Dreaming of You

Rolling Deep

A/N: Warning: graphic descriptions of violence. 

Your POV

I don't know exactly where we are headed, but I feel the pull of Bucky's energy. I drive without quite knowing where we are going. Completely on the pull of magic that I feel and with no idea why. I try desperately to keep my mind blank and particularly off the tense silence of Steve in the passenger seat. Steve doesn't like being the passenger at the moment, but I couldn't give him instructions to drive even if I wanted to. He wasn't happy when I told him it was just a feeling. I don't think he suspects I am lying but he doesn't know what this is and it doesn't help that I can't explain it to him. I feel something coil inside me that is stronger, more intense than I can identify but still not something I know with certainty. After what feels like forever I pull off onto a patch of grass on the side of the road and feel my heart rate tick up.

I feel fear. Fear and adrenaline and course through me and the tiredness from driving doesn't hold me anymore. I barely hear Steve's voice drop my name but I do feel his hand reach out and close on my shoulder. It hits me harder all of a sudden. A wave of violence. My eyes snap up to the Captain's and he must see the terror there. He tries to pull back his hand but instead mine comes up to grab him. Keep him there as I hold on a ride out the wave of memory and pain and emotion. "Wait" I say. Not listening to his garbled words as I struggle this time to find the pieces.

I see the fight in the Helicarrier, Steve placid under the Winter Soldier as the metal arm unleashes on him. The guilt in that is suddenly a beacon, a fight of flesh and bone smacking together and then I feel the pain of that unrestrained agony roll over me. I should have checked the mirrors before I got out of the car in a rush, but there were no cars on the road which is good but Steve moves me off the road his sharp voice cutting into my mind. "I said we can not just stand in the road."

I pant and nod. "Sorry." I gulp and let out a breath at the car passing. "And thank you"

"What is happening right now?" He asks, voice a little less frustrated but very firm and I feel worry brush against me like a caress of silk. "Where did you go?"

I breathe slowly, struggling to explain. "The ...signal or whatever is getting stronger. He was here. I can see it. I'm sorry it is hard to follow, control, and hear you at the same time." Steve nods and I turn toward the trail into the woods. "This way. Something bad happened." I start walking slowly.

Steve grabs his shield before following after me, I can feel his concern and uncertainty but I push it away. I pick up the pace moving quickly, paying absolutely no attention to the vehicle and the super soldier I left behind. I can feel the pull of pain. Guilt. Devastation. I have to hurry. Adrenaline has my heart pounding, and I feel the rush of wind, the bitter cold in the air that isn't this air and I feel the crunch of snow under my feet despite the bare dirt covered of the forest floor. I am soaked in something and I can't piece it together but I know it is this way. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He didn't have a choice. I feel myself start to run. Once again I think Steve said my name but I don't hear it. I need to get to the center of this feeling; I need to.

Air woofs from my lungs as the blonde super soldier wraps his arms around me and stops me. I am locked in a vice of muscle with my slim frame against his big body suddenly unable to move and completely fuzzy. My back to his chest so tight he doesn't let me move, and my connection to the thin thread I was pulling on slips from my hands in a quick breath when I look up. I'm at the end. It's just there. I feel myself pant in the hot smell of rotting death. I move shaky arms to Steve's hands soft and aware now as I cover his warm hands with mine. "They hunted him down," I whisper.

Steve lets his grip loosen, my feet slipping so my weight is back on the tender muscle of my legs. How long had I been running? It seems Rogers can tell I am more in my own head though. "Y/n. What did you see?" The Captain's voice is an icy command cutting through me as I feel his finger touch my cold face. He brushes a tear from my cheek, and I feel myself shake, out of breath.