Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
savesthedance) wrote2011-10-01 11:32 pm
savesthedance) wrote2011-10-01 11:32 pm
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Dream ☆ 001
Affects: Fear and sorrow.
Notes/Warnings: Not interactive! tl;dr much, aaand major First Avenger spoilers.
Cloudy mist surrounds the air, clearing as Steve suddenly came into view. He donning the same suit he arrived in, only before it got tattered. He looked beat up, scrapes and bruises here and there and even a hint of blood at the edge of his slightly swollen lip. He took a seat in a large chair, his gaze turning with confusion and worry at the complicated controls of the airplane in front of him. His eyes finally landed on the piece of information that worried him enough. A map like radar was on the dash. It flashed the words “Siel” and under it “New York,” before changing to show the plane he was in and its location over the ocean. He froze, looking out through the cockpit and the sky shooting by ahead of him, dread filling the pit of his stomach. It was headed for New York.
Hesitating no longer, he fumbled with the controls, finally finding the communicator and putting in a radio call back to the base he knew was now in the control of the SSR.
“Come in, this is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?” He said, his eyes flickering back and forth between the controls and the sky in front of him. Hardly a moment had passed before he got a response. It was Jim, one of the members of his team, The Howling Commandos.
“Captain Rogers, what is yo—“ Before Jim could finish, another voice took over.
”Steve, is that you? Are you alright?” Said the British accent he had grown to love so dearly. He was happy she was on the other end to speak to him. He was already trying to figure his way out of what was going on, and it didn’t look as though it would end well.
“Peggy! Schmidt’s dead!” Steve replied, going back to fumbling with the different controls on the plane.
”What about the plane?” It took him a moment to respond. He shifted a bit, hesitating at the words he hardly wanted to admit.
“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.”
”Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.” Always persistent. Peggy certainly wasn’t one to give up, and now was one of those time. But she didn’t understand the half of it. He gripped the steering controls of the plane, his eyes now landing on the screen that showed the rows of bombs in the back.
“There’s not gonna be a safe landing…..But I can try and force it down.”
“I’ll…I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.” He could hear the hesitation in her voice, something very uncommon for her. He figured she was finally understanding the situation he was faced with.
“There’s not enough time! This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. “ He stopped, gulping, his next words coming out of his mouth as a stricken expression crossed his face. “I gotta put her in the water.”
” Please, don’t do this. We have time. We can work it out.” He didn’t like the tone her voice took. It sounded scared, painful. He hated it. He hated this. But what could he do?
“Right now, I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die.” Silence filled there air after this. His heart was beating faster as he really began to realize what he was about to do. He was scared, he couldn’t deny it. It was easily seen on his face. But he knew what he had to do.
“Peggy….this is my choice.” His voice sounded close to cracking, and was again followed by silence. He knew she couldn’t be taking this well. It was hard for him to, but really, what else could he do? Like he said, if he waited any longer, people were going to die. What was one soldier compared to the millions of people on the east coast?
Taking a deep breath, he sat up in the pilot’s seat, gripping the control bar with both hands. He didn’t dive yet, though. He paused, pulling away and reaching into his pocket. From it he withdrew a small compass, popping it open to reveal the cut out photo of Peggy. He placed it on the dash, then returned his hands to the controls, and finally….made the plane begin its dive.
He watched as the plane shifted, the ground appearing far below, but growing closer by the second. He saw the different gauges of the plane begin to change with the drop in altitude. He felt the pressure change throughout his body, too. Or maybe that was his nerves. He wasn’t one to be scared often, but as he watched his death approach, he felt the knot in his throat.
“Peggy…” He spoke again softly, trying to distract himself from the oncoming doom he was faced with. But not only that, there was…something left unsaid.
”I’m here.” She responded. Peggy’s voice calmed him, even if it was just slightly.
“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.”
Her response was slow. He could tell she had a hard time saying it. Was she choking up? ”Alright. A week. Next Saturday. At the Stork Club.”
“You got it.” The ground was growing closer…He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise, as much as it nearly killed him. He wanted to be there. He wanted to meet her, to finally get that dance…
“Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late. Understood?”
He couldn’t respond to that. What could he say? They both knew he wouldn’t actually be making it. “Y’know, I still don’t know how to dance.”
”I’ll show you how. Just be there.” He could hear the pleading tone to her voice. She wanted him there so badly. And he wanted to be there.
The ground was so close now…
“We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on your fe—“ Before he could finish his sentence, the plane made contact with the ground, and…
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[Steve woke with a start, breathing heavily as he ran his hand through his hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get the dream out of his mind. He tried not to think of those last moments. He tried his hardest to forget how he left Peggy, how he would never actually make it to their date….
He laid back down, gazing up at the ceiling, unaware of the Dreamberry recording his movements. Only a second later, though, he sat back up, reaching towards the same desk the device was on. At first it appeared he was going to turn it off, but instead he picked up something else. As he moved back into view, he was holding the compass from the dream. He popped it open, a look of sorrow crossing his face as he gazed into the picture of the one so dear to him.
But finally, he caught sight of the recording Dreamberry, and he clicked it off rather quickly.]
[ooc: I realize this is major tl;dr, but I wanted to write the whole thing out. For those who are don’t want to read all of it, this is the video version.]
Notes/Warnings: Not interactive! tl;dr much, aaand major First Avenger spoilers.
Cloudy mist surrounds the air, clearing as Steve suddenly came into view. He donning the same suit he arrived in, only before it got tattered. He looked beat up, scrapes and bruises here and there and even a hint of blood at the edge of his slightly swollen lip. He took a seat in a large chair, his gaze turning with confusion and worry at the complicated controls of the airplane in front of him. His eyes finally landed on the piece of information that worried him enough. A map like radar was on the dash. It flashed the words “Siel” and under it “New York,” before changing to show the plane he was in and its location over the ocean. He froze, looking out through the cockpit and the sky shooting by ahead of him, dread filling the pit of his stomach. It was headed for New York.
Hesitating no longer, he fumbled with the controls, finally finding the communicator and putting in a radio call back to the base he knew was now in the control of the SSR.
“Come in, this is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?” He said, his eyes flickering back and forth between the controls and the sky in front of him. Hardly a moment had passed before he got a response. It was Jim, one of the members of his team, The Howling Commandos.
“Captain Rogers, what is yo—“ Before Jim could finish, another voice took over.
”Steve, is that you? Are you alright?” Said the British accent he had grown to love so dearly. He was happy she was on the other end to speak to him. He was already trying to figure his way out of what was going on, and it didn’t look as though it would end well.
“Peggy! Schmidt’s dead!” Steve replied, going back to fumbling with the different controls on the plane.
”What about the plane?” It took him a moment to respond. He shifted a bit, hesitating at the words he hardly wanted to admit.
“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.”
”Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.” Always persistent. Peggy certainly wasn’t one to give up, and now was one of those time. But she didn’t understand the half of it. He gripped the steering controls of the plane, his eyes now landing on the screen that showed the rows of bombs in the back.
“There’s not gonna be a safe landing…..But I can try and force it down.”
“I’ll…I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.” He could hear the hesitation in her voice, something very uncommon for her. He figured she was finally understanding the situation he was faced with.
“There’s not enough time! This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. “ He stopped, gulping, his next words coming out of his mouth as a stricken expression crossed his face. “I gotta put her in the water.”
” Please, don’t do this. We have time. We can work it out.” He didn’t like the tone her voice took. It sounded scared, painful. He hated it. He hated this. But what could he do?
“Right now, I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are gonna die.” Silence filled there air after this. His heart was beating faster as he really began to realize what he was about to do. He was scared, he couldn’t deny it. It was easily seen on his face. But he knew what he had to do.
“Peggy….this is my choice.” His voice sounded close to cracking, and was again followed by silence. He knew she couldn’t be taking this well. It was hard for him to, but really, what else could he do? Like he said, if he waited any longer, people were going to die. What was one soldier compared to the millions of people on the east coast?
Taking a deep breath, he sat up in the pilot’s seat, gripping the control bar with both hands. He didn’t dive yet, though. He paused, pulling away and reaching into his pocket. From it he withdrew a small compass, popping it open to reveal the cut out photo of Peggy. He placed it on the dash, then returned his hands to the controls, and finally….made the plane begin its dive.
He watched as the plane shifted, the ground appearing far below, but growing closer by the second. He saw the different gauges of the plane begin to change with the drop in altitude. He felt the pressure change throughout his body, too. Or maybe that was his nerves. He wasn’t one to be scared often, but as he watched his death approach, he felt the knot in his throat.
“Peggy…” He spoke again softly, trying to distract himself from the oncoming doom he was faced with. But not only that, there was…something left unsaid.
”I’m here.” She responded. Peggy’s voice calmed him, even if it was just slightly.
“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.”
Her response was slow. He could tell she had a hard time saying it. Was she choking up? ”Alright. A week. Next Saturday. At the Stork Club.”
“You got it.” The ground was growing closer…He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise, as much as it nearly killed him. He wanted to be there. He wanted to meet her, to finally get that dance…
“Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late. Understood?”
He couldn’t respond to that. What could he say? They both knew he wouldn’t actually be making it. “Y’know, I still don’t know how to dance.”
”I’ll show you how. Just be there.” He could hear the pleading tone to her voice. She wanted him there so badly. And he wanted to be there.
The ground was so close now…
“We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on your fe—“ Before he could finish his sentence, the plane made contact with the ground, and…
--
[Steve woke with a start, breathing heavily as he ran his hand through his hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get the dream out of his mind. He tried not to think of those last moments. He tried his hardest to forget how he left Peggy, how he would never actually make it to their date….
He laid back down, gazing up at the ceiling, unaware of the Dreamberry recording his movements. Only a second later, though, he sat back up, reaching towards the same desk the device was on. At first it appeared he was going to turn it off, but instead he picked up something else. As he moved back into view, he was holding the compass from the dream. He popped it open, a look of sorrow crossing his face as he gazed into the picture of the one so dear to him.
But finally, he caught sight of the recording Dreamberry, and he clicked it off rather quickly.]
[ooc: I realize this is major tl;dr, but I wanted to write the whole thing out. For those who are don’t want to read all of it, this is the video version.]
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He leaves a long moment before speaking up, letting Steve find his peace]
That was...really courageous of you.
[What the hell is he suppose to say in these situation? 'My condolences for dying?']
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But so much for that. When Steve finally does reply, he's no longer in his room, there's a bottle of scotch in the line of sight, and he seems to be drinking a glass of the same thing. Not that it's doing any good.]
Thanks...I guess...
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You're welcome. I don't think I know a lot of people that would have made the ultimate sacrifice like you did.
[Except that it's a lie. All of his team mates are ready to die to protect the Pieces of Eden against the Templars. Both of his ancestors gave up everything they were to be the perfect Assassin and be at the forefront of the battle for mankind's free will.]
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What war were you fighting in anyway?
[Because he's pretty sure there hasn't been wars recently that required such a large plane like that.]
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I'm told they later call it World War 2.
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Wow, that's like 65 years before my time. [He chuckles lightly] No wonder you had that much troubles with your Dreamberry.
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Always thought you were some kind of "hero," kid. Guess I wasn't too far off.
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It was either me, or millions of people. I couldn't just let them all die.
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You just do what ya gotta do. Don't need all that pompous flair *&$#.
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[nah, he knows Steve can fight. he's more concerned about the other part of being a hero. the annoying one.]
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[Like he could really stand aside when people needed protection.]
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It's, uh-- it's alright. No need to cry.
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I-I'm sorry, sir. [sniffs] W-what you did, it was very brave...
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[From what she seen in his dream, the woman he was talking to loved him very much and he did too.]
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Yes and no. I don't regret saving all those people, and I don't think I ever will. It's the things I left unsaid to the people I care about that I regret.
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If I may say this... being brought here means there's still a chance you can say how you feel.
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[video]
Just a regular G.I. Joe aren't you?
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Cartoon hero. Always did the stupid stunts to save the world. Similar to what you did there.
[video] *after his time fff what even.
He shifts a little.]
Oh. Right. Can't say I've heard of him, though.