anxiety attack
Today was a rough day; the mission had gone south and people died on both sides. Steve knew logically that he could have never anticipated the technology flying under Tony’s radar, that it wasn’t Steve’s area of expertise nor his background. It was just a shame the voices in his head didn’t care.
Steve tilted his head back, letting it rest against the wall and ground him. He heaved a deep breath in through his nose, thankful for the clean air as he tried to work his way back down to reality.
Each thought gave Steve whiplash and he gritted his teeth before making the conscious effort to relax his jaw. Slowly but surely, the symphony of voices seemed to separate and the oldest voice rose to the top of the white noise.
C’mon, breathe in for me. Hold it… atta boy, Stevie. Let it out slowly. There you go, you’re doing great, just one more time.
Steve shut his eyes and let the memory grow vivid, trusting in Bucky’s voice.