Warnings:- Blood, Violence, Major death, and Angst. Think wisely before diving in.
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It was tempting and you couldn't deny your own curiosity and to know more about the man you loved.
It was placed on the table like a sacred offering and you wondered if the fact it was the fact that it was antique that it had such respect given to it. You didn't get that much respect from your long-time boyfriend.
Was it a clock? Cause you understood the need of glancing at a clock every moment but it could even be a reminder. You wouldn't be surprised if Stark somehow invented a way to fit technology in such a small thing. Yes, it was clearly a compass but why would he want to check the direction after having sex? or after almost dying in a mission?
You had it in your hands now and it didn't feel like anything special. Not that heavy, no it was heavy but you had seen much heavier things. And it felt delicate, you didn't want to break it. You opened it slowly and your eyes landed spaciously on the picture.
"Why do you have that?"
You were pushed violently onto the floor but that's not what worried you. Nor was it the wetness on your forehead. It was the relief on his face as he saw that damn thing. It was safe even after the violent tumbling. No scratches or blood.
He turned to glare at you. "Why do touch things that are not yours?" Like I touched you when you weren't mine? At least by heart, you are hers.
"Are you hurt?" You refused to cry. "You could start with that, you know?"
He still didn't back down not that you were going to either. And the unapologetic look gave you a clearer meaning.
"You never loved me did you?" It was not an accusation but a realization. He didn't have an ounce of shame on his face.
"I told you that I could never love again." He closed the lid delicately. You wished he broke your heart like that.
"You weren't going to try either, right?" You have accepted the truth, hatefully but it was better than nothing.
He ran his hands through his face, something you found attractive but he only did that when he was frustrated. And now he was frustrated with you.
"You were forcing yourself on me, okay?" You flinched at that, he didn't notice but he probably did and didn't care to keep up the façade. "And everyone kept advertising you and I just wanted them off my back."
"I was a pity case, huh?" You turned to look at your reflection in the decorated mirror above the table. The wound was still open and it would scar.
"I didn't know that the competition was this strong." Your voice was a whisper but you knew he was listening.
"I thought you would love me one day, you know? That we could be happy and perfect." You noticed you were crying by now. "I didn't know she had such a stronghold over your heart."
You walked around him towards the door in quick strides.
"Where are you going?" You still walked ignoring his furious shout.
"Away. Away from you. I should have guessed you would be an asshole." Sharon had told you. No, she had warned you about his obsession with Margaret Carter. A dead woman.
You were in for a surprise when you were dragged by a hand on the back of your neck. It was tightly wrapped around your neck and now his other hand joined in for the process. Your eyes widened reasonably at the blue eyes glaring you down.
"No, you swore you would love me forever."
You screamed as loudly as you could, hoping someone could save you from this man who you thought would never harm you. You were clearly proved wrong twice today.
"Steve let me go!" You tried to yell but your voice never came out.
The last thing you saw before you blacked out was the hateful look in his eyes.
You snapped awake from the violent dream and jerked into a sitting position.
In the quietness of midnight, the short intakes of breath gave you the assurance that the body snuggling its face into one of your hands gave you an assurance that Steve was still sleeping beside you. And this Steve has said 'I love yous' for a million times and more, you were even on the idea of trying for children.
He would never say that to you.
You lightly shook your arm from super-soldier as you began the journey to the balcony. Your dream was so vicious. Like something Wanda would cook up but you knew the Sokovian was on a trip to Scotland with Vision.
It was probably your insecurity, you concluded. You were a possessive woman, always, and at the beginning of your sweet relationship, you were always worried that he was only dating you because he got tired of your pining. And even if that dream had any truth then that confrontation seemed to and should have happened when you guys began dating.
But you feared what you had dreamed about the compass. That was too real until you opened it. You had opened it and started freaking out. Accusing Steve of doing things you didn't really understand. The conversation was blurry, unhearable. But the blood was clear. Were you beginning to get scared of Steve?
But why? There must be a reason for all this.
You glanced back at Steve, who was still sleeping peacefully. You let the lovesick look that was reserved and made only for Steve to slip on your face. He loved you and you loved him, that's what mattered at the moment and for you. He wouldn't do anything to harm you. He swore he didn't.
Your eyes scanned the room and landed on the compass that gave you the nightmare for life.
Yes, Steve did glance at it from time to time but what secret would he have that would make him go crazy over it, it was just a hoax. A stupid dream. Yes, that's it.
You allowed your feet to carry you to the table where the compass was kept.
Like from the dream, it was placed further on the table so there wouldn't be a chance it would fall and break. Like it was something sacred.
No, it was the after-effects of the wretched dream, that you were opting to be a pessimist. That was just how Steve worked. You joked it off as an old person thing but Steve was always careful about anything that was set at the edge of the table.
Ignoring your racing thoughts and heartbeat, you reached for it. The compass, Steves priced possession.
It wasn't easy to open it due to your fumbling and sweaty hands. Why were you this nervous about it? Was it the fact that you did trust him?
Yes, you couldn't deny it.
You didn't want him to break that trust but he had never done it previously.
And unlike from the dream, you saw the picture clearly.
You saw the expectations on which you were set on.
The compass was safe from your wrath but not the picture. It wasn't safe from you. Not the picture of that dead woman. No, you wouldn't let that woman have the satisfaction of ruining your life. Yes, the compass wouldn't face your wrath but it wouldn't last anymore.
Steve jerked awake to the sound of glass shattering. He was alert the minute it happened. He turned to check you but was surprised to see nothing but the sheets there. He searched the room and it landed on a disheveled you standing in the wreckage of glasses and a crumbled picture of-
You were still in a fit of anger as you realized that the blonde was storming towards you. And in a fit of motion, your hands were robbed of the picture and your whole figure was thrown towards the table. Towards the wide mirror. Rather than the feeling of blood on your forehead, you felt the blood running down the back of your hair towards your neck.
You could only watch blankly as he cried looking at the picture.
You swore you would love him forever. And in a twisted way, you followed that promise.
You wouldn't be alive to love somebody else.
A/N:- This is just bitter writing. And I know I named it lucid dreams in the collage but lucid sounds way cooler for the title...
I wanted to make it a 500 words drabble but I wanted to mess shit up.
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