn't imagine a better job for her because she felt alive with her job at S.H.I.E.L.D., even if she was getting gunned down.

She smiled at the picture before turning off her phone and stashing it underneath the floorboard. She grabbed her gun to do her daily rounds in the house and around the perimeter of the house. It was better safe than sorry, even though they were on the outskirts of a rowdy village somewhere in Bulgaria.

If anyone showed up to kidnap Goldie, the ocean was close enough for her to flee just far and deep enough while Sharon dealt with them. There always had to be a Plan B.