The Game That Started it All

I'm Stuck

"No!" I yell, but before she could pull it, the old version of herself took the gun from her hands and aimed at me. No hesitation as the shot of the gun sounds, the bullet flies from the barrel of the gun, piercing my skin in a deadly swift motion.

I push up from my place on the chair heaving, no air willing to fight its way into my lungs. I'm in a cold sweat, unable to stop. The burning sensation of the hyperventilating claws at my neck as I fall to the ground.

"Hey, hey! Steve you're ok cmon calm down it's ok.." A voice soothes from beside me on the ground.

"I-I-can't please" I plead

"oh g-god no N-Natasha." I pant uncontrollably as I claw at my face, feeling around for anything that can give me a sign it wasn't real.

"Steve it's me! Snap out of it please!" The scared voice yells.

I frantically feel around my chest for any signs of a bullet wound, not that that was the reason for my panic. I saw her, alive and she looked so scared. I needed her, I was stuck.

"Steve!"

I stop panicking and I focus on the figure above me shaking me roughly. My eyes finally focus and I see Clint kneeled down beside me still in his hospital gown with a look of fear plastered on his face.

"Clint I-I" I gasp looking around the room panicked and then back at him.

"It's ok, it was just a dream." He sighs, relieved that I came to my senses.

"I-I'm sorry I must have woke you." I reply, sitting up in the process.

"It's ok don't worry, I get the dreams too." He states sadly, looking at the ground.

"We're a mess.." I chuckle dryly.

"Yeah no doubt about that." Clint replies.

Half a second later Bucky walks- well basically runs into the room in a hurry.

"Hey Buck, what's wro-"

"There you are! Jesus you scared the life out of me and Wanda. We have been looking for you all over and I- what are you doing on the floor?" Bucky rambles out of breath.

"Uh bad dream." I mumble, moving to sit back in my chair while Clint pats me on the back and retreats to his bed.

"Well staying up for 96 hours isn't a great solution." Bucky states with mild humour. I grumble and pull my blanket back over me, clutching it like it meant the difference between life or death.

"What is so urgent that you had to find me to talk to me about?"

"Oh right! Well I came before to tell you that uh-" He pauses for a moment to look down wearily

"Tony has been admitted again for a severe panic attack, I thought you would wanna know. But when I went to your room to tell you and you weren't there, I freaked out."

I furrow my eyebrows and look down, worried about Tony.

"Is he stable?" Clint asks.