Grabbing her was perhaps one of the worst things Steve could have done. The terror that rose up in her made her entire body shake, and her legs lost the strength to keep her standing. And she was crying again, sobs tearing themselves out of her throat even as she instinctively tried to stop them. Too much crying was bad, they didn't like it unless it was by their design.

Rogue couldn't stop though. She cried and gave in to the pain and fear, but she didn't fight him. Fighting them meant they would hurt someone and make her watch. They would make her listen to the screams of children and tell her it was her fault, that all she had to do was cooperate and it would stop. It was a lie, she'd always known it, but what choice did she have?

"Please, please don't," she begged the Steve that wasn't Steve. "I'll do what you want. Please. Please don't make me. Please."