Shawarma. Not a nice way to patch up. But after fighting some flying aliens, anything kinda makes up for a bit of relaxation.

To cut the long story short, Tony was bone tired. New York was , well , peachy. Even if the nuke hadn't hit the city.

Tony trembled in the bed. It was just a day after the chitauri; the hellicarier was there to pick him up. Them, actually. And much to Tony's annoyance, Nick 'proposed'

the fact that the avengers living in the Stark tower would be...

'Absolutely disastrous.' Thought Tony.

He barely knew the avengers. He didn't trust Natasha, had fought with Thor on their first meeting, pretty much detested the cap, and hawkeye was a spy too. Bruce, he was willing to invite. Not like he had a choice, though.

Tony was pretty much skeptical about the moving in stuff. He liked his privacy. And he had been having panic attacks since Afghanistan. He worked himself to insanity, drunk himself to insanity, and did insane things to the point of insanity.

The first night was a blunder, in fact.

The team was tired, and Tony suggested what he wanted. Drinks.

So they came up to his bar, drank to their fancy , and didn't hesitate to fall asleep, on their respective couches. Tony, however, seasonal in this sport, drank to the point of insanity,as usual, and trudged towards his lab. Science, hell yeah. And Steve, being Steve, had taken to his new room.

He entered his lab.

"Jarvis, bring up the damage details for the suit."

A blue hologram of the suit came up to his desk, absolutely battered. The damaged parts were marked up in red.

"I have to build the helmet again." Said Tony, sighing. Cap had yanked his faceplate away like it was nothing.

A memory of the day's fight engulfed him. For the record, it was fun fighting in a team. People to talk to. To joke with. People to protect and to count on when you needed it.

Except the time in the portal.

He had been alone. Pepper hadn't picked up. The comms went offline. Tony Stark had witnessed his insignificance in the universe.

And had seen how vulnerable they were, in the universe of otherworldy beings.

Tony felt his breathe quicken.

"Sir?"

He felt himself lose his grip on reality.

Steve was woken up by an alarming sounding Jarvis, who struggled to manage his monotone and deadpans. Steve didn't like the concept of having an electronic being who could watch him while he slept. It was like communicating with god itself. And it was unnerving.

"I apologize for waking you up at this time captain, but sir needs assistance. He is on the couch of the lab."

Steve ,was naturally annoyed at this time of the day, or night. (whatever?) Really? For all Steve knew, Tony had Several bots at his disposal and could ask them for help if he needed a milkshake in the middle of the time where normal people slept.

"Jarvis..." He yawned," Just tell the overgrown baby that his Capsicle is disabled ."

"I am sorry , but its an emergency."

Steve grumbled before throwing his blanket aside and skulking towards the elevator.

Steve found the lab a revolutionary place filled with technology. He had never seen it before, but had seen Tony working with Bruce. Bruce seemed to be the only one who could deal with him.

He was startled to find it empty.

"Tony?" He called out.

And then he saw him.

Tony was hidden below his desk, trembling. He was curled up into himself, and was breathing heavily, mumbling whatnot.

A panic attack.

Okay. Steve had no idea how to deal with this. He had, with Bucky. But he barely knew Tony. Tony hate him, for a fact.

Why had Jarvis called him?

Steve slowly walked towards Tony and gently touched his forehead to take his temperature.

Tony emitted a blood curdling cry and flinched away from Steve.

"Jarvis, help me! Call the team."

"On it, captain."

Steve heard the desperation in his voice. He looked at Tony again.

"Tony you gotta calm down." Steve said, feeling like punching himself. He dealt with Bucky better. Tony, he was struggling with. And Steve wasn't sure what was causing the attack.

And why, Tony Stark, of all people, was having an attack?

Natasha ran into the lab, with the rest of the team at her heel. She cursed, as she saw Tony.

She leaned closer to him. "Tony?" She called out, softly.

Tony didn't reply. All Steve heard was his harsh breaths.

He looked at Thor, who looked as clueless as he felt. Clint, however, looked like he understood what was happening, and let Natasha take the lead.

"Sshhhh. Tony, you are home, safe in the tower." Natasha gently brought her hand around Tony's, and when she noted he didn't flinch because of the contact, she grasped Tony's shivering body and pulled him out.

Bruce watched, horrified.

"You're with the avengers, Tony listen. Snap out of it. "

The other avengers stood there confused. Bruce bent towards Natasha ."What are you doing?"

"Later."

Tony opened his eyes. They were unfocused and red. Bruce crouched and pulled him close.

And then,tears came, a finishing touché for the traumatic dream.

Steve, stood up. "Jarvis?"

"Yes sir?"

"What the hell was this?" He croaked.

"Sir was having an anxiety attack."

"Now why is that?" Clint turned his head towards Natasha.

"Later. First we get stark In his room."

Important: This story had one of the worst writing styles I have ever written, so I am revamping this. Slowly.