Steve sits somewhat uneasily on a cot. Reinstein and General Phillips stand in the background and stare. "Could you guys look away or something?" he finally asks them, "You're making me even more nervous." They both glance at each other then turn simultaneously. Two doctors approach, "If something goes wrong - ," Steve begins. "I'll tell Gail as much as I can," General Phillips explains. "Thank you, sir," he breathes, "Okay".

The doctors prepare a series of syringes with the blue serum. They swab both side of Steve's neck before taking two syringes, bringing both needles to either side. Steve winces in pain as the doctors simultaneously inject the fluid into him, pressing the plungers down until there is no more liquid in the syringes. They remove the needles before wiping the area down with rubbing alcohol. Steve carefully lays back on the cot. The doctors buckle two large, leather straps across his chest, securing them to the other side of the cot. Steve looks at the ceiling as the doctors place another restraint across his forehead, securing it in place. Finally, his feet are secured at the ankles. Dr. Reinstein checks his pulse and nods for the doctors to continue. The cot flips over, suspending Steve face down with his back exposed. Steve takes the opportunity to focus on the floor tiles. The final vial of serum is injected into the last syringe. The doctor approaches Steve and places the needle at the base of the spine. Steve breathes heavily. General Phillips turns away. The doctor presses his thumb against the plunger, allowing the serum to flow into Steve's back. He grits his teeth and grunts loudly. Dr. Reinstein watches with interest. The serum slowly leaves the syringe. Steve's veins in his arms begin to throb, his eyes shoot open, and sweat forms on his brow. The muscles in his chest swell, almost snapping the restraints. His ankles pop underneath the leather straps. Red faced, he begins to scream in agony. Outside, the screams are muffled behind closed doors. Two MP's guarding the room turn to each other.

Hours later, the hospital bed curtain is pulled back, "How ya feeling?," Reinstein asks as he's accompanied by General Phillips. Steve sits on the edge of his bed, bending his knee back and forth curiously: an act that he was once almost completely unable to do. His leg muscles bulge. His arms and chest are now massive. He has gained at least a hundred pounds of solid muscle. He doesn't answer at first, too mesmerized by his new body. Finally, he looks up at Reinstein with a smile, "I feel fine."

"You seem to have taken to the serum very well, Steve," Reinstein explains.

Steve runs on a treadmill while being observed by doctors.

"…Congratulations, you are the most perfect man on the planet…"

Steve easily bench presses several hundred pounds in a gym.

"…Illness is now a thing of the past…"

Steve is at the starting line of an obstacle course. General Phillips fires the starting gun.

"…You are as fast and as strong as any human could possibly get…"

Steve sprints through tires and leaps over hurtles effortlessly.

"…The pinnacle of evolution…"

Steve jumps up the length of a wall, grabs the top ledge, and flips over it.

"…A super soldier…"

He finishes, coming to a stop next to General Phillips, but doesn't seem fatigued. The general gawks at his stop watch in amazement. "How'd I do, sir?," Steve asks.

"It's a new record," Phillips exclaims.

"You mean I beat the old camp record?"

"No,... the world record."