PAST LIVES | ❝Past lives couldn't ever hold me down, lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. I've got the strangest feeling. This isn't our first time around❞
POST: CIVIL WAR | STEVE ROGERS
BOOK TWO IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
COVER BY: voidk...
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SUNDAY MORNING, RAIN WAS FALLNG. The weather seemed to be mimicking the mood of everyone in the apartment, though the fear aspect was yet to be revealed. The dark clouds and the rain seemed to foreshadow the trials later to come, but the sun had to come out eventually.
"I knew you were from the 40's, but I didn't think..." Diana said, backpack in hand as she prepared to leave.
They had spent the entire night talking, none of them getting any sleep. There had been many a hot chocolate made that night, as it was a stressful time for the two men. Diana had just sat across from them, slowly growing more and more afraid for the two that she had grown so close to.
"I can't do this," he sighed, leaning against the doorframe, "I dodged this once, I can't do it again, not after all this time."
Diana frowned, looking up at him. "You said you were called Failsafe, do you have any weapons that came with the title?"
He snorted, rolling his eyes. "An outdated gun used in World War II. Like I said, I was a soldier, but this was all supposed to be reconnaissance in case something went wrong. I was a failsafe."
"Has Nicky ever made you anything?" she asked, glancing back at the man, "He said that he was supposed to be protecting you, but you never fought?"
"He made stuff back when it all started, but they're practically useless now," he sighed, also turning to look at the man who was fast asleep at the dining table.
"Well, he can come up with something new," she said, opening the door to leave, "Mention it to him. I'd stay and help, but I gotta go. But just..." she trailed off, unsure of what else to say.
"Thanks, kid," he whispered, squeezing her shoulder, "I will. Get home safe, stay out of the cold."
She smiled and left the loft, Rhett closing the door behind her. Once he did, he seemed to lose all the energy he had left, practically collapsing against the wood, locking all the deadbolts as he slid down, lying on the floor for who knows how long.
Time didn't care about him, so he didn't care about time.
When he finally woke up—he didn't remember falling asleep—it seemed to be even darker, meaning it was most likely sometime in the afternoon. Rising to his feet, he found Nicky still asleep, but now on the couch with a blanket instead of on the table.
He rose to his feet, picking up his forgotten phone off the table, checking for messages and the like.
He found Steve had sent him a flurry of messages detailing his night at the bar and Rhett sat down, reading through them all, frowning when he reached a story about a man who didn't seem to want to leave.
to: "Grant" (8:43 am) Are you okay?
He waited for a response, chewing on his bottom lip. Steve hadn't sent any more messages after the one about the man, and to say that he was afraid was an understatement. After his explanation, everything just seemed more real than they had been before.
