A heavily breathing drone bursts through the metal doorway of the med lab and out into the main room of the bunker. His arms are bound to his sides with a thick leather strap and the gag on his mouth hinders his panicked gasps for air. He is terrified, and for good reason too. Steve follows him out smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

He’s holding an Xbox controller and looking down at the array of buttons and nobs he gently pushes on the thumb stick causing the drone to step forward one step. Then stop. Another gentle push on the thumb stick and he takes another step. The drone looks around confused, his legs are no longer under his control and he stares down at them wondering why they don’t respond to his commands.

A metal scaffolding covers