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Vision

Phone in hand, you walked around the now dark apartment. His name was at the top of the phone, but for some reason it was blurry. Everything else was clear, and you could read the texts you've been getting from them.

"Is everything ok?"
"Y/N answer me?"
"Is it happening?"
"I'm just outside if you need me in there."

The only thing that wasn't making sense, was you couldn't see who was texting you. It felt strange, and you had this feeling to tell him something.

"Plum"

The second you hit send, a hand went over your mouth. You tried to pry it off, dropping the phone in progress. A hand was around your waist, picking you up off the floor as you kicked. That's when you felt it, the cold, thin needle at your warm neck. The voice was now in your ear, your whimpers filling the room as he talked in a softer tone.

"If you move, it goes in. Did you text him?" You shook your head frantically, being careful with the syringe at the brink of your neck. Your phone chimed from the floor, looking down to see another blurry name, and easy to see text. It was too far to read, silently crying as you were led from your apartment living room, to your bedroom.

Before you got in, the front door was kicked open. The man turned you around, now seeing a face that you've never seen before. He was in khakis, a white shirt and blue jacket. The hand from your mouth went to your neck, only having a grip with his forearm.

As you felt something go through your blood stream, everything started to go foggy. The next thing you know, you're waking up in bed.

"What the hell?" You panted, wiping the sweat off your head. It was common for you to get these, knowing about your 'rare condition', as what your mother calls it. You're a seer, have the ability to see certain things from your future. Only key details are fogged out, and you don't get much of the words. You have them mainly in dreams, sometimes during the day. It's mostly when caught off guard or zoned out.

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The day went by normal. You stayed up since four, when you woke up, and went to work an hour later. You opened the doors for the coffee shop, walking in and making yourself a latte. The door chimed to notify that someone walked in, looking up to see a group of people. One of them caught your eye, making you take a second glance. There he was, walking into the Ready Go Coffee you work at.

Four of them walked up to the counter, without you realizing it of course. Mia, one of your co workers, walked up and tapped your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts and stare. The group noticed and hit the man's arm with a smirk, which resulted in both your cheeks going red.

"Sorry, what can I get you?" You greeted, taking their order. They all went to sit down, leaving the questionable man last. "And what could I get for you?" You asked with a smile, looking into the eyes of the person you see in your visions.

"How about a coffee, black?" He responded, a soft smile on his lips. You nodded as you tapped the screen, making sure to hit no sugar and cream. When you looked up, he stopped you from asking his name, already knowing what you were going to say. "Name's for Steve."

"Got it. It will be out in a few." You smiled as you walked away from the counter, going back to make their drinks. All of them paid for their own, which meant this was a common thing for them. Coffee before sunrise, and hangout in the place.

You kept an eye on them as you made their drinks, noticing that Steve was eyeing you as well. It wasn't long before their coffee was done, a fake smile on your lips as you brought the carrier to the pick up counter. "Coffees for Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Tony." You called out, noticing Steve was getting up.