"...It's Bucky, Harrow." Steve says quietly, standing his ground and meeting the Soldier's gaze. "He's not trying to kill me, or blaming me, so this isn't a nightmare." His own eyes are sad, but strong willed as ever.
"Bucky, huh?" The Soldier shakes his head, but he's not fighting or lashing out. Just standing there watching the pair of them. "Maybe. Somewhere deep down. I know you. That's enough, right?"
"Till the end of the line, pal." Steve finishes, taking Harrow's hand and turning to walk away. "Til the end of the line..." New York is fading in a swirling mess of emotions and shapes, unstable and unsteady as Steve begins losing all control of his dream. He hadn't been able to fully control it, allowing memories and emotions to shape it more than he'd meant to. But he's waking up. Stirring, and then clawing himself into a sitting position as he looks around the strange room.
He's not home. He's--and there, sleeping next to him is his own body. Steve reaches up to touch at his face, and sighs deeply, drawing his long legs up and hugging them close to himself.
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"Bucky, huh?" The Soldier shakes his head, but he's not fighting or lashing out. Just standing there watching the pair of them. "Maybe. Somewhere deep down. I know you. That's enough, right?"
"Till the end of the line, pal." Steve finishes, taking Harrow's hand and turning to walk away. "Til the end of the line..." New York is fading in a swirling mess of emotions and shapes, unstable and unsteady as Steve begins losing all control of his dream. He hadn't been able to fully control it, allowing memories and emotions to shape it more than he'd meant to. But he's waking up. Stirring, and then clawing himself into a sitting position as he looks around the strange room.
He's not home. He's--and there, sleeping next to him is his own body. Steve reaches up to touch at his face, and sighs deeply, drawing his long legs up and hugging them close to himself.