[Steve wakes up in his room, mind still fogged with dreams of bright lights that turned into dreams of Erskine's procedure, which for some reason was in London, attended by rank after rank of Colonel Phillips with a long-haired Bucky standing in the back, holding a sniper rifle trained on Erskine.
Waking was a jolt. Not the kind that comes with the crescendo of a nightmare - more like a spike of confusion that dragged him back into consciousness.
He swings his feet out of the bed, feeling rusty, his mouth tasting like it desperately needs a good brushing.
He needs to check in with Peggy and Natasha. See how Bucky's doing. Do a check of the compound and see if anyone else has vanished.
Steve rubs his eyes and stands, trying to remember when he decided to take a nap.]
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Waking was a jolt. Not the kind that comes with the crescendo of a nightmare - more like a spike of confusion that dragged him back into consciousness.
He swings his feet out of the bed, feeling rusty, his mouth tasting like it desperately needs a good brushing.
He needs to check in with Peggy and Natasha. See how Bucky's doing. Do a check of the compound and see if anyone else has vanished.
Steve rubs his eyes and stands, trying to remember when he decided to take a nap.]