“How long do you think?” Kate jerks her chin towards Bucky and Steve who are running or as Kate likes to call it we can’t do anything without flirting including exercise.
“How long til what?” Sharon leans against Kate. They have been doing civilized morning things, like outdoor yoga and walking shelter dogs because Sharon’s landlord is a monster who doesn’t allow pets.
Kate responds with an eye roll before offering an actual answer. “Before Bucky proposes. Duh.”
“You think Bucky is going to propose? Well, that’s wrong. It’s going to be Steve.”
“You call yourself a secret agent? That’s terrible. That’s so wrong. I feel much worse about our national security now–gah!” Kate ends on a shriek as Sharon’s cold fingers sneak under the hem of her shirt.
This leads to Sharon chasing Kate for a bit, until Kate climbs a tree.
“You know I can just wait for you to come down,” Sharon pants.
“I’m a bird,” Kate informs her, perched on a branch. “I’ll call my Falcon friend and have him help me fly away. Or there’s a kite up here…I could just glide away, flying squirrel style. Doreen would like that,” she muses, and Sharon knows well enough when Kate is actually thinking about doing the stupid thing. Time to distract.
“You really think Barnes is going to propose first?”
“Enough to bet on it?”
Kate tears her gaze from the sun-faded kite to regard Sharon with narrowed eyes.
“If Steve proposes, you come to book club–”
“Uuugh, what? No, I hate–”
“And if Bucky proposes, I’ll have Mom teach you how to make her cannoli.”
Kate’s lips thin into a hard line before she drops down a few branches, landing in front of Sharon. “You strike a hard bargain, Carter.” She thrusts her hand out, and Sharon shakes it.
“What do you think?” Barnes tosses a box at Sharon’s head that she catches out of instinct.
She opens it, staring uncomprehendingly at the circle nestled in velveteen. “It’s not really my style.”
“Oh! Right. Yeah, that’s really nice, Bucky.”
“Good.” His breath exits him in a whoosh. “I mean, Kate thought it was good, too, but she’s a Hawkeye, and I didn’t know if I should trust someone who loves purple that much.”
“On one hand, yes, true, but on the other…” Sharon shrugs. “Manhattan socialite. She’s good with jewelry.”
“I thought the ring she picked out was pretty good, but I told her she picked it out too big.” Bucky tilts his head towards Sharon like this is supposed to mean something. “So you and Kate set a date yet?”
“Yeah, you know. Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married,” he trails off. “She…hasn’t….asked you…yet?” He says it like a man slowly realizing that he really fucked up. “Oh, goddamnit.”
Stupidly, the only thing Sharon can think is Kate knew she would win the bet, how do I always lose bets to her?
“Oh my god,” Kate’s voice descends from the ceiling. “Barnes, you are the worst goddamn spy ever.”
“I’m not a spy, I’m an assassin!” He shouts up in Kate’s general direction.
“Don’t yell at my fiancée!” Sharon yells before actually processing what she’s saying.
There’s a sharp gasp from the ceiling, followed by a dull crack followed by, “Aww, futz,” followed by Kate falling through the ceiling tiles.
“Hi,” Sharon leans over Kate. “Did you have something you wanted to ask me, Hawkeye?”