You Have My Word - Avengers: Age of Ultron Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen: Reflection

I slowly zone back in from my thoughts, I look over at Steve and Tony talking, or... Tony talking.

"Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the "Why we fight"? So we can end the fight. So we get to go home!"

Steve ripped apart a log with his bare hands. My eyes widened a bit and I leaned back slightly.

"Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time."

I swallow and look down as Laura approached Tony. Thinking back on my dream a bit. A war... that's all my dream was, a war between humans and machines where humans were slaughtered. I swallow again and look back up to see Steve continuing to chop wood. I walked over to him and he stopped, looking over at me.

"So, Mr. Muscles, how's wood chopping going?"

"Ha ha, very funny."

I shrug and smile at him.

"So your vision."

Steve looked over at me curiously.

"What was it about?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well, I dragged Wanda into mine. Mine was all about my past. I want to know if you had something similar."

"You had a vision?"

"Yeah. Wanda, the twin, tried to send me into one, but I possessed her before I went in and dragged her with me."

Steve nodded slowly.

"So your vision was of your past?"

"Yup, which is why I want to know about yours."

"My vision wasn't of my past. It's hard to say what it was really."

"I'm all ears."

"Well, there was a celebration."

Steve took his time explaining his vision to me, I could see why it hit him in such a way. I suppose I never thought of how much Steve's life circulated around war and fighting. What happens if everything does work itself out and there's never war again?

"And that's it."

"One hell of a fever dream."

"You could say that again."

Steve picked up the axe and started chopping wood again. I watched as he did so. Every time the axe came down, I didn't hear the breaking of wood, I heard mechanical whirring, and the sound of flesh being ripped apart from my dream. I tried to shake the sound away, but it only intensified it.

"(Y/N)?"

I gripped at the sides of my head, I saw flashes of my dream, being ripped apart, the twins, the bloodshed.

"(Y/N)!"

I quickly looked up and over at Steve, letting my arms fall. I looked at my hands and noticed a few droplets of crimson. I looked back up and Steve looked terrified.

"Steve?"

"Your eyes are black and your ears are bleeding."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I froze. I dropped to my knees and rested my hands on the ground in front of me, trying to simply stay awake.

"(Y/N)!"

"Steve..."

My voice was corrupted again and my head started to sway a bit. I let my body go, falling to the ground. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was losing that fight quite miserably. I saw Steve leaning over me, his mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear anything. Then, my eyes shut and it was peaceful. Maybe now is my time.