He was lost in a cloud of smoke. Panting, he ran forward through the battleground, looking back and forth for an ally. The barren wasteland seemed to be free of anybody he could rely on. Straining his eyes, he stopped and looked around. Discouraged when he found nothing, he started again.

After a few minutes of running, something caught his eye. He stopped and looked over. There was a pile of what to seem to be cloth. Slowly, he crept towards it. As the object came into view, he screamed, falling back onto the ground. He clutched at his eyes, the faces of his dead friends coming into view.

Sobbing, he felt something touch his shoulder. "Steve," a woman's voice murmured.

He looked up to see Peggy's strong face looking into his. "Oh, Peggy, you're here," he said trying to compose himself.

The scene changed for a split second to her laughing in a different place before flashing back to the battleground. "Steve, what are you doing here?"

"Peggy, I'm a soldier." The scene flashed for a split second again, her smile radiating before flipping back to the issue at hand.

"Give it up Steve. No one cares," Peggy said.

"What?"

The scene flipped again for a little while longer before changing back. Peggy was laughing, spinning around in a grassy area. "No cares about Steve Rogers. You're nothing. You're absolutely pathetic."

"Peggy," he whispered, clutching her hand.

She shook it away. Her face turned into the face in his flashes before turning back into the heartless, cold face. "Goodbye, Steve." She turned away.

"Peggy!" he exclaimed, running after her. "Peggy!" The fog consumed her, and suddenly he was falling. Time went slow, his senses almost completely numb and his mind blank into he landed with a hard thud. Looking around, he screamed again as he saw the lifeless bodies of his friends. "Let me out!" he screamed.

An arm grabbed him out of the pile. Slowly, Bucky raised up, his face gaunt and expression solemn. "Didn't you hear her?" he spat. "Nobody cares, Steve. You're supposed to be dead."

The words echoed in his ears as the world faded.

His eyes snapped open with a start, his heart beating fast in his chest. Falling out of his bed, he quickly stood up and ran to his phone before pounding in a number. Right before he hit "send", he looked at the clock. 2:47.

Looking back at the phone, he realized he had dialed Natasha's number. He closed his eyes, a painful expression on his face. She wouldn't care, either.

This was the first time he actually could remember his nightmare. He hadn't had one in weeks. Still frightened, he went out into the main room of his apartment and flipped on his light. He turned on the TV, but he couldn't calm down. The faces of his friends haunted his memory although they were only figments his mind came up with. But Bucky and Peggy were there, telling him he didn't matter….

He found himself at his radio, putting in a CD Natasha had gotten him. Instantly, he found himself calming down. His breathing slowing, he grabbed a piece of paper.

Dear Natasha,

Well… I need to talk to you. Not urgently, which is why I'm sending this by actual mail. Something happened and I was going to call you but I decided not too and I need to know if you really care or not.

Please respond. I need someone to talk to.

Sincerely,

Steve

Steve studied the letter a few times before changing something.

Love,

Steve