Hello Fanfictioners! I'm back with another chapter. I am soooo sorry I haven't updated this, I have had the worst writers block! I know this is a shorter chapter, but I have been slammed with end of semester tests. I hope this is okay though.

The waters had been calm for a while after Steve's asthma attack. He had a few smaller incidents, but nothing like the first. He had taken to keeping his inhaler on him at all times in his pocket, just to be careful though. Besides that, it had been uneventful; they were just waiting for the next thing to hit.

Maybe it was something about the number 13. Maybe it really was an unlucky number, because thirteen days after his big asthma attack, Steve woke up three hours after his alarm was set to go off feeling genuinely awful. His head was swimming, it was freezing cold even under all his blankets, his stomach was churning, but worst of all was his throat. His throat felt raw, like someone went at it with sandpaper. He sighed.

"Jarvis". Oops. Nope. Talking was a mistake. Shit that hurt.

"Good morning Master Rogers. I regret to inform you that your current body temperature is one hundred and three point seven degrees. I have observed that you are unable to speak for the time being and have already notified Doctor Banner of the situation. He is currently en route. Estimated time of arrival: two minutes." Said the AI.

Steve gave a small, tired sigh, but he couldn't even manage that without a painful wince. With nothing to do, Steve closed his eyes and waited for Dr. Banner.

Like always, JARVIS was completely accurate with his estimate and in no time, Bruce was at Steve's side, gently shaking him awake. He must have fallen asleep again.

"Morning Cap," Bruce greeted, handing Steve several pills. "You've got scarlet fever. I know you probably won't want to, but you've gotta take them, but one of them is a pain killer so it should help."

Steve nodded.

After closing the blinds so that Steve could rest without the sun in his eyes, Bruce made his way to the door. "I'm going to get you some breakfast" he said before leaving.

As soon as Bruce left, Steve stared at the meds in his hand. Banner was right. He reallydidn't want to take them, but he knew he had to. With a swift move, he swallowed them. He turned over on his side and pressed his face into the pillow as they slid down his raw throat like razor blades. He wanted to get out of bed, but at the same time, he wasn't sure he could. He hadn't felt this sick since he was a kid. He just wanted to sleep, so he did.

Bruce came back into Steve's room with a plate of scrambled eggs and a mug of lemon honey tea. Both the plate and mug were dropped on the ground when Dr. Banner saw what had happened to Steve.

"JARVIS, call Tony." Bruce said as he ran over towards his friend, but it couldn't have been. Laying in the bed was a man who was wheezing and couldn't have been more than ninety pounds.

Steve woke up to Bruce and Tony leaning over him, both wearing concerned frowns. He didn't get a chance, however, to ask them why, before he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Kneeling on the floor, he heaved into the toilet.

Nearly a full ten minutes later, he ran a shaky hand over his face and noticed something wasn't right. He held his hand in front of his face, but it wasn't thick muscled hand he had grown used to. He used the sink to pull himself up so that he could look in the mirror and he saw his pre-serum self staring back at him.

The shock combined with his illness had him heaving again until he was too dizzy to sit up anymore. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was being lifted off the bathroom floor and the glow of the arc reactor next to his head as he was carried out.

I'm sorry its so short, but I'll do my very best to update much faster this time. I'll see you next update, bu for now, this is RA88 signing off with a smile. :-)