You jump off the ship to the best you could, using your sword as support. Wanda insists on helping but you decline. She’d already carried most of the mission when you got injured early on, the least you could do was do something by yourself.
“Bruce?” You called out, looking around the infirmary. Somehow, you’d forgotten that he was on a mission too— damn it.
“You look great.” A voice teases from beside you. You grumble, deciding to fix yourself before a certain blondie offers to help. “What are you doing here?” You ask, glaring at her as you sit on a bed.
She doesn’t answer, she never does. Instead, she crosses her arms and stands right in front of you. You’re struggling not to smile when she lifts your chin. “What did you do?” Her voice is commanding, like you personally hurt her when you took the punch.
“I didn’t see the punch.”
“I’m assuming you didn’t see whatever crushed your arm either..?”
“Don’t”
Sharon drops your chin, instead moving to poke the blood stain on your suit. You wince. You’re not sure what you expected, she loved egging you on before actually helping you. At least you got an answer to your question earlier.
“You poor thing, being bested by the worst of the worst.” She snickers, going to get a first aid kit before sitting next to you. “I don’t need help.” You pout, looking away from her. “Yet you never make me go away.” You look at her, she doesn’t look at you. Getting you fixed up seemed more important.
You wouldn’t lie, you did like her company. You liked how gentle she was with you, especially when you were hurt. She’s about as stubborn as you were, there was no way either of you were confessing your love anytime soon. You didn’t mind, what you had with her was enough for you.