“Promptober” 10.05.17

I’m a bit behind, for reasons of band events the past few days. So, here is my blurb from 10.05. I’m trying.

10-05-17

10.05.17

His eyes shot open, his heart pounding.
Bucky!
Sitting up far too fast, a pain shot through his head and down his back, causing him to cry out. It was only then that he was able to look around him, reminding himself that Bucky was gone, and he was alone.
Not physically alone, as he had been watched and monitored by the group that rescued him. They called themselves The Avengers, and were making every attempt to recruit him to join them in their efforts to become an unstoppable force against the maniacs that had been terrorizing New York City. Who exactly they were, they were not informing him of  just yet, which made him skeptical of the whole thing.
He had the same dream every night since they found him—he could hear the explosion, could see the shrapnel from the plain as he was hurled into the cold abyss.
But he was rescued.
And now they wanted him to be their leader?
What he really wanted to do is go back in time, go back to Peggy, and leave the military life behind him once and for all. To be a normal citizen, lead a normal life, and forget that any of this had ever happened.
He threw his legs over the side of the bed, contemplating how to disappear into the general population, when there was a knock at the door.
Before he could answer it, the man that had introduced himself as Tony Stark walked into his room, holding the uniform he never wanted to see again.
“Good morning, Cap,” he said, tossing the uniform to him. “Time to rock and roll.”
“I never agreed to anything yet.”
“Oh, but you don’t really have a choice, my friend. Not today. We need you. Get dressed.”
“But—”
“There is no alternative, soldier. Your shield awaits you in the car.”
Roger slipped into the uniform, the nausea creeping up on him quicker than he could prevent, and he barely made it to the wastebasket in the corner of the room.
“It’ll wear off, now let’s go.” Tony gestured to the open door.
Reluctantly, Roger followed, his new life waiting but meters away.

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