The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

Nightmares Dressed as Daydreams

Even though I was inhumanly tired it surprised me I fell asleep so easy with everything that happened over the last few days. Also Nat had forced me to get some sleep.
Though it didn't last long. Suddenly I started having a dream.
I was walking through an alley. The alley I watched my first boyfriend Thomas get killed in. Soft music played as me and him walked arm in arm down the street.
Then the gang started to approach us. It skipped a little then I saw the body laying in the street pool of blood and all. I couldn't stop myself from walking toward it. I expected to see Thomas lying there with cold life less eyes, but instead it was Bucky. Blood slowly trickled down his chin on of his hands rested on the hideous wound on his chest.
  Bucky's eyes were open, slowly losing their mischievous and charming light. I sank to the wet pavement at his side.
  "Bucky." I sobbed taking his hand. I couldn't help the tears that fell down my face. His hand was pale and cold as if I held ice and not his hand.
   He slowly turned his hand to look at me. His expression one of misery and anger. "Buck-"
  "Traitor." Was all he uttered so quiet I almost didn't catch it. Then his hand slipped from mine and he became a lifeless corpse.
  "Katie!" A new voice cried urgency and concern blended together like a chaotic horrible tasting pie.
Brooklyn my home slowly starts to fade away and I find myself lying in a soft white bed in a dull room of which everything was gray. Groggily I threw off the covers for I felt I'd jumped into a volcano. I found I was in a cold sweat as well. Steve stood in the room in front of the bed. I could just barely see him the only light being the faintest trace in the hallway.
  Seeing I was awake Steve dropped to his knees at my bedside. "Kate are you okay."
  I sat up carefully and gained focus on what was happening. "What's it to you?"
  "You're my sister." Steve says with expression like a hurt puppy.
  "I hurt your feelings I've been nothing but a pest to you." I snap back.
  "I don't care we're siblings it's what we do. We fight and yes you're extremely difficult to handle but that doesn't mean I'll just quit on you." Steve says sincerely. It was sweet but also too mushy.
  All the same I hung my head in shame. Steve  reached out to me and gently raised my chin so I'd look at him.  "What happened?" He more demands than asks.
  "Nightmare." I mumble.
  "Do you want to talk about it?"
  "No."
  "Steve?" I ask cautiously scared to start another fight.
  "Yes?"
  "I'm sorry."
Steve stands and climbs next to me on the bed. "It's okay. I'm sorry I treated you like a kid."
  "You're just looking out for me. It's still annoying though." I say falling back a little resting my head on his shoulder.
  "That's my job."
"Squirt." I tease.
  "Hey you can't call me that anymore!" Steve protest.
  "Fine then how about Capsicle?" I say laughing about what Nat told me.
  "Where did you get that from?" Steve demands.
  "Nat told me about Howard Stark's son." I say smirking.
  "Ugh, remind me to make sure you two never meet."