I apologise for this being a fairly short chapter but I have exams and other stuff. I will try to update ASAP. And thank you to everyone that has read, favourited, followed or left a review so far, even you Leah.
The ship was about to crash and Steve had just lost contact with Peggy. His whole world was literally crashing down around him as he took his last breath before hitting the ice. He thought he was gone, that was it his life was over. He had lost everything.
His eyes fluttered open; it seemed as if he was in a hospital or in some kind of care. One thing was strange though, the radio was playing as if it was live but Steve had been at the game that was playing. He soon realised he was not still in the 1940s but didn't know quite what was happening. He burst through the door of the room to be greeted by an empty space, not a hallway and the rest of a building, just space. He looked back at where he had just come from, the room had been set up. But why? Steve continued to try and escape from what seemed to be a warehouse and ran out into the street, but it wasn't the same, it was completely different to how he last saw it. There were crowds soon gathering around him, Steve found him spiralling into a panic attack. He was confused. He saw nothing familiar, not even the streets he used to walk down, people were grasping onto small devices that even looked more advanced than what he had seen Howard use. Steve was definitely not in the 40s any more. Then everything went black. Just like when he crashed.
Steve quickly sat up in his bed, breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve had been living in Stark towers for just over two weeks now and every night he has had the same nightmare. Going under. Losing everything. Everyone. But tonight it felt worse than usual.
Steve never told anyone about this recurring nightmare but every night when Steve woke up in panic at exactly 3.27 in the morning, JARVIS would ask him if everything was okay. Steve always replied with the same phrase
'Yeah, I'm fine just had a little nightmare, nothing to worry about, I always get them' and then he would drift off into a dreamless sleep until he awoke at 6.30.
Every now and then when Steve woke up from his nightmare he would go to get a glass of water. But tonight he decided to go see Tony, try and take the dream off his mind. As he descended down to Tony's workshop, he saw that he was still at work, drawing up new blue prints and playing with small pieces of metal between his fingers. Steve entered, still unnoticed by Tony, and cleared his throat to attract his attention. It didn't work. Steve stood a couple of feet from Tony for a good few minutes before Tony turned round in his chair looking startled.
'How long have you been stood there?' Tony questioned
'A few minutes, I even said your name a few times and you never responded' Steve replied
'Anyway, what are you doing down here it's...' Tony took a pause, looking at the watch on his wrist to check the current time '3:34 in the morning, something bothering you, Cap?' Tony asked showing his concerned side.
Steve stayed silent, battling with his mind deciding if he should tell Tony about the nightmare or not 'You could say that' he muttered, barely audible to Tony ' I've been having nightmares, well nightmare, actually it was a memory, it's always the same but today it seemed worse, I felt as if it affected me even more than usual'
Tony looked at Steve with a concerned look 'What are the dreams about?'
Steve stalled, again wondering if he should tell Tony 'Going under, losing everything and everyone that was familiar, waking up and not knowing anything' he admitted 'not belonging' the hurt showed in his voice, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
Before he could realise what was happening Steve was embraced in a tight hug from Tony. This was strange for both them. They both knew that Tony wasn't the sort to have too much physical contact with anyone. But the thing was Steve felt comforted and Tony didn't care, his friend was more upset and agitated than he'd ever seen him and wanted him to be happier because seeing Steve smile was the best thing in Tony's mind even though it was only him who knew it.