The song rang from the twin speakers built into Anna's room at Avengers tower.

"My ship went down in a sea of sound, when I woke up alone I had everything. A handful of moments I wish I could change and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade."

It was uncanny how much she could relate to the song. Completing her morning routine, Anna sang along softly, attempting to distract herself from the pain. Just thinking that Steve could potentially never wake up was enough to throw her into a spiral of tears.

Anna was cleaning up around the tower at about 1 in the afternoon when she wandered into Steve's room. Steve and her had spent many nights cuddled up underneath warm blankets, limbs intertwined with one another with Anna held safely in his arms. She found a picture of Steve in uniform, post serum, and she smiled lightly at the photo. He was so strong, tall, and confident. Now he lay in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines, monitoring his every breath and brain pattern, just on the verge of death. Surrounded by today's uncertainty she tucked the photo in her jacket pocket and put on her shoes. She walked out the door, and walked down the streets of New York.

Returning to her roots, she found the corner by the bank where she would camp out for days- years ago. Anna remembered the days when dumpster diving was her way of life.  The days where she spent evenings making "love" to faceless men in order to make ends meet. That was, until they found her. HYDRA. She was brought to a home one night, just like another one-night stand. Anna went through the regular script through her head. He would take her home in his posh car, walk her inside, compliment Anna on her outfit, offer her a glass of wine- which she would politely refuse. And just like all the other nights he would walk over to her, kiss her, and walk her to the bedroom where pictures of his family would be on nightsands or hanging on walls. Anna always thought nothing of this. It would be just like all the other men where she would fake her enthusiasm, let him finish and escape after he fell asleep, holding her stack of bills. But no, he walked her inside, paused to hang up his suit jacket...or so she thought. Holding a knife to her throat and a rag over her nose and mouth. Anna breathed in the thick air as her vision began to go black. When she woke she was tied down to a chair in a dark room. They pushed needle upon needle into her flesh, filled with who knows what. She came out of that dark room with what appeared to be strikes of lightning decorating her arms and legs.  Anna was an abnormality, a statistic, a reject. Shaking her head away from the horrid flashbacks, she sat down at the corner, huddled away from the wind and public view. Anna sat her backpack down beside her and put in her headphones. She closed her eyes, listened to the music, and focused on the words.

No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, Steve would still be laying in a hospital bed at the end of the day, hooked up to beeping machines, pumping oxygen into his body. Shaking the ugly visions out of her head, she stood and walked back to the hospital.

She signed in at the guest desk, where the kind woman handed her a bracelet identifying Anna as a guest. A guest. She wasn't ever supposed to be here; Steve wasn't either. The super serum didn't prevent comas, it didn't prevent brain injuries either. Anna walked down the clinical smelling hallways with her head angled towards the ground. Everything was clean...too clean. Hospitals always gave her the chills; there was something about them that was unsettling. When Anna walked into the room, the doctors and nurses were all surrounding him. Despite the clicking of her sneakers on the tile floor, the medical team was unaware of her presence.

Anna spoke up and said, "Excuse me...is he alright...?"

Doubt and concern pulled at her vocal cords. One of the nurses walked over to her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. However, Anna wasn't comforted by it at all. She politely pulled the hand down and looked up at her.

The nurse had a kind face- one you would expect for her profession.  She had brown eyes and deep brown hair. Such a deep brown that reminded Anna of espresso.

"Sweetie..."

Anna cut her off, "Anna Fisher. I'm his girlfriend. I just need to know of he's okay."

The nurse responded hesitantly, to the onlooking eye you could sense her discomfort.

"Yes...Miss Fisher....Mr. Rogers will be alright...."

"I know he will be...but is he now?"

Anna looked over to the bruised and cut form lying in the hospital bed. His cuts and lacerations have been treated, cleaned and bandaged. That one glance answered her question: no, he wasn't okay now. Anna couldn't pull her eyes away from him. It was a Steve Anna wasn't used to seeing; one she had never seen before. There had been one occasion, an occasion where Anna tended to a wound of his for a few days, but he healed quickly. Faster than a normal human, once again due to the super serum.

The nurse spoke to her, but nothing she said made sense. Anna also didn't want or need to hear it.