The only thing Steve could do was stare at her. He was, by nature and reputation, a man of action. A man who saw a disaster and ran toward it while everyone else ran away. He was a fighter, a soldier, a captain. It was his job to be those things, but when he saw Toni lying on the ground like that, he froze. He couldn't do anything. It was almost embarrassing.

"Miscalculation?" He asked, eyes widening in shock when she got up and he saw the extent of her injuries. He felt a little faint. What had she been doing to herself? Why hadn't he noticed?

"Toni," his voice was hard, and he sure his face was too. "You need to stop."