Watch Me Run - Part 1
Summary: You inherit a family relic that gives you the gift of foresight but there are others who are interested for more nefarious reasons. You turn to the Avengers for help. (Bucky x reader… eventually. I love a slow burn okay?!)
Prompt: The nightmare comes frequently and at the same time every day - one day you manage to sleep peacefully only to be greeted with the morning news by a story of a gruesome murder. The victim is the same person that’d appeared in your dreams
Warnings: graphic descriptions of death
Word Count: 1378
Author’s Note: A strange idea that has come out of Cumin’s Halloween Writing Challenge @rotisserierogers.
This part reads like a prologue, but you really shouldn’t skip it so… it’s Part
1! (gif is not mine)
The air had the cold bite and that electric tingle of a pending storm. Grey clouds roiled over the mountains, seeming to absorb the darkness from their granite peaks with ever increasing depth. The darker they looked, the closer they marched to the ancient cabin whose chimney puffed white smoke to fight off the cold.
On the porch, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, stood The Seer with his green eye on its long copper chain hanging heavy around his neck. He watched the storm approach with a faraway look. The cataracts that clouded his once clear dark eyes meant he perceived the coming danger in the sharp wind and the cut of the ice crystals in the air. But mostly he knew of its presence from his dreams. The same dream. Night after night it had woken him at exactly the same time with this same biting cold nipping at his soft round nose, freezing the air in his tight lungs, and making the warm steam of freshly spilled blood that much more unnatural.