"What," says Sharon, utterly nonplussed as a black and gold missile comes zooming out of nowhere to attack Bucky. "– the fuck?"

Except then it turns out to be a woman who kisses Bucky right on the lips and every thought in her head evaporates in a sudden flare of white-hot rage.

Bucky turns to her, apparently trying to make some kind of explanation, but there's cherry-red lipstick printed onto his mouth and Sharon is distantly aware of a high-pitched shrieking hum reverberating through her head, like a screaming tea kettle. She arches her eyebrows at him, her voice chilly as a winter wind. "Oh, friend, huh?"