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lipstickbisous · 3 years
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we’ll meet again | p.
PROLOGUE
 pairing: steve rogers x oc!reader
summary: she'd leave like it was a talent, forcing him to continuously watch her eyes drown in death; but no matter what, she always returned.
warnings: angst, mentions of blood, fighting, death
word count: 752
a/n: a little different format from my other series, but like i said, this is personal to me and i really don't care about anything negative someone has to say.
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there's a split in the skin above her eyebrow, bloody and bruised. it's dripping crimson down her temple and cheek where it'll drip off onto the floor and create a puddle. it's already healing, mending itself back together as tiny strands of her synthetic skin layers on top of another and the wound ceases to exist. it's a quick fix, nothing much to it, but the bullet stuck in her abdomen says otherwise. hot blood is pooling from the hole, dripping onto her pants and staining the fabric and her skin. it dries with a crusty foundation before being replenished with a new wave of crimson liquid. the worst part is, with every movement of her stomach, she can feel the metal part inside her swishing against her organs and muscles. her eyes are clouding over, and she can hear a voice calling out.
"aurora!" he yells, sliding down to her side when her knees catch her fall. his hand grabs the back of her neck just before her skull can hit the ground. she's running out of air. "aurora, stay awake." he barked it as an order but behind it was a hidden sense of fear. it was evident in his eyes as well.
there wasn't much to see anymore. a vignette surrounded her line of vision and it was becoming darker and darker by the second. "steve?" she muttered, finding it hard to move her lips. her breaths were becoming shallow and soon, she wouldn't be able to make a sound at all.
he didn't hear his name. his eyes were freakishly wide, and although they'd both gone through this before, having her dying in his arms would scar him. his hands were pressured onto the bullet, but her blood only continued to seep through his clenched fingers and onto the gravel road. she'd died in many places before, and if there was one thing she learned, it's that you never get to pick how and where your life ends. "s-teve," she muttered again. seeing the end, however, would always scare her. she'd awake the next morning without any wounds, but it was the way he frantically cried and pleaded for her to stay in this moment.
"i'm gonna get you to tony," his voice cracked and when he finally looked to her eyes, he saw it. it was that blank stare that held no emotion yet every emotion. she looked angry, sad, happy, and scared, but the worst part was, she also looked at peace. she looked more calm than ever. and it terrified him. "aurora?" he asks, hoping just his voice and her name would bring her back to him. "c'mon, doll, not right now." he brought her head closer to his chest, smooth, baby skin against rough kevlar, and his cries finally stopped. they sat in the silent road, nothing but his ragged breathing echoing through the night. soon, the rest gathered behind him.
it was all a show they'd seen before. her eyes would freeze over, her skin and lips would gray, and her fingers would go numb. he'd hold her for however long it took--sometimes it'd be a whole night, and others it'd be only minutes. no matter what, this time seemed to take forever. the stars seemed to shift in their beds, the moonlight was getting brighter and brighter before dulling, and the sky remained black but the sweet singing of birds waking in their trees began to melodically play in the air. still, she remained frozen and untouched.
his back began to ache from leaning over her body, watching her blood pool at his knees and freeze from the cold of the night. everything was cold...bone-chilling as it racked through his muscles to which he could no longer move. his neck cramped but moving it only hurt more and his heart was frosting over with an icy hue. at some point, he'd wiped a drop of blood from the corner of her lip and watched it smudge against her synthetic skin.
she was real to him, realer than anything he'd felt or had before. she was the dream of summer during a deadly winter, the hope that he'd seen during the war. she'd leave like it was a talent, forcing him to continuously watch her eyes drown in death; but no matter what, she always returned.
her eyes swung open with a slow draw, a golden gleaming glare scared even the moon as the dawn took back its place in the new day.
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