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Chapter 1
Steve sighed and shook his head. He knew he had to tell his team but he didn't know how to. You can't just go up and say "Hey! I'm dying. It was nice knowing you!". Steve knew that. He rubbed his hands over his face and got up. Making his way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He made his cup and sat down at the counter. He could feel his bones beginning to ache. Steve was not ready to die. At all. And he knew for sure this was one thing he wouldn't be able to hide from his team.
After he finished his coffee, the soldier went out for a run. Running around Central Park had become sort of an early morning ritual for the man. He ran it twice then headed back to the tower. He was exhausted and when he got back, very unusual. He made his way to the main floor and pushed himself out of the elevator. He walked into the communal kitchen and got a drink of water. Bruce was at the stove making pancakes and Natasha, Clint and Tony were waiting for them.
"Morning Steve." Bruce said kindly as he flipped a pancake.
"Morning." Steve replied. At least he wasn't becoming visibly weak, yet.
"Have a nice run?" Clint asked looking at the paper.
"Because you're sweating all over my kitchen." Tony whined, giving Steve the stink eye.
Steve rolled his eyes and went up to shower. When he was done he came back down to the commons, to spend time with his team. While he had time. Tony, being the lazy person he is, put on a movie. So Steve sat down and reclined in the chair. Only to fall asleep minutes later. He could feel someones presence above him. There was definitely something wrong. The soldier could feel someone or something looming over him. As he was about to open his eyes, someone violently shook his shoulder. Steve's eyes flew open and he sat up quickly, almost slamming into Bruce's face. He had panic plastered all over him which worried Steve. He looked up at Bruce and saw his mouth moving but no sound was coming out. Steve panicked, jumping out of the chair and making his way clumsily to the elevator. Leaving the rest of the team stuck in the commons. He rested his head against the wall, hands pressed to his ears. He couldn't head the elevator ding, or his friends talking. He couldn't even hear himself breathe. He slipped through the elevator doors as they opened onto his floor and grabbed the phone. Dialing SHIELD doctors number before realizing and slamming the phone down. He walked over to the TV and video called Fury. The Director came on and Steve watched his mouth move without any sound coming out before getting angry.
"I need the doctor." Steve said. But the Director continued talking.
"I need the doctor." Steve demanded this time, becoming annoyed. He could see slight concern on Fury's face because he wasn't getting a response from the soldier. Steve let out a long sigh and demanded the doctor again, not realizing how loud he was becoming. Fury held up one finger and the doctor came into view within seconds. His mouth was moving too, probably asking Steve questions. Questions he couldn't hear.
Steve shakily sighed, "I can't hear you."
The doctor paused looking at Steve again before continuing talking.
"I can't hear you!" Steve snapped.