War Dreams- Steve Rogers/Captain America

Part 3- nightmare (1)

P.O.V Nick Fury

My agents have been watching Steve for a week now. He tries his best to adjust to modern times, but even though he tries, he's lost. That motherfucker has survived a lot, but when he's confronted with a time change, he gives up. He hasn't done anything outside but going to the gym and buying food. He does't socialize, he only talks to photo's of his old friends. They're all dead. It'll be difficult for him to accept, but he has to move on... eventually. I get up from my chair and focus on something else more important.

P.O.V Steve

I punch the bag a thousand times, I imagine red skull's face on it. *punch* 'Why,' *punch*  'Did,' *punch* 'You,' *punch*   'have,' *punch*   'to take,' *punch*    'everything???'

I scream in frustration, sweat dripping down my forehead and back. Mt wrists and knuckles hurt from all the punching. I close my eyes for a second and I try to breathe a little bit smoother. That bastard ruined everything. He stole Bucky, my best friend. He was loyal, brave, funny, kind, and he almost treated me like a brother. We fought together and Always had each other's backs. But now he's gone. Forever.

I pack my clothes and I take a short shower, then I leave the gym. People are scared of me; I always frown and my size is really intimidating. I want to look more friendly, but it's hard when you don't have a shoulder to cry on when you just lost everything you held dear. Although some kids seem to link my appearance to Captain America, no one has come up to me yet and told me I looked like him. Still, it's always the kids who look at me and then look at their comic and frown confused. It never fails to make me smile, there are still people who have faith. I can't say the same for myself though. I lock myself up and I barely come outside. I never smile and I can't sleep well, I hope things will get better.

~that night~

I scream, Bucky found me again. He looks at the edge of the building and laughs manically. He grins widely, giving him a crazy look. The wind strikes my face and blows tears from my eyes, my fingers are close to slipping away, failing me. I grasp onto the pavement ans bucky speaks:

'You don't like it now, do you? This is what it felt like, you moron! This is what it feels like to be abandoned by your best friend!' He pushes my hands off and I can't help but watch him dissapear, while I fall to a certain death.

I wake up, covered in a sticky layer of sweat. My bed sheets are messy and unorganised and I shake uncontrollably. I still feel like I'm falling. My pulse is way too fast to be healthy. My vision is blocked by tears and I can't move. My feet are cramped and cold, while my head feels like it's burning. My head hurts more than ever before and my eyes are shaky. I can't focus on anything and all I hear is the betrayal in Bucky's voice. I shiver and with unstable breathing I try to sit upright. I want to get a glass of water but then I get dizzy and I fall on the floor. I hit the cold ground with my hands and a shock goes through my body. The shallow air I manage to breathe in comes out just as quickly and shivery as it came in. As I try to stand up again I knock over my nightstand and everything falls down. The rooms is filled with thundering crashes. A glass that apperantly was on the stand, is also knocked over and when it hits the floor it smashes into small pieces. Some hit my and they cut open my skin, but I can't even move. I just lay there on the floor small and broken inside.