Twin Soldiers.

Seventeen: Trouble.

Trouble was close.

At this point in my memory, I didn't necessarily know which side was trouble and which was good, but I knew for one thing that whatever I was feeling wasn't ok.

All I knew is that something was about to go wrong, and that I was too weak to stop it.

"C'mon! You haven't left your room all day." I didn't respond to my brother, and continued to throw the ball I'd found against the wall. "Y/N, I'm worried."

The tone he spoke in silenced all my rushing thoughts. This was my brother. I didn't have to push him away. He understood.

I stood, unsurely at that, and opened the door. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He sat in the chair beside my bed, and I sat across from him.

I studied his metal arm. It was thicker than mine. Maybe because he's more masculine even though I'm stronger.

I was stronger.

I was stronger.

But why did I feel so weak?

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I feel weak, James." He sighed, flexing his left hand. "That's okay. It's new and it's not what you're used to. It's okay to feel weak sometimes."

"What if it means that I can't protect you?"

"Protect me from what?" My breath caught in my chest. I couldn't tell him. He'd think I was crazy.

He's not them.

"I think that something's coming. I-I don't know what it is..but I have this really bad feeling. Well, I don't really know if it's bad but it makes me...uneasy, I guess." I felt this cold rush down my spine, and watched the goosebumps appear on my flesh.

"See? Look-James?" His eyes were dark, and he was now standing. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Y/N, did you really think we wouldn't find you?" He says, laughing darkly. I couldn't speak. I was on the edge of not being able to breathe.

No. This wasn't real. They couldn't have-

"It's real, Y/N." He pushed me back and he used my disorient to get his hands around my neck.

"Time for a little nap."

"Y/N! Y/N! It's just a dream! You're okay! Look at me," My mind was scattered, for a moment not recognising Steve's face or voice, the unfamiliarity frightening me more.

"You're okay." My wide eyes stared into his, soft, and calm like the sky. "You're okay." He repeated, as my breathing gradually slowed, my body trusting him again, and slowly letting myself fall into his arms.

"T-they got me. A-and J-James. He-he-"

"Shh. Just breathe."

Who do I trust?

*-._.-*-._.-*-._.-*

"Hey," I winced when I heard his voice, and I sighed when he noticed. "What happened?"

"Nothing. It's-It's fine."

"Don't do that. I know you too well."

"I had a nightmare, okay? You were one of them, and I trusted you. I trust you still. But what happens if you lose control? They'll get you, and then I'm next."

"That won't happen, you know it. I'm stronger now, and they haven't gotten in my head in awhile."

"That doesn't mean they're resting, James. We were their strongest assets, they're looking for us. And I don't doubt that they're this close to finding us." So many flashbacks were running through my head, I felt the panic rising inside of me.

"Okay, that's a possibility. But that's all it is. A possibility. Not for sure and not completely wrong. We're okay as long as we're together."

"You can't promise that."

"So I won't. But as long as you believe it it's true." James handed me some water. "Go get some sleep."

He kissed my cheek before I walked away, turning out the lights before followed.

That bad feeling was still there.

But worse.