Very first Avengers fic with a dash of X-men, also I would like to say there is only one warning for ptsd, mainly around Steve which is why he will be pretty out of character for the first few short chapters.
Other than that please enjoy!
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It was the silence that made him nervous, the stillness of his mind and the anguish that crept closer and closer despite his best efforts to keep it all at bay.
The world, thenew world because nothing is the same and never will be, is loud- fast and on the verge of completely destroying itself at the rate it was burning itself out. These years people live their lives in a wild haze of speed- faster cars, faster machines, faster relief, faster release, faster, faster, faster, faster. As if the whole world was too afraid to stop running, too afraid to stop and look at itself and see the truth of how it was slowly dying from the inside out. Steve is motionless, a silent figure that overlooks the city from the highest point, his face twisted in a frown and he cant help but wonder if the world was running to or away from it's own death.
This new world was so bright, lights of every color lighting up the darkest corner it could find, as if it were afraid of it's own shadow (but dont you know? You're only creating more darkness for the demons to hide). There was no need for heroes; no this time.
You've done your job, Solider, shows over.
Steve clutches his sketch pad closer, glares up at the light that's too bright and wills it to shut off.
The world is safe, safe to destroy itself however way it likes without a madman and an entire army of things this wold would never understand. There's a knot in Steve's stomach, a flurry of emotions that revolts against the notion of allowing the world to slowly deteriorate in the way it was. But Steve, God help him, Steve is bitter in ways that would have his mother, Bless her soul, shaking her head in disappointment and perhaps shame.
"Stand, Steve. Always stand up."
But his mother was gone, lost to a world that he would never be able to reach again. And Steve has almost had enough of this too bright, too loud and too fast world. He's on his knees with almost no intention of getting up again.
