So, after people saying they couldn't wait for a part two that didn't exist, nearly six months later, I have extended this. More to come soon. This is, I guess, a prologue to the rest of the story Takes place immediately after the events of "Global Warming". Next chapter in the next two days. Let me know what you think.
xxRosexx
-INTERLUDE-
Steve woke, warmer than he could remember being in days, scratch that, since he'd woken from the ice. Eyes slowly blinked open, dull blue scanning the room. First, he landed on the head on his shoulder, black hair streaked with remnants of grease. Next was the dark blonde, curled up next to him with a red-head intertwined. He rolled slightly, startling when he realised the thing upon which he was lying, was in fact, a person. He squinted. Scratch that, not a person, a god.
The night before came rushing back, and the super-soldier had to hold back a jolt as he remembered the weakness he'd displayed. He sat slowly, removing the blanket and stripping layers of warmth, careful not to disturb his team; heavens knew they needed the sleep. They had helped, whether he wanted to admit it or not, and what he did know was that he was starting to get attached. He had let them see his weakness, and that wasn't acceptable. He stood, picked the IV out of his arm, let the last of whatever was in the bag drip onto the carpet. He walked towards his bedroom, ignoring the ache in his hands and heart. One thought echoed.
Never again.
Never again would he let them see his weakness.
Never again would he let them in.
Never again would he let himself lose everything.