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✩ 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺 ✩

SHARON WAS VERY CLEARLY ANGRY, and Marta wasn't exactly thrilled. They definitely weren't close friends. Sharon marched towards Zemo, gun held high. Zemo stood back up after putting his weapon on the ground.  "You cost me everything." she said darkly to Zemo.

        "Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead." Sam tried to explain as quickly as he could, kicking Zemo's gun away.

        "That explains why you guys are here. And Selby's dead." Sharon said, clearly looking to blame Marta, Sam and Bucky for Selby's death.

        "So what are you doing here?" Bucky asked. Marta just looked at him with a sigh.

        Sharon didn't lower her gun. "I helped your sister steal Steve's shield, remember?" Sharon asked Bucky. "I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save his ass from his ass," Sharon pointed her gun at Sam, then Bucky, then Zemo. "Unlike you, I didn't have Marta or the Avengers to back me up. So I'm off the grid in Madripoor." she said pointedly.

        Marta rolled her eyes. "I did what I could, Sharon. I tried. I'm still on thin ice with the government, there wasn't anything I could do then, there's probably nothing I can do now." Marta reminded the woman, frustrated that she was getting blamed.

        "And don't blow that smoke at me. I was on the run, too." Sam added.

        "Was. Is. Big difference. I don't speak to my family anymore. I can't. My own father doesn't know where I am." Sharon said, and Marta and Sam sighed.

        Bucky walked in front of Zemo. "Listen... Sharon, we need your help," Sharon laughed at them. "Please." he urged.

        Sharon sighed. "This isn't over. I have a place in High Town. You'll be safe there for a while." she turned around, and the group instantly followed her.

        "Thank you." Marta said meaningfully, walking beside the woman.

        "I don't see a ring. I'm guessing you and Steve never worked through your abundance of issues?" Sharon said smugly.

        Marta rolled her eyes and dug her wedding ring out of her pocket, sliding it onto her finger. "Took a few years, but we made it. We have three kids, actually." she said, and Sharon was surprised.

        "Boys? Girls?" Sharon wondered.

        Marta smiled to herself at the prospect of getting to talk about her soldier, her Sar-bear, and her sunshine. "One boy, twin girls. Steven's three, Sarah and Winnie are almost four months old." the woman said.

        Sharon refrained from asking Marta about why she left her toddler and infants behind. They traveled in a car to High Town and made it to a fancy property, guards and everything. "Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well." Sam quipped as they entered the property.

        "I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I'll get for a real Monet?" Sharon said, pointing at one of the many portraits in the gallery.

        "Easy, deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets." Sam said, convinced Sharon was wrong.

        "No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics." Zemo said, continuing to follow Sharon.

        Bucky nodded. "It's true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this." Bucky gestured towards a Monet painting.