sarah grant 🇺🇸 [steve rogers] (charcoal) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-07-12 19:59:00 |
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Sarah sat at the little table in her kitchen, a cup of coffee between her hands. She’d been up for hours, since the latest dream (could she call them nightmares? she wondered) struck. It hadn’t been as bothersome before she knew other people were seeing and feeling the same things, but now that she could put faces and names together, it was becoming more unnerving. She found herself dreading the possibility of more memories because she didn’t know what she’d see. Some of them had been good, yes, but others? Others broke her heart every time she thought about them. The newest one was no different. She -- no, he, Captain America, Steve Rogers -- was deep in the Alps with the Commandos, waiting for a chance to intercept Arnim Zola. They’d ridden a zip-line down to the train. Sarah shuddered to remember that, though Steve hadn’t been afraid. She could feel the cold rush of air past her ears, and the roar of the train beneath her feet. They’d breached the compartment and engaged with soldiers. He and Bucky made a good team -- she remembered how well they worked together, like a well-oiled machine, like they could read each other’s minds. And then a man with a powerful weapon, technology well beyond anything else in their era, stood in their way. His weapon’s blast ricocheted off Steve’s shield and burst through the side of the compartment, and its power tossed Steve aside. Too stunned from taking the full force of the previous blast, he watched Bucky take up the shield in his stead. Steve watched the light hit his shield and propel his best friend out of the compartment. She could still feel her muscles straining just as Steve’s did when he tried to reach Bucky before he lost his grip, but Bucky was too far away, and the rail he was hanging onto was too weak. The last thing she saw before she woke up was the look on his face -- on Bucky’s face, on Mikhail’s face -- as he plummeted into the ravine below. She saw his fear, his helplessness, his desperation, and then he was too far away to see anything more, but she could still hear his shout echoing off the mountains. Now, as she sat in her kitchen, she couldn’t decide what to do. She’d tell Margaret, of course. There was little she didn’t tell her girlfriend. But should she tell Mikhail? Did he know? If he didn’t, what good would it do? I’m sorry my other self didn’t save you in time seemed like such a hollow apology. Sarah sighed heavily, letting her head drop. She was grateful that the circumstance they’d found themselves in had brought her to Mikhail, because Steve in her head loved Bucky so dearly, and she was grateful to have shared moments with her girlfriend, too, and to know that they had more time than Steve and Peggy did, but she didn’t know how to navigate these rougher waters. Her mind swirled with options, different paths she could take, but never seemed to settle on an answer that didn’t hurt someone. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt someone she cared about. When she lifted her cup to her lips again, the coffee had gone cold. |