She huffs another laugh, but this one is humorless. "Of course you did. Because you keep being good to me even when I don't deserve it."

He's not lying. She's sure that was part of it, but the rest –

"But that's not what it...felt like. Bucky –"

She can't help herself. She stops walking, and reaches for his hand to keep him from walking past her, so she can look up into his face.

He looks so confused. She has to try to make him understand. "It felt like you just wanted them away from you. Do you understand? Those things – they're me. Me and you. And you...didn't want them. Me."

Her smile holds no humor or laugh whatsoever. "You could have just said, 'Sharon, I don't feel that way about you, let's just be pals,' and – I mean, I wouldn't like it, but I would listen."

Probably.

Her heart is racing and she feels like she's just run a race, but she stays stock-still, watching him.