Sharon's expression softens as she watches him consider the fruit, as she remembers how hard he'd tried to convince her that Zemo had proven he couldn't ever be a person again.

Her smile is soft and a little crooked as she turns back to her own selections – a vine of hot house tomatoes and a few fragrant bunches of herbs – before she adds them to the basket, along with his fruit. "There are some rolls and sandwich bread in the freezer," she tells him, "but there's a bakery down the street where we can get some fresh bread."