I collapsed onto my stomach. I was rapidly losing my strength. My coughing spell was getting worse and worse. It was tearing me apart from re inside out.

Steve lifted me up and cradled me in his arms. "Alice! Look in my eyes. Oh my god." Steve was panicking. I could tell by the look on his face.

My vision continued to blur and my body felt like it was on fire. What were we supposed to do? We're in the middle of an empty highway!

Steve brushed some hair away from my face and he softly kissed my forehead.

He turns and looks down the highway. A large black van came racing towards us. It looks like one of the vans from SHIELD. Steve places me softly on the ground, laying his backpack under my head for support.

"I've got to get you some help." Steve stands up and begins to wave his hands at the van. The van approached us, slowing to a halt. The windows were tinted and the engine was loud.

A man with brown hair was sitting in the drivers seat. He had sunglasses over his eyes.

"Please! Can you help us? It's my girlfriend. She's sick and I don't know how much longer she has." Steve pleads.

"Oh, I know how much longer she has." He smirks. That voice. It's all too haunting. Too familiar. And too much like my brother.

He takes off his sunglasses. Steve stumbles backwards. He runs to my side and pulls me close to his chest, trying to protect me.

Cole had found us.

"Get them!" Cole shouted into the back seat. The back door flew open and men rushed at us. Steve didn't even move. He stayed right by my side, holding me against his chest.

Out of no where, the metal armed man approached us. He stopped next to Steve. The other men tried to pry Steve away from me. Steve sure did try to put up a fight. He tried so hard to get back to me, but there were too many men.

They took Steve down. I watched in terror as the dragged him back to the van. The metal armed man approached me, and bent down. His metal arm snatched my wrist and pulled me back to the van. I was losing strength rapidly, but I'm not going to quit now. Not without a fight. I kick my legs in an attempt to trip the man. He brought his fist across my face, and that's when my world went black.