The rifle was still set up, on the roof of a building five blocks away. It was one of the ones they’d confiscated from the secret basement in the embassy earlier, Soviet made. There were no other marks, and Steve knew there would be no fingerprints. When he stretched out to look through the sight, he found himself staring at Sharon’s chair. Warning shot, Steve thought, and packed up the gun. When he got to the hospital, Sharon asked him why he was smiling.
Mature, D/s. The Winter Soldier shows his disapproval of Steve’s attempts at dating in some quite fucked up ways. Good thing Steve likes that kind of fucked up. (Background Natasha/Sam, Steve/others.)