Static In The Signal · Y/n story by @whatababe

The common room was warm, bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace. You were settled into the corner of the couch, feet propped up on the ottoman, a half-empty mug of decaf tea growing cold on the side table.

Sharon Carter

steps out, already mid-laugh at something on her phone Oh my god, Steve, you should've seen your face—

She stopped short, her gaze sweeping the room before landing on you.

Sharon Carter

smile tightening Oh. Everyone's in tonight.

Wanda

without looking up We live here.

Sharon Carter

laughs lightly, moving toward the kitchen island Right, right. Of course. I was just dropping off the mission debrief from this afternoon. Tony wanted it by eight.

She pulled a folder from her bag, setting it on the counter. Her blouse was unbuttoned one too many buttons, her skirt hem riding higher than necessary for a simple paperwork drop.

Sharon Carter

leaning against the counter, eyes flicking to you You look... comfortable. How far along are you now? Eight months? God, I can only imagine. The swelling, the back pain... tilts her head Must be hard, feeling so useless while everyone else is out there working.