Hero by Skillet

The Captain threw his shield at a few doombots approaching himself, his enhanced ears picking up the slightest sounds of the vibranium disk slicing through the robots that were after glanced about the area and things were suddenly pitch black.

When his eyes opened again, he was standing in an alley that seemed awfully familiar to him. Steve glanced down at himself, gasping at the sight. His suit was huge, the cowl slipping off of his small head easily. The costume simple swallowed the hero up. He was back to being that scrawny kid from Brooklyn. His arms and legs were back to being twigs and any muscle that had been on his body was now completely gone. The Patriot hurried over to where he saw his shield laying and lifted it up, almost being knocked over by it's weight in the same instance.

"Having trouble?" A woman's voice purred from the shadows in the alleyway and a pair of green eyes smirked at him. The sultry figure of Madame Hydra padded out soundlessly as she made her way over to the now-weak and pathetic Steve Rogers. "You know, last time we met you were much bigger." She teased, walking circles around the shaking Captain. He'd never felt so scared, so utterly defenseless. She pressed what he knew to be a gun at the base of his neck, cocking it. He'd never felt so paralyzed in his life before.

The shot rang out.

"Steve," Tony called softly, "Steve, baby, wake up."

Quickly, the super-soldier sat up and sharply wheezed. He held one hand to his heart, feeling it pound all the way up in his ears at an alarming rate. He looked about in the dark, his eyes training on the blue glow the arc reactor emitted. With trembling hands, he felt his face and neck, which were damp with cooling sweat. He looked down at his hands, the reactor proving that the scene he'd went through was just a dream.

"Baby?"

"Y-yeah?" Steve looked over into the worried brown eyes of his partner. Concern and sympathy glowed almost as brightly as the electromagnet in his chest.

"What happened?"

"Just a bad dream," he replied quietly, but surely. He smiled softly and settled back down against the pillows, pulling his own small hero up against his chest.

"You gonna be alright?"

"With you here, I will be."

Tony snorted a bit, letting one arm drape over Steve's stomach.

"Night Tony."

"Night Cap."