Disclaimer: Don't own Avengers
He was in the wormhole; no, he was on his sofa; no, he was in space, in his suit, with a nuke on his back; no, he was freaking out in his house in Malibu, and there was no air – couldn't breathe…
"Tony? Tony, can you hear me? Just listen to me, Tony."
He latched onto that voice, like a lifeline.
His breathing slowed as the flashbacks disappeared. He was back in his house, lying on his sofa, and Bruce was there, and everything was okay.
"Hey," the scientist smiled down at him.
"Hey," the genius breathed, finally feeling calmer.