Steven Rogers (ex_stevengro92) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-10 18:34:00 |
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He was on a train. It was unlike any train he'd seen before. And it was moving fast. Very fast. Running along the roof and then down in one of the cars. Things seemed to be quiet. Bucky was with him, behind him. Covering his back? He stepped through one door and it slid shut behind him, separating him from Bucky. Guns were fired. And lasers? Were those lasers? Then it shifted. He and Bucky were in the same car. The laser was fired and he went flying. The side of the car was blown out. Bucky picked up the shield. The laser was fired again and then Bucky was hanging from the side of the train. He tried to get him. Tried to pull him back inside but it was too late. Too late. "BUCKY!" Steve screamed as he sat up in bed. He was covered in sweat and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It had been so real. So vivid. He took a drink from the glass of water that was always beside his bed, trying to calm down. He lay back down, thankful that he hadn't woken Lillian, but then he remembered something. Something the other Steve had said to him. "If you go back and Bucky ever picks up your shield while the two of you are on a train...get close to him." It wasn't a dream, it was a memory. Something that the other Steve had known about. Something that the other man had intentionally kept from him. He searched for his phone and sent a quick text to Steve, telling him that they needed to talk. |