He looks good. Tired, a little thinner than the last time she saw him, and that shaggy hair and thick beard – but it's Steve, and he looks good, all the more so for how happy he clearly is to see his best friend.

She hopes they've been able to spend time together. They went through so much just to get here.

She turns her attention to Bucky, taking in the relaxed set of his shoulders, the warmth in his face, the bone-deep happiness of just seeing Steve and proving to himself all over again that they're both alive, they both have each other again. He even teases Steve a little in a way that makes Sharon's mouth quirk: some echo of their long-lost Brooklyn boyhood or Howling Commando days, no doubt.

For her part, she's tense and trying not to be. She can't keep from replaying that moment on the roof in Leipzig over in her head, Bucky softly saying you didn't see your face when you looked at his picture.

Or earlier. When he talked about seeing them together when she made the gear drop.

Well, she can keep an eye on her own expression this time. And sure. She's happy to see Steve. Can't help but think a little wistfully, the way she always does, of what might have been.

But she made her choice and she's sticking with it.