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Oh cussing isn't lady like? I'm so fucking sorry.

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maxstcrk:

there is a disappointment in her tone, and he dislikes it almost as much as he does when it comes directly from his mother. “you know me, aunt sharon, i’d hate to let all the stark fans down,” he replied cheekily. “actually, i’m trying to not to think about that. she’s out of the country for some business meeting and i’m trusting this to sort itself before she gets back. and you’re not telling her, right?” he asked already knowing the answer or hoping anyway. “i’m trying, it’s just really hard sometimes.”

Once she was sure that there were wasn’t a wound that needed immediate attention the woman took a seat beside the teenager, her hand moving to rub his arm in what she hoped would be a comforting gesture. “and what about me hmm?” she raised an eyebrow used to the other’s antics by now. “If your Mother knew all the secrets I’d kept for you,” she shook her head. “I won't tell her, so long as you promise to stay out of trouble, at least until your birthday alright? I know it’s hard but I’ll make it up to you okay kiddo?” 

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oscarbanner:

oscar chuckled, the woman wasn’t completely wrong, both he and jake had the habit of keep going until someone stopped them. “please, say it ain’t so. i don’t think anyone needs two of him,” he joked. “not sure. a couple of hours?” it was just an estimation, he hadn’t truly been keeping track of the time.

Sharon laughed at the younger, it was true that her Godson could be a lot to handle at the best of him. “I’m sure there’s a compliment in there somewhere,” she shrugged, before nodding. “I’d say I was surprised you're still going, but I’m guessing it has something to do with your powers,”

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graham-rogers:

“I’ll try my best to do that.” He couldn’t say he actually would since he knew it was unlikely that he wouldn’t overwork himself. “Really? Wow, time flies when you’re working hard I guess. I honestly kinda forgot about lunch.”

“mhmm,” she nodded. Sharon knew Graham well enough to know that though he meant well, he was too much like her for his own good sometimes. “You wanna grab something to eat with me?” she offered with a small smile. “it’s my job to make sure you take care of yourself remember,”

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synnxvc:

     “fine — do you have suggestions, then?” though after a brief pause, synnøve soon spoke again, “anything that isn’t… fast food, preferably. i had some the other day, and i don’t think i should again… it’s baffling how some midgardians only eat that.”

“Well you could start by going to the kitchen upstairs and making yourself some food,” Sharon replied. “I know you're not a student here but I highly doubt that anyone is actually going to care at this point,”

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faeriezone:

Arizona knew she had made a good point but she wasn’t about to sass the older woman. While Zona didn’t respect a lot of people, Sharon and her career was something she secretly admired. “Is it really? I’m surprised I haven’t gotten stomach pains yet,” she mused. Jumping off the beam, she walked over to her water bottle, taking a swig from it. “Your maternal instincts are showing,” she teased playfully.

“you’re mind must have been on other things,” Sharon shrugged, it was a feeling she knew well enough, when she was working out it was hard for her to stop unless someone pulled her out of the zone she entered, though admittedly that was much more common when she was stressed. She let out an amused laugh. “can you blame me?” There were days that she felt like a maternal figure for all the schools kids, rather than just her own.

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teddyhowlctt:

A forced laugh escaped his lips, before he was slowly standing in front of the blonde. “I gotta get better, if I don’t I can hurt someone.” He shook his head slightly. “ Good, I brought Skye with me and we traveled to Florida which was fun.” He smiled, the top of his shoe toeing at the grass. “I’m fine, thanks I’ll appreciate it.”

“You’ll get it,” Sharon replied, not meaning to seem dismissive of the other’s concern. “Though if you really concerned about it, you could always talk to your teacher about some extra lessons, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,” She then listened as the other spoke. “I love florida, Stave and I took the kids there when they were younger,”

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crlylanism:

“Preferably something where I don’t have to go into the heat. So probably better off with grabbing something from the kitchen.”

“It is pretty hot outside,” she agreed with a nod. “any special requests? at this I might as well become the school chef,” Sharon joked with a grin.

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sarahqism:

“I mean if you’re treating, lets grab some food.”

“Why not?” Sharon smiled. “I think we could do with something good for an hour or so,”

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harlowmaximoff:

“It was until Dom bots started falling out of the skies.” And Harlow felt incompetent, she shrugged. Agent Carter, with all the hanging around Steven and Eliza and even Roger’s Jr, Jr. (okay fine- Graham),; hers and Sharon’s path doesn’t cross that often, nor despite her constant bugging of Steve - she ask about the agents where about, even if Steve seems comfortable in talking about her. “I -” she looked at the clock, eyes taking of the medical textbook she was reading: this was not her forte- medical stuffs. “What day is it? Is it Tuesday still?”

Sharon sighed. She knew that Doom’s action were likely to have left a lasting effect on the academy’s occupants. She could curse herself for not being there, but she had been called off on mission at the time. “there are always gonna be bad guys to fight Harlow,” The kids were as ready as they could be, and it wasn’t like the adults weren’t around to keep them safe. It was the world they had been born in, the one they had been brought up in, one they had to be ready for. “It’s wednesday,” she replied gently. “forget food, when was the last time you actually slept?”

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cap-steven-rogers:

Steve offered her an apologetic smile. It wasn’t his fault that he was assigned a mission but he did feel guilty to some extent. Nodding, he pushed the plans so she could have a good look at it. It was always good to have a second opinion. And Sharon’s especially. “I will have something once I’m done with this.”

Sharon couldn’t help but sigh as she reached for the papers she passed him “y’know I think there had to be a time that you listened to me,” there was more hurt in her words than there should have been. Still she perched on the edge of the table reading his notes over, being purposefully judgemental. “these don’t look too bad, though I do think you’d be better off with at least some backup,”

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max stark:

“i would totally say the other dude looks much worse, but i don’t actually remember who the other dude was. or if it was even a dude,” he admitted, placing the soothing ice back against his visibly black eye. “but at least i woke up home, with all my organs, and no parents in sight, so i’ll say it was a good night. i think i might just lay low for the rest of the summer, though.” not at all likely. 

“Oh Max,” Sharon sighed taking a the few steps forward that separated her from the other, so that she could get a better look at his wound. “y’know when people say you remind them of your father, you might not want to try so hard to live up to it,” her words are nothing be caring as she overlooked the damage, luckily nothing was too severe. “what would Pepper say?” she prompted gently. “you’re supposed to be staying out of trouble,”

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Headcanon:

She has nightmares sometimes, well if she’s being honest most times is far more accurate. It shouldn’t come as a surprise really, not with how long she’s been in the game, the number of missions she’s lost and of people she loves. It’s missions occasionally, people she couldn’t save, preventable casualties that were the result hard decisions or slow thinking. Their faces are there when she closes her eyes, ready to keep her company through the night hours. Each loss burned it her brain irrevocably, like she’s continually haunted by the ghost of her failures. Steve is there too of course, more so now that the bed is cold beside her, now that his arms could no longer be her shelter. She reaches for him, but he’s always just out of her reach, or abandoning her over and over and over again. Sharon shouldn’t have found it surprising really, everyone  left in the end. There were other ghosts too, Aunt Peggy, Tony, Natasha, their kids the list went on. The four most common specters came in a disguise wearing far dearer faces however. Her children, four pale faces cold against the ground, with a mother who was just too slow to catch them as they fell, or to push them out of the way. Or perhaps on a totally different path, it’s four hateful mouths spitting out poison, accompanied by a door that she knows will never open to them again. No matter what sort of hell her mind concocts for her night after night. It is enough to wake the spy from slumber in a cold sweat feeling like the loneliest person in the whole galaxy.

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The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

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Bought myself an iPad Pro and Apple Pencil and have been making things.

Sharon and Steve’s wedding in the Tales From the Tower Universe, at the Met in NYC. (Standing on the stone railing of a second floor balcony over the Great Hall. Because why not add a little mortal peril to liven up boring wedding photos?)

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oscarbanner:

oscar turned from the punching bag as soon as the voice reached his ears, stopping the bag with one of his gloved hands so to give the woman his full attention. “this is relaxing. kinda,” he replied. “i took a break a while ago, and had a shake. i’m good.” 

“right,” the woman nodded, arms crossed about her chest. “you’re starting to sound like Jake, I think that boy’s rubbing off on you,” she noted amused. She had known them both since they were babies after all. “how long was a while ago?”