Waking up, cold sweat, I was drowning in a pool of it and the blankets weren't even covering me anymore! In fact I wasn't even wearing any clothing expect for my boxers! But I couldn't think of any of that right now! All I could think about was what I just did... I....did I? Did I kill Steve?
My feet took me as fast as they could go through the hallways that I didn't even recognize and I didn't know where they were taking me until my fist was banging on his door. "Steve! Steve!! Please be here Steve!!" The tears that stung my eyes gathered up even further when there was no immediate answer, my arms rested helplessly on the door as I leaned my weight against it.
Suddenly I was tumbling, and caught by a magnificent body. The door had opened....and I had fallen right into Steve's arms... Steve... "Steve!" My good hand, my normal hand, went up, caressing his face and head and pressing his forehead to mine as the tears came freely now. Every part of me was shaking, some kind of after shock. I buried my face in the warmth of the crook of his neck and felt my knees grow weaker as I cried.
"Buck....what's the matter?" The concern I heard in his voice only made me cry harder for some reason. He cared for me, and I had almost killed him... That's why I kept having those night terrors....the ones where I actually did kill Steve... They're worse than all of the nigh-terrors combined where I relive my torture. Because nothing is torture more....than knowing I killed what's most precious in this world...
"I....I c-couldn't stop....a-and you....you were gone.....in my arms and.....I c-could g-et y-you back!" Somehow I managed to say some sort of sentence through the wall of tears and sobs and hyperventilation. I knew I was having some sort of panic and anxiety attack all at once with a mixture of fifty other horrid things, and the only thing that could ever calm me down was Steve. His strong arms hugged me close, those gentle hands rubbed comforting circles up and down my back... His hands.... Except his hands weren't killers.... And mine.... Mine were.
I'm not quite sure how I got there but somehow Steve carried me to his bed because I could barely move and I was so disoriented, dizzy, my head was pounding so intensely that I just wanted to scream! But I knew screaming would only make things worse and my shaking still hadn't yet subsided. I kept my arms wrapped close around the blond haired male... I love that blond hair... And it seemed that he also loved my hair because I was awarded the softest feeling when his fingers, from the free hand of his that wasn't keeping me cuddled up close to his chest, dove gracefully into my hair, passing through it magically and making my entire being just focus on that... It worked, it got me to finally relax, well I also partially exhausted out but I felt the soothing serenity from his fingers and his warmth and his strong body and just everything about him... I didn't mean to but I fell asleep again, only this time I knew I was safe... I knew my night terrors would stay away because Steve was here to fight them before they got to me... And even if they reached me, Steve and I would fight them of together... Together....till the end of the line.
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