A/N: Wow, thank you all so much for the support 3 Because of this I decided to post another chapter for you guys, but please note that the one after this one may take some time because my exams are literally in 2 days... Anyway, I'll talk more at the end of this chapter, lets get right into it!
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Chapter Two- A Cruel Joke
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The Sky is fading. The dull, yet beautiful sky, is fading.
It's dark.
It's damp.
It's cold.
When can I escape from this awfully familiar nightmare of reality?
It hurts, it hurts, it hurst. Both physically and mentally. It hurts.
At least this is the end… Right?
Steve shivers.
Steve shivers as he falls, sinking lower and lower into the ocean, slowly eating him away. Once again being engulfed by the never ending void. Once again choking and drowning in the sea of blues. Once again leaving his loved ones, once again leaving his life behind.
Steve shivers.
Steve shivers as he is faced with his worst fear- it's terrifying, the way his lungs are being filled with thick, cold water. He takes another large gulp of water, intentionally this time, hoping that it would kill him faster. But. it doesn't, he chokes on the water, and he can almost feel the chair pressing against his back as he clenches his teeth and crashes his plane hearing the soft sobs of Peggy on the other side. He can almost feel the impact of when he is thrown out of the seat and slammed onto the cold metal ground of the plane. He can almost feel himself being frozen over again, because god forbid it's winter again! Steve is scared, Steve. Is. Scared. Steve is scared as he swallows more and more water, he almost wishes that he hadn't taken off his cowl or he would be clutching it hard as he sinks deeper and deeper into the abyss.
He doesn't move, he just stares, he's choking remembering the days when he had asthma, and even when he got pneumonia he never felt so cold when his mother and Bucky was by his side.
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Steve just lets the ocean take him away.
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The cruel ocean slowly letting him plummet and drift into the depths of nothingness.
Steve shivers.
Steve shivers not because of the aching pain that continuously burns through and around his body. Steve shivers not because he has to leave the team that he doesn't deserve. Steve shivers not because he has to leave the team that he doesn't deserve. Steve shivers not because of the things that he's missed through his outstretched life.
Steve shivers.
Steve shivers because of this fitting end to his life. He can finally revisit his old life. Reunite with The Howling Commandos, his best friend Bucky, and the love of his life Peggy Carter. Steve doesn't mind if he has to go back to becoming the weak and scrawny kid living in Brooklyn, because no matter how strong and amazing he is on the outside, he is still the weak and pre-serum Steve on the inside- he always has been, no matter how many people tell him he's not. Sure he won't be able to lift rocks and run miles to help the people he wants, but thats fine.
Because he's tired.
Because he has a dance to go to.
Because this is the end… right?
Maybe he has never lived a life as an Avenger.
Maybe it's just a rushed hallucination from the shock of crashing a plane into the icy cold waters.
In the end it doesn't matter.
Because this is the end… right?
Steve stops shivering. He lets his tears mix and disappear with the surprisingly calm sea.
Steve waits for his life to end.
His vision blurs and fades, a flicker of green in the blue, and into darkness he sinks.
Because this is the end… right?
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Steve's eyes flutter open to the synchronising and rhythematic sound of consistent beeping.
His vision is a blur, his body is numb, and no matter how much he blinks it didn't seem like he could focus on his surroundings.
Steve tries to twist his body, but he seems tangled in sorts. He tries to recall his memory, but it seems all over the place as well. Not able to figure out his location, he tries a different approach and looks at himself, and he notices vague blobs of white lines connecting him to some sort of large machinery. He is also only wearing a pair of trousers, apparently, because his upper body is covered with multiple layer soft white bandages that he cannot feel.
Before Steve's mind could wander off into figuring out the greatest mysteries of life, the sound of a twisting knob drags him back into "reality".
A door opens, somewhere, and a figure walks in.
"…ve…re…awake?"
Steve can barely make out the words, but it seems like someone is talking to him.
He tries to lift his head, but a wave of pain instantly hits him in the head.
"Jar…c…ll…e…thers!"
The person sounds excited, and also a bit worried.
"Where am ?" Steve manages to say, using his arms to support himself to sit up before ever so slightly titling his head.
"…edical…ng…ield."
Medical...wing... Shield?
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The slow and synchronising beeps starts to become erratic.
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No, no NO. NOT AGAIN. NEVER NEVER NEVER THIS CAN'T HAPPEN, AGAIN.
Tears threaten to spill out of his eyes because this. can't. happen. again.
He can feel something slowly rising from his stomach because this. can't. happen. again.
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"… Where am I really?" Steve manages to choke out before he takes off running.
A/N: I know it's a bit short, really short but I don't want you guys waiting so long especially after all the support I've been getting! (It's not much, but means a lot to me ^^) I promise the next chapter will be longer and filled with fluff from the whole team! But it may take some time (probably at least a week).
I tried to mirror Steve's reaction to when he woke up in New York at the end of Captain America: The First Avenger, and I also tried to mirror Steve's panic with the ups and downs... does that even make sense to you guys? xD
But really, thank you to all the people that left reviews, all of them are so sweet, it doesn't matter how short it is, even as a guest a single word powers me to get this story out there. Also thank you to the people that favourited and decided to follow this story, if you did all three, you're the real MVP!
