[ The suddenness of Wanda's form changing from fluid and alive-ish to something out of a video simulation has Steve's pulse quickening, and he chides himself for being so goddamned jumpy. This place ... this endless nightmare ... all of it has really rattled him out of character and he hates it.
Hands clench into tight fists at his side, but he waits ... waits until he can feel something niggling at him, something that starts from somewhere inside his head and tugs the rest of him up and out of this dreamscape.
He doesn't breathe, holding himself taut right up until he can feel himself finally leaving the nightmare behind, and with it the last tie of the beast screaming somewhere in the distance.
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Hands clench into tight fists at his side, but he waits ... waits until he can feel something niggling at him, something that starts from somewhere inside his head and tugs the rest of him up and out of this dreamscape.
He doesn't breathe, holding himself taut right up until he can feel himself finally leaving the nightmare behind, and with it the last tie of the beast screaming somewhere in the distance.
Conscious now, Steve's eyes fly open, his heart suddenly beating hard.
He inhales as though he's gasping for air. ]