Dahlia Liang ✈️ Sam Wilson / Falcon (edgeofglory) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-11-11 07:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * jeanne, c: dahlia liang |
WHO: Dahlia Liang → Sam Wilson
WHEN: Monday, November 11, 2019
WHERE: Washington, DC
SUMMARY: Dahlia has a dream of another kind of aerial battle
WARNINGS: References to war, death, PTSD
Everyone remembered the day they got their wings. Pinning that badge to your chest after weeks, months of training- and, as ever, it was only the first step. There would always be more simulators, further advancements, and just a general sense of, well, of never being done. Never being enough. They were to Aim High, after all, which meant your sights were always set on some further horizon. Dahlia woke with a start, all but drenched in sweat, her curled hair clinging to her forehead and neck. Dreams of flying were nothing new, of course- those had been a constant ever since she was a kid. But flying like this... Falling like this… This was new. And she wasn't sure she liked it. The name Riley had been coming up in her dreams for years now, often interchanged with Verity's name as Dahlia watched one or both of them dropping out of the sky. But now she had a more… visceral knowledge of who Riley was. Who he had been. The EXO-7 Falcon program wasn't one that Dahlia had ever heard of- but in her dreams, those words, those wings... They had been a part of her, somehow. And, Cap? Or the Triskellion? Not names or places she really knew, but… somehow they still pinged at her memory. People, places, she ought to remember, to recognize. But now, in her mind, it all blurred together. She'd been in Northern Africa with Riley, right? And Afghanistan with Verity? Or had it been Afghanistan with Riley and Eastern Europe with Verity? She'd broken the sound barrier in F-16's, but had that been before or after the EXO-7 Falcon program? God, it was all a mess, and she didn't know which side of things was worse. Her feet hit the floor beside her bed, and the rush of standing up was… almost too much. Closing her eyes, Dahlia took several deep breaths. She could get through this. She had experienced worse. She just… just needed to… to put one foot in front of the other. One moment at a time. |