Love & Redemption ⧗ Romanogers

Succession... Or Not?

Steve's pov.

I immediately shot myself up the bed when sunshine seeped in through the window, shining softly on my eyelids.

I turned to my side to check the clock. It was 630 am.

Nothing could stop me from leaving the bed at all, even if it was so early. Grabbing a top and my phone, I dragged myself outside. I put on my top while walking along the quiet hallway, hearing some snoring on the way. I had to keep silent.

After some more traversing, I finally reached the conference room. I switched on some devices and floating screens, each one giving a responding beep or flash. Poking the screens unaware about the fact that I had muscle memory for opening files, I got to the rundown document of the mission we had compromised. Even though I had as much experience than anyone else, I still could settle my heart without revising our plan. If we failed, we would create a new timeline which Nat dies in. I didn't want that.

"So... reflexes and signals, huh... why did I assign this for myself the first place...?" I muttered under my breath, "I guess it still works right...? Wait, what am I even saying? This must work, Bruce approved. What the hell?"

Instantly, I remembered how much I've complained about language usage of my friends, now to me. How ironic.

I leaned down on one of the office chairs, staring at the rundown screen. To be honest, I didn't actually read what was on it, but stared. It felt reassuring, from what I was experiencing that time.

I wasn't sure what I was doing after blankly staring at it for 10 minutes or so, it started becoming hypnotising. Maybe... maybe it was too much of thinking in my dreams last night... or purely the packed words in the document... I exhaled softly and my eyes drooped, then they closed in gradually.

Everything was black for as long as I remember from the last glimpse of the room, until I felt soft yet heavy taps on my shoulder.

"Cap, wake up, time for breakfast. We've got a mission to accomplish."

It felt like echoes in my brain, which made it sound as if it were a part of my dream. I ignored it so I could continue my little nap.

"Rogers, I'm not going to save Nat if you ain't waking."

"Wakey-wakey Mr Helmet."

I let out a soft groan of tiredness, unsure what was going on. I tried telling myself to wipe the sleepiness out of me and wake up when I thought it might be me imagining voices waking me. After all, I felt like I only slept for 5 minutes.

"I'm destroying the pym particles if you keep your eyes shut."

Okay. That went too far. No matter a dream or whatever, no way I'm letting that happen. So I obeyed.

Light immediately emerged into my eyes, a bit uncomfortable. I saw the other Avengers surrounding the conference table. Some staring, some crossing their arms.

"What's... the time?"

"Eight thirty, lad."

"I only slept for five minutes...!"

"Nevermind, you- ugh... just have this sandwich we brought you."

"Did I miss breakfast?"

"YES, now take it and eat. We gotta prepare ourselves."

"Yeah..." I responded with a yawn.

"Aren't you supposed to be nervous or worried or anything? We're saving Nat."

"I don't know, I... I just feel tired. And of course I'm anxious."

"Pathetic," scowled Wanda.

"What?" I said.