Steve was running through the woods. The moon high above, brightly shining down and illuminating just enough for Steve to dodge the crowding trees. With bare feet, Steve stepped on twigs, snapping them in half. Not sure whether it was the sticks or stones along the forest floor, but feeling his feet cut open. Getting dirt in the open wounds on the bottom of his feet, but he didn't stop. He couldn't.
Was he running from something or to something? Steve didn't know. All he knew was that he had to keep going. Even with his asthmatic lungs dying for air and his stomach harshly clenching from how long he had been running.
In the darkness, Steve felt something breathing on the back of his neck and he pushed harder. Running from something then. His feet hitting the ground harsher than before as his heart pounded in his chest, pumping blood through his body and blocking out all other noise.
It wasn't unusual for someone to be chasing after Steve. He was no picnic with his mouthy comments and wet cat attitude. It was a wonder that he had any friends at all. It was even more of a wonder that the cutest boy in school was his boyfriend and stayed with him after Steve rose the hackles of everyone else who knew him.
Which was why this was unusual. Steve didn't run away from a fight. Never. He stood his ground and fought for what was right. So, since Steve was running...
Keep going, Steve told himself, jumping over a log that had fallen to the forest floor. Even though everything in him was screaming for him to stop, he kept pushing forward.
Up ahead, the first thing that Steve saw was a large, roaring fire. It's bright flames reaching up for the sky and revealing a group of people around the fire. At the sight of people, Steve slid to a stop.
Hiding in the dark cover that the trees provided, Steve watched as the teens joyously danced around. Flimsy nightgowns and old-timey nightshirts fluttered in the breeze and from their movements. Boys and girls who appeared familiar, though Steve couldn't recall them, laughing and singing. Unnerving Steve the longer he watched.
Then, within a blink of an eye, the teens stood still, facing the flames as though they had never been moving to begin with. Their arms raised above their heads, outstretched towards the starless night sky. Their mouths moving as they chanted words that Steve couldn't decipher.
The longer he stood still, hiding, the more his body begged him to run. To leave. To remain unseen from these people. And he would've listened to his sore muscles and racing heart, if he hadn't lost his breath at the sight of one teen in particular.
As though his feet were controlled by something other than himself, Steve stepped out of the trees. Not paying attention to any of the other figures standing as still as statues, Steve crossed the well-lit area. His eyes roamed over the boy.
He was taller with a fit, muscular frame. A frame that Steve had never possessed, but had dreamed about being housed in all his life. The boy was the embodiment of perfect. With golden tan skin and caramel colored freckles that dusted his broad shoulders, Steve felt dizzy.
This was everything that Steve wanted. This was everything that Steve had been promised. A strong, capable body that would be his as soon as he signed his name in Hydra's book. Signed away his life for the cause. Become another one of Alveus' minions. Be another hive-mind.
The boy that Steve would become. The boy that stood in front of him underneath the full moon, opened his eyes. Gasping, Steve stumbled backward. Two empty eye sockets watched Steve; trained on him.
Before Steve could scream or start running again, Steve was shoved from behind. Shoved into the strong body that would soon belong to him. Steve jerked, his eyes snapped open as he fell to the floor. The floor. Ancient hardwood floor that instantly comforted Steve.
Heart still racing, Steve rolled over and stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He wasn't in the forest. He had never been in the forest. He was home. He was safe. It was only a dream.
It was only a dream.
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The Chilling Adventures of Steve Rogers: Book One (Magical Hydra Horror AU)
Fanfiction"As though his feet were controlled by something other than himself, Steve stepped out of the trees. Not paying attention to any of the other figures standing as still as statues, Steve crossed the well-lit area. His eyes roamed over the boy. He was...
