Sharon toes off her winter boots and sets her coat on a nearby chair, then looks around. The hotel has a laundry service bag hanging in the closet next to the robes; she takes it and brings it into the bathroom. Probably she can get her clothes at least laundered before the morning – that might help.

She uses one of the hotel-provided toothbrushes, grateful to get the taste of the last twenty four hours out of her mouth, then turns the hot water on and begins stripping out of her dirty clothes. During all of it, she doesn't ask him to leave.

The bruises from her fight with Zemo are littered over her torso: at her solar plexus, where he'd hit her to make her stop struggling; on her back where he'd kneeled on her. She reaches to touch the bruise at her cheekbone very lightly, and takes a shaking breath.