War Dreams- Steve Rogers/Captain America

part 7-nightmare (2)

Now it has been two weeks since I got out of the ice, and Cynthia is the best help I could ask. She understands the pain and the anxiety that come witch the nightmares, and I understand her. We help each other in tough times. Every weekend we go to Starbucks and when we're in the city, she explains modern society to me. It's all very hard to understand but I learn from every time we go out. We go to the park, or the library, and then we end the afternoon with a trip to the cinema. I had never expected to like movies as much as I do, and I am glad I do not have to understand how they work, because a lot of people don't. Then, there are also a lot of people who do not believe the sun is a star, but still.

I lay in bed as my brain processes the last week. Because Cynthia and I have only met a short time before now, we went on a few extra trips to get to know each other better. We love to go to the park, and we both are addicted to lattes now. I also know her favourite colour, her favourite animal, and her favourite food. She doesn't have many hobbies but she loves reading and sharing her stories on the internet. I read them someties, even though she wants me to read other stories instead, she says it is akward if I read her tales. However, Anna loves it when Cynthia tells her bedtime stories and when I tell her about war and especially, Bucky.

Bucky, I miss him so much, and my stomach twists together in a painful way when I think about him now. Cynthia is a great friend, but I would do everything to get Bucky back. I think about his last moment with me sometimes, and wonder what went through his mind when he fell. I cannot even imagine what a fear he felt, falling from that high with no one to hold onto, only to land and die in pain. Pain, that is what I feel now, when I'm alone, and even when I'm not. But I can't do anything about that.

I am lying in bed and I hope that this nights nightmare won't leave me like the last few did.

~1 AM; Steve shakes and turns frantically in bed as he struggles to overcome the horrible illusion. The sheets are wet from his sweat and Steve has twisted himself in an uncomfortable position.~

I look up at Peggy, her precious face destroyed by sufffering. I sniff the smell of rain and our clothes are soaking wet. Her eyes are red and swollen, and she looks exhausted. She starts to cry and throws herself into my arms. 'I thought- That I was enough, Steve, I really did. And I waited for you so long- so long, and you left me. Why?' Suddenly, she hits me.

I crash onto the pavement and feel the rough texture scrape my skin. Peggy turns around.

'Now, I leave you.' And she walks away. My head becomes heavy and my vision becomes blurred. Everything is cold.