((A very short first part. I can finish editing the rest next weekend but I want to get what I've got so far posted. Fear not, there is more to come!))
One of the gargantuan creatures rips Captain America into two pieces and he blacks out before his body hits the ground.
-it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts-
A flash, red through his eyelids. Heat, the sky is on fire, his clothes are on fire, everything is white and he can see it but it hurts, everything is burning. He’s not dead and it hurts and it hurts, and it hurts and it HURTS IT HURTS-
He wakes again. The tears sting as they leave his eyes. He thinks 'Ma' and 'please,' but what he's seeing is a red metal boot, not his Ma's old, worn, carefully polished leather shoes. There might be the scratch of a needle in his neck, but Steve can't feel it over how much his guts hurts and his torso hurts and his face hurts and he's cold and burnt and bleeding and-
He drifts gratefully into a fuzzy unconsciousness. Alright. He's done. It's alright, it's over. He doesn't have to hurt anymore.
FILL: Steve's Mind is Digitized (1/3)
One of the gargantuan creatures rips Captain America into two pieces and he blacks out before his body hits the ground.
-it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts-
A flash, red through his eyelids. Heat, the sky is on fire, his clothes are on fire, everything is white and he can see it but it hurts, everything is burning. He’s not dead and it hurts and it hurts, and it hurts and it HURTS IT HURTS-
He wakes again. The tears sting as they leave his eyes. He thinks 'Ma' and 'please,' but what he's seeing is a red metal boot, not his Ma's old, worn, carefully polished leather shoes. There might be the scratch of a needle in his neck, but Steve can't feel it over how much his guts hurts and his torso hurts and his face hurts and he's cold and burnt and bleeding and-
He drifts gratefully into a fuzzy unconsciousness. Alright. He's done. It's alright, it's over. He doesn't have to hurt anymore.