[ There are few things quite so muddying or clarifying as Steve Rogers, so which category he'll end up falling into here is anyone's guess. Especially when there's the question of memories.
For his own part, it's both. There's no real confusion upon seeing her there in the middle of the road. His mind is blessedly free of two sets of conflicting memories, at least for now, so there's just their own short, uneven history up there to contend with.
On the other hand, he has no idea how much Sharon remembers. ]
I didn't know you liked the snow.
[ His voice carries easily over the drift covering the street, light enough to have muffled his own footfalls rather than announcing them with the crunch of snow taking the imprint of his weight. He doesn't think she'll appreciate being snuck up on just the same, though he can't say for certain. There are a great many things he still doesn't know about her. ]
three;
For his own part, it's both. There's no real confusion upon seeing her there in the middle of the road. His mind is blessedly free of two sets of conflicting memories, at least for now, so there's just their own short, uneven history up there to contend with.
On the other hand, he has no idea how much Sharon remembers. ]
I didn't know you liked the snow.
[ His voice carries easily over the drift covering the street, light enough to have muffled his own footfalls rather than announcing them with the crunch of snow taking the imprint of his weight. He doesn't think she'll appreciate being snuck up on just the same, though he can't say for certain. There are a great many things he still doesn't know about her. ]