Sharon Carter had been waiting for quite some time in an underpass beneath a secluded bridge in the countryside outside Berlin.
She spotted Steve Rogers from afar, slowly driving over in a battered little car. Aside from the driver's seat, there was barely room for anyone else, let alone two grown men. The other two passengers were squeezed together in awkward positions. Though she could not hear what they were saying, Sharon Carter was certain they were complaining about each other. Once they arrived, Sam in the front passenger seat could not wait to throw open the door and jump out, gulping down fresh air. "You told me you knew some people, but you didn't tell me I knew this person too." Sam Wilson put his hands on his hips and looked at Sharon Carter. "I didn't expect you to help us, Ms. Carter. Aren't you CIA?"
"Just because I work for the CIA doesn't mean I'll stand by and do nothing. Besides, the CIA isn't a united front. Factional struggles over dirty money happen every day. Not even a Hydra attack on Langley headquarters could unite those bureaucrats. If you want, I can tell you about some of the CIA's dirty work. I guarantee you won't sleep tonight." Sharon Carter opened the trunk. "Your bird-man suit and the Captain's shield. This is all I can do."
"It's not a bird-man suit," Sam Wilson protested.
"This is enough." Steve Rogers picked up the shield and tried to regain the feel of it.
In fact, Sharon Carter had contacted him first. Otherwise, he never would have known that Peggy Carter's niece would help them steal the equipment. As for where she had gotten his contact information, only Natasha Romanoff could have given it to her. When the Vienna Bombing had occurred,