Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter are frozen in ice after stopping Red Skull and saving the world. And, decades later, they are unfrozen. Thrust into the 20th century. They are just happy to have each other. A year later, 2001 to be exact. They have a k...
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Peter and Corey walked on the beach, it had gotten dark out and the moon was as bright as the sun, giving them plenty of light to see.
Corey couldn't remember for the life of him what Peter was taking about before, just that him and Peter were talking while walking on a beach that seemed never-ending. Corey could hear the sound of the waves lapping over each other.
"So, you and Liz. Anything going on there?" Corey asks Peter.
"What? No?" Peter laughed nervously. Corey noted that Peter was wearing jeans and sneakers at the beach, which he thought was odd. "I'm actually gay, Corey."
"You are? Well, that doesn't bother me." Corey shrugged.
"Does it? You seem weird." Peter said bluntly. Corey shook off the comment.
"What? Peter I don't care what you are, you're still my friend."
"Thats the thing, Corey... I'm just a friend." Peter said, his voice getting agitated, Corey had no clue why.
"Peter, what are you talking about? Did I say something wrong?"
Before Peter spoke, a massive wave rose, knocking Corey to the wet sandy floor. His head rose up as he gasped for air. Though now, the beach was nowhere in sight. As though it were never there in the first place, he wasn't even on the shore anymore. Just endless ocean.
Another wave crashed onto Corey as he tried to fight it. Corey was strong, but against water he was powerless. He resurfaced as he breathed for air, only to be sent back down underwater as though the water was holding him there. Again, and again the water would knock him back down.
Next thing he knew, Corey was in his bed as he shot upright, drenched in sweat. He felt for his surroundings. Recognizing his bed almost immediately, the sheets were damp.
"Sir," The voice of FRIDAY rang out. "Your heart rate is abnormally fast and you seem to be sweating profusely. Should I call you parents?"
"What?" Corey said. "No... no you don't need to call them."
"Are you sure, sir?"
"Yes, FRIDAY. Thank you."
"Of course, sir."
Corey got up, his shirt felt awful clung to him from sweat as he ripped it off. He breathed a relieved sigh, the air felt nice against his skin.
He got up, and went to the adjoining bathroom in his bedroom. Switching on the shower.
After he showered, he put on some clothes, just a simple grey shirt and jeans. He grabbed his white Nikes with the green swoosh as they were the most easily accessible shoes, and his grey backpack and Midtown varsity jacket.
