Back to You [An Endgame Continuation]

Mysterious Motives

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p.o.v: Steve

I woke up to a feeling of dizziness more intense than anything I'd ever experienced in my life. Even more than riding the Cyclone at Coney Island, and I remember that day like it was yesterday. The cawing of the seagulls, the rough grains of sand beneath my feet, the rays of sunlight reflecting off the water and blinding me in the eyes. I could almost hear Bucky's voice saying "Oh, gee," as I bent over a nearby trash can to empty my stomach of all of the popcorn and soda I had consumed before the ride.

"Bad idea Rogers," he said as he looked into the can with disgust.

"You think?" I snapped as I gripped onto the sides of the metal, and he put a hand on my shoulder as he joked about me getting revenge on him later.

I looked up at him with determination in my eyes. "You bet I will."

Our laughs echoed in my ears as I opened my eyes, and the memory dissolved from my mind like rain falling on fresh paint. My surroundings were so blurry that I couldn't tell the difference between the ceiling and the floor, and when I tried to sit up, a strong mythical force pushed me back down.

"Don't— try to get up," a voice advised softly. "Your neurons are still fusing back together."

"My what?" I asked in a jumble.

The voice didn't answer, but instead began to fade away as darkness overtook me again, this time heavy and dreamless. When I woke up the second time, I felt like I had just jumped in a pool.

I raised my head and saw all the tactical gear I was wearing had been stripped away, leaving my black pants and shirt. They both clung to my skin, and when I wiped my forehead, I saw my hand was streaked with sweat. "What the hell?" I muttered.

Someone was standing over me, and when my eyes finally focused in, I recognized the brown hair and eyes. "Do you think you can sit up?" She asked, and the British accent told me it was Peggy.

I tried to sit up from the couch in our apartment, and it took all the breath out of my lungs. "Oh my God," I whispered as the dizziness slowly began to subside in waves. "What the hell happened?"

"You were stuck with a neuron degenerative," Peggy explained. "It turns off all of the areas of the brain by disconnecting all neuron transmissions. You're lucky you have regenerative cells or you would've been brain dead back at the transport."

I pressed a finger into each of my eyes as the past events came back to me. "HYDRA had.. this kind of weapon in their possession? Wh— how? Why?"

"All very good questions. If you bear with me, I think I might also have the answers." She took away her hand from my shoulder, and I traced my eyes up her arm and to her face where she was looking at me with a relieved smile. Combined with the curled hair that fell down her face and the deep brown eyes gazing down at me, it was easy to believe she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.