James Rogers is the new Captain America (avenging_son) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2015-04-06 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | bobbi morse, james rogers |
Who: James and open to anyone in Avengers warehouse
What: James has a nightmare with all the Age of Ultron movie hype
Where: Avengers Warehouse
When: Last night (April 5 into the morning of the 6th)
Status: In progress
Rating: Medium
James had known since the announcement of the next Marvel Cinematic Universe that the closer it got to the premiere the more agitated he'd get. He knew it wasn't the same world as his. There was every chance that the MCU versions of the Avengers would take Ultron down with ease. But he knew how powerful and dangerous Ultron was. And it made him afraid even if he never said it aloud. After finally getting comfortable in bed (stupid vampires) he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
New York City was always vibrant with the hustle and bustle of people going about their days. Workers, tourists, kids going to school, vendors hawking their wares to anyone who'd listen... It truly was the city that didn't sleep. And James loved it. What he loved even more was the fact his parents were here to share it with. As they walked down the street though there was a loud piercing squeal and everyone on the street winced and covered their ears. When it ended James looked up and stared in shock. "No..."
Ultron smirked at him. "You really thought I could be so easily defeated by being torn in two and hurled into space?"
Metallic tentacles suddenly erupted from the ground, wrapping around everyone, including James. He struggled as best he could but the arms held fast. He watched in horror as the civilians were crushed and torn apart. His gaze shifted to his parents and his eyes widened. "NO! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!" he screamed. Ultron ignored him though and cruelly ripped out the hearts of Natasha and Steve. James screamed in horror and rage before one shot at him...
James shot up into a sitting position with a strangled cry, hurling his nearby shield into the wall. Realizing where he was and with the adrenaline wearing off he fell back into bed with a cry of pain and held his injured arm, sweat plastering his hair to his head. That had been far too real...