Tony rolled his eyes, which had Steve standing up. Easily the shortest and smallest of the group, he still took a protective stance. It didn’t matter if he was suffering from a shoulder injury, it didn’t matter if he was tired and he was a little bit afraid that he would ruin Bucky’s ability to get a service animal (he’d been on medication for that too if it came to it), he was still going to protect the person he loved with his whole being if he had to. Tony didn’t appreciate it. “Sit down, Sidecar,” he said, and pulled up a chair too, plopping down on it by the door. “Everyone sit down. This isn’t about a session. This is about the aliens and alternate realities and dreams of a snarky looking tall white man with black hair and a penchant for being an asshole or a huge blond with a beard. Both have English-like accents and evidently they’d spoken to all of you bozos too. You’re supposed to meet Banner, Stark, Rogers, Barnes, Barton, Jarvis, Rhodes… Uh…Odinson… And you.” He pointed at Sam with a snarky gesture. “Wilson. Sam Wilson. We have six days to meet on a corner in the Lower East Side or else whatever happened two weeks ago is going to happen again. Only worse.”
He probably sounded like a fool, but Steve’s face all but drained of color. “Uh… Maximoff,” he whispered. “And Natalia too… I don’t recall Wilson… I thought it was just.. I thought it was just one of my dreams…” Thor had only popped into his dreams once. Steve barely recalled it. “Everyone has dreams that are a little weird… I don’t know.”
It made his stomach really hurt all of a sudden, a tingle spreading down his spine, and left him a little faint. It was all too weird.
He returned his hand to Bucky's and pressed his lips together.
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Tony rolled his eyes, which had Steve standing up. Easily the shortest and smallest of the group, he still took a protective stance. It didn’t matter if he was suffering from a shoulder injury, it didn’t matter if he was tired and he was a little bit afraid that he would ruin Bucky’s ability to get a service animal (he’d been on medication for that too if it came to it), he was still going to protect the person he loved with his whole being if he had to. Tony didn’t appreciate it. “Sit down, Sidecar,” he said, and pulled up a chair too, plopping down on it by the door. “Everyone sit down. This isn’t about a session. This is about the aliens and alternate realities and dreams of a snarky looking tall white man with black hair and a penchant for being an asshole or a huge blond with a beard. Both have English-like accents and evidently they’d spoken to all of you bozos too. You’re supposed to meet Banner, Stark, Rogers, Barnes, Barton, Jarvis, Rhodes… Uh…Odinson… And you.” He pointed at Sam with a snarky gesture. “Wilson. Sam Wilson. We have six days to meet on a corner in the Lower East Side or else whatever happened two weeks ago is going to happen again. Only worse.”
He probably sounded like a fool, but Steve’s face all but drained of color. “Uh… Maximoff,” he whispered. “And Natalia too… I don’t recall Wilson… I thought it was just.. I thought it was just one of my dreams…” Thor had only popped into his dreams once. Steve barely recalled it. “Everyone has dreams that are a little weird… I don’t know.”
It made his stomach really hurt all of a sudden, a tingle spreading down his spine, and left him a little faint. It was all too weird.
He returned his hand to Bucky's and pressed his lips together.