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mara-joy.livejournal.comTitle: We Are All Vagabonds, We Are All Battle Born
Author/Artist:
mara_joy
Universe: MCU
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Avengers Team
Rating: PG-13 (couple words here and there)
Warnings: PTSD flashbacks
Word Count: ~9300
Beta Reader: Thank you so much to SkyisGray and pamelaroseee for being awesome betas and being so patient with my excessive rambling!
Summary: In dreams, Steve could see it coming. He could see that thick, soupy mist reaching its tendrils over what was in front of him and around him, enveloping everything in its path. The air itself seemed to crystallize and glimmer, and he could almost see his breath turn into tiny daggers of ice. Sometimes it was a slowly rising tide, deep blue water that inched closer and closer. It crawled its way up, over his toes, up his legs, towards his lap, around his chest. It would slow the closer it got to his mouth, to his nose, like it was saying I’m here, you can’t stop me. It would gradually cover his eyes until all there was, was a dark blur. Until there was only a vague hint of bright blue light glowing in the distance, before nothing.
On AO3: In dreams, the cold never came quickly.
Author/Artist:
mara_joyUniverse: MCU
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Avengers Team
Rating: PG-13 (couple words here and there)
Warnings: PTSD flashbacks
Word Count: ~9300
Beta Reader: Thank you so much to SkyisGray and pamelaroseee for being awesome betas and being so patient with my excessive rambling!
Summary: In dreams, Steve could see it coming. He could see that thick, soupy mist reaching its tendrils over what was in front of him and around him, enveloping everything in its path. The air itself seemed to crystallize and glimmer, and he could almost see his breath turn into tiny daggers of ice. Sometimes it was a slowly rising tide, deep blue water that inched closer and closer. It crawled its way up, over his toes, up his legs, towards his lap, around his chest. It would slow the closer it got to his mouth, to his nose, like it was saying I’m here, you can’t stop me. It would gradually cover his eyes until all there was, was a dark blur. Until there was only a vague hint of bright blue light glowing in the distance, before nothing.
On AO3: In dreams, the cold never came quickly.
