Sharon sits at her kitchen table, peering down at the swill that she hopes will pass for coffee when she finally works up the resolve to drink it.

When she finally becomes aware that someone else is in her space, she ignores it. She's been sensing that a lot lately, but that doesn't mean Steve is here. It doesn't mean Peggy or Natasha - her Natasha - are back. It just means that she has to be careful who and what she trusts. Her own brain isn't making the trust list right now.

Fucking Kore.