Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America (
savesthedance) wrote2011-12-20 10:14 pm
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Dream ☆ 003
Affects: Christmas cheer, lots of happiness and love.
The dream opens to a family sitting around a Christmas tree. But as the dream becomes clearer, Steve was actually among the family. He looked a little older, but not much. The serum prevented fast aging. He was aware of that. As for the rest of the family, Peggy was sitting next to him. The small hints of passing years were on her face, but the smile that appeared showed youthful joy within her still.
What was most striking was the two children the dream was showing. On Steve's lap was a blonde haired girl that appeared about the age of six. Though her hair matched that of the one who's lap she sat, her eyes and face favored the woman sitting hand-in-hand with Steve. The young girl was hugging a teddy bear, one that she seemed to just have opened.
The other child, a boy about the age of four, sat on the ground, his dark hair messy, though he otherwise favored his father. He was laying on his stomach, intensely focused on the toy soldiers he playing with. Surrounding him were wads of paper and opened presents, but the toy soldiers earned his sole attention.
"Thank you, Daddy, I love it!" The young girl cried, throwing her arms around Steve, giving him a tight embrace. He happily returned it, stroking his daughter's hair.
"You're welcome, Sarah."
"James, are you going to open rest of your presents?" Peggy had spoken up now, but the little boy on the floor simply shook his head. His tongue was slightly sticking out of his mouth now, deep in concentration.
"Don't push him. It doesn't matter. Just glad he likes 'em." Steve chuckled, squeezing Peggy's hand gently. It did make him happy. He remembered playing with toy soldiers very similar to what they had gotten James, wishing one day he could be a soldier like his father. He smiles, at least relieved that here in Somarium, his children didn't have to deal with the wars of his home world.
"This is perfect. Everything's perfect. This is the best Christmas yet." It was as he leaned closer to kiss his wife's cheek that the dream faded out.
The dream opens to a family sitting around a Christmas tree. But as the dream becomes clearer, Steve was actually among the family. He looked a little older, but not much. The serum prevented fast aging. He was aware of that. As for the rest of the family, Peggy was sitting next to him. The small hints of passing years were on her face, but the smile that appeared showed youthful joy within her still.
What was most striking was the two children the dream was showing. On Steve's lap was a blonde haired girl that appeared about the age of six. Though her hair matched that of the one who's lap she sat, her eyes and face favored the woman sitting hand-in-hand with Steve. The young girl was hugging a teddy bear, one that she seemed to just have opened.
The other child, a boy about the age of four, sat on the ground, his dark hair messy, though he otherwise favored his father. He was laying on his stomach, intensely focused on the toy soldiers he playing with. Surrounding him were wads of paper and opened presents, but the toy soldiers earned his sole attention.
"Thank you, Daddy, I love it!" The young girl cried, throwing her arms around Steve, giving him a tight embrace. He happily returned it, stroking his daughter's hair.
"You're welcome, Sarah."
"James, are you going to open rest of your presents?" Peggy had spoken up now, but the little boy on the floor simply shook his head. His tongue was slightly sticking out of his mouth now, deep in concentration.
"Don't push him. It doesn't matter. Just glad he likes 'em." Steve chuckled, squeezing Peggy's hand gently. It did make him happy. He remembered playing with toy soldiers very similar to what they had gotten James, wishing one day he could be a soldier like his father. He smiles, at least relieved that here in Somarium, his children didn't have to deal with the wars of his home world.
"This is perfect. Everything's perfect. This is the best Christmas yet." It was as he leaned closer to kiss his wife's cheek that the dream faded out.
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Yeah? Come in, Peggy. [He's only just barely awake, so it might be a little slurred. Sorry.]
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I needed to see you.
[Moving to the bed, she sits down next to him, her smile both happy and wistful.]
I saw your dream, Steve.
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...if he wasn't very awake before, he sure was when he heard her second one. His eyes widened as looked at her, his cheeks flushing a bit.]
You...you did...?
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[But it was hard to hope, when it didn't seem possible in the slightest. Still, he would keep hoping. If he didn't have that hope, it would be impossible for him to accept he would have to go home eventually.]
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So...Sarah and James?
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Y...Yeah. James, after Bucky. And Sarah - that was my mom's name.
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I'm already happy here. Having you is more than I could ask for.
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Some...some dream is right.
[But he loved it. It was honestly something he actually wanted one day...]
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But you're [Still missing in the arctic in our world]--it's going to happen. I feel it in my bones.
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Hope you're right. I-- I just wanna see her again. In our world. That's all I could ask for. Getting married? Having a family? I'm starting to doubt I'll get the chance. 'Least with Peggy.
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Hopefully.]
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Shit, I didn't mean...
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What's that supposed to mean?
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Hate you can't be with your family for Christmas.
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It's the woman the guy with the mustache dreamed about. At least she didn't morph into an old man.
You all look happy. There's nothing better than being with the one you love.
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[It may not be seen that he's smiling, but you can hear it in his voice.] You're telling me. Been lucky enough to have who means most to me here...
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It was creepy. Wouldn't want that happening to my girlfriend.
Yeah, not everyone here does. You three aren't... all together, right?
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Know that for sure. [He didn't have anyone when he first got here. He was lucky enough that Peggy and Howard arrived not much later.
To that last question, however, he's just left rather speechless. You are saying this to a guy from the 40s, after all.]
N-No, no. Me and Peggy. We're together. Howard's just-- he's just...well, he's Howard.
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Does knowing him make it that much weirder, or is he a hard case?
Oh. So he just likes her then. A couple's love can be another man's heartache. The best to you two.
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...Y..Yeah. He's...he's had a thing for her for a while. [He thought it was more than a thing for a while, too. I mean, who'd really think fondue meant food?] Thanks. Appreciate it.
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She picked you. Nothing anyone can do about it. You're happy together. There's nothing to apologize for. That's just how love is.
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[A little nod, and a smile now.] Just lucky she's here with me and we can be together. Things happened back home. We weren't - can't - be together. But then she showed up here. Can't say this place is all bad, if just for that.
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Seiji's words, though, bring a small smile to his face.] Can't tell you how glad I am to've come here. If it means being with her, I'd stay forever. [Which was true. And it wasn't like he was being useless here. There were real people here to protect. He was doing his job, and when he did finally wake up, he'd be right back where he was supposed to be, just seventy years past his time.]
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[The second statement makes him think, though. He's built up all this hate and anger towards this place because it meant he wasn't with his beloved. But if she was here... well, how different would things be?] This place does what it wants though. You just have to hope it doesn't send either of you back without the other. [In a small voice.] To be reunited only to be torn apart again is too much to bear.