Sharon was struggling with the bandage to the point where she was holding part of it in her mouth and tugging on it with her teeth. As was expected, just like everything in her life, Steve walked in just in time to see her looking like an angry dog. Her blue eyes shot up to look up at him as he walked inside, the fabric in her mouth in her mouth and her cheeks red in embarrassment that he caught her in such a weird moment. Spitting out the fabric from her mouth she gave an innocent and rather embarrassed smile. “A hand would be better than my teeth.” She said innocently as she watched him sit down and take the fabric from her. 

Her gaze watched his face; he seemed to be not wanting to look at her as he worked on her arm. Confused, she tilted her head to one side, watching him for a moment longer before feeling his hand travel up her arm to her shoulder and rested there. “It’s just a graze Steve, I promise. Please don’t fret. I’m fine.” Again he didn’t look up at her. Her small free hand reached up, placing itself gently against his far cheek and turning his head to finally look at her. “You did everything you could do today Steve, please don’t beat yourself up for anything. We’ll catch this guy. We’re all a team; all of S.H.I.E.L.D. and as a team, we’ll track down who that guy was and who hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D.’s main frame. With everything you did do, I thank you Steve but please don’t avoid eye contact with me. That hurts me more than this graze.”