Ned sat in his small, cold cell. He was fairly certain that he had every form of cold-related sickness. His head felt clogged and heavy, and he was sure he was running a high fever. He sat up a little straighter though when he heard foot steps coming down the hall towards him, he listened carefully dread filling him as he heard the thick accents of his captors.

"Kid could you useful. Good with computers." One voiced came, slightly muffled by the thick door that separated them.

Ned strained his ears, listening as intently as he could, his heart pounding as they referred to him.

"We cannot trust him. He is connected to those two avengers who paid us a visit." Another voice replied.

Ned's head whipped up. They were looking for him. They had been here!

"He can be persuaded." The first voice countered. "Have our agents in America find out as much about him as they can, compile a file against our friend here."

Ned breathed heavily, heart still pounding as the footsteps walked past his door. He sat, frozen on the spot, trying to figure out how he would avoid working for his captors.

The Quin jet shot across the skies towards New York, but despite it's great speed, it would still take several hours. Those were hours Peter feared Cap did not have, the man was actually grey and sweating profusely, groaning loudly in his unconscious state.

Peter breathed heavily, not sure who to call. He couldn't call Mr. Stark, and he knew that Dr. Banner was currently unavailable, out of phone range in remote India. Finally, a name popped into his head. Helen Cho. He had only met her once or twice before, but he remembered that even Mr. Stark was impressed by her intellect and medical abilities.

"Friday, call Helen Cho." He commanded, still looking at the control panel as he did so.

"Peter, I would recommend calling Mr. Stark." Friday offered instead.

"Friday. Call Helen Cho." He ordered again, looking down at the large man whimpering in pain on the quin jet floor.

The call began to ring, Peter could see the image of him sitting next to the unconscious captain in the small screen in the corner.

It rung twice more, each time sending a spike of anxiety into Peter's heart.

"Come on." He whispered anxiously.

Finally, Dr Cho's face popped up onto screen, not looking at who appeared on the other end, obviously distracted by something else on the other side of the phone.

"Tony, if you're calling to see if you can play match maker again with any more of my employees, I will block your number. I don't need any more messy break ups on my hands." She said seriously.

Peter remained silent, not sure how to respond to her. The lack of response got her attention, and she looked down at the screen, her eyes widening when she saw Peter crouched near the obviously sick Steve.

"Peter! Sorry. Tony's name came up as the contact. What's happened?" She asked quickly.

"I, uh. Um, they stabbed him with a needle." He offered.

"Do you know what was in the needle, Peter?" She pressed.

He shook his head.

"Please, Dr Cho. I'm going to Stark tower now. Can you meet us there?" He begged. "I-I'm not sure if he'll make it."

Dr Cho nodded.

"I'm on my way right now. But Peter, listen carefully. If he's been out as long as I think he has, you need to roll him on his side and make sure his airways are clear. Can you do it now so I am sure it's done?"

Peter gave her a small nod, then turned the captain on his side, he lowered his ear to the man's mouth and heard a clear breath.

"Now what?" He asked fretfully.

"Do you know how to do CPR?" Dr Cho asked, the screen showing her walking out of her building and into her car.

"Uh-yeah. I learnt it at school."

"Great. If he stops breathing, perform CPR. Call me again if that happens. How far out form the tower are you?"

"Um – Fri?"

'One hour and seventeen minutes." Friday responded.

"Okay, I'll see you then Peter." Dr Cho said, ending the call as she started her engine.

Peter spent the remainder of the flight seated on the floor next to cap, listening carefully to the man's breathing. The seconds struggling to pass by as he stared at the dying man on the floor next to him.

Finally, after an eternity, the plane landed gently at Stark tower, and was pulled into the hanger. The doors slowly opened, revealing a medical teaming rushing forward to meet them, led by Dr Cho herself.

Peter watched on as the team rolled cap onto a back brace and strapped a neck brace around him, before slipping him onto the stretcher and rushing out of the room. He followed behind, awkwardly, unsure as to how he could help. Dr Cho seemed to sense him there. She turned and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay Peter? You look a little bruised up yourself." She asked softly, taking in his bruised right cheek and black eye.

"Oh, no. I'm fine. I'll just sleep this off." He responded quickly, already feeling a heavy weariness fall on him.

"Do you need something to help you sleep?" She asked, "That's a pretty traumatic thing you went through. I'll understand if you do."

Peter shook his head.

"I'm okay. Really."

She nodded, then turned and hurried out of the room.

Helen looked down at the sick man in the bed, if her memory was correct, last time Steve had lain in this bed, his feet had nearly hung off the end. She observed now that his feet were a good inch and a half from the end of the bed, she also saw that his muscles were significantly smaller than her memory of them.

Pulling out a syringe of her own, she drew a blood sample and immediately walked over to the bio lab that Stark had built for Dr Banner many years ago. A small theory was coming to mind, it was beyond ridiculous, but she was not a stupid woman, many far more ridiculous things had happened in the world!

She waved one of her personal interns over.

"Get me Steve Rogers' file, I want a hard copy. Both pre and post serum. Also, can you please sure his height and the diameter of his biceps and report back to me asap." She directed, the intern gave her an odd look, but hurried off to do her bidding.

She walked over to the bench that she usually worked at when she was here, a top of the line microscope and computer, both switched on and waiting for her.

"Friday, find a blood sample of Steve Rogers pre-serum." She said to the A.I as she placed a small sample of the blood on a small petri dish and sliding it under the micro scope. She looked at it curiously.

"Images on the screen, Dr Cho." Friday informed her,

Dr Cho looked up at the screen. The blood work was consistent with the era he had grown up in, though, it showed signs of high blood pressure. She would know more when she saw his file.

"Friday, an image of post serum blood. Place both images next to each other."

The image popped onto the screen. Perfectly healthy.

"Take an image of the current blood work and place it next to the post-serum image." She muttered, a little afraid that her theory was in-fact correct. The image popped up, she frowned further.

"I've got the files here.' The intern said, starling her a little.

She turned and grabbed them out of the young man's hands.

"You do the measurements?"

"Yes, ma'am. I wrote them down, they're in the patient file."

She nodded her thanks and read the notes. She couldn't believe it. It was medically impossible! Steve Rogers was returning to his pre-serum body and all of the horrible ailments that had accompanied him then, were soon to follow.