Nice dreams must be a nice thing. Steve hadn't had many of those since he'd gotten back. This last one must have been particularly bad.
It took a moment longer for Anya's words to penetrate his dream fog, and he sat bolt upright, as though under attack, eyes snapping to alertness as he let go, bringing his arm up to defend himself.
"Wha...?!"
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