Trigger Warning: Panic Attack

They had lost. They had lost big time. Like, universe altering, how could they possibly fix this, lost.

And Bucky… Steve had just got him back. Really hot him back. His Bucky, not the weapon Hydra had turned him into. And now he was again. Turned to dust right in front of his eyes.

"Steve." That was the last thing Bucky said. His name.

Steve groaned and then threw back the covers in frustration. He couldn't sleep. How could he? How could he sleep when…

Steve shook his head and walked out of his room and headed down to the kitchen. He was glad they had chosen not to stay in Wakanda.

Okoyo's offer had been kind, but those of them that were left had needed to return home. They needed to figure out what was going on. They needed to find out what had happened to the others: Tony, Fury, Clint and his family.

Steve filled a glass with water, drinking it slowly. He could feel his heart starting to race and tried to calm himself.

Steve leaned back against the counter, his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest and the walls felt like they were closing in around him.

He slid down to the floor, the handle of one of cabinets digging painfully into his back, but Steve hardly noticed. A pressure on his chest was stopping him from breathing properly.

"Steve."

The super soldier startled at the sound of his name, and he felt hands on his face.

"Steve, breathe," the voice said softly, "In and out, nice and easy. That's it, you're safe."

He struggled to listen at first, his breathing coming in desperate gasps, but as the voice continue to coach him, he gradually managed to slow his breathing

As it evened out and some of the pressure eased off, Steve realized the voice belonged to Natasha, who was now seated cross legged in front of him.

"That's it," she said softly, "Just like that. Nice and easy. You're okay, you're safe."

"I'm sorry," Steve croaked, his face burning.

"Don't," Tasha shook her head, "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I should-"

"What? Be strong all the time? Not feel the impact of all this?" Natasha said sarcastically, "Even Captain America is allowed to have a panic attack Steve."

Steve chuckled lowly and closed his eyes.

"I used to get them all the time, even before the war," he admitted, "Bucky used to help me through them. After the ice… I just learned to deal with it. Not very well, but…"

Natasha stared at him for a moment before taking his hands in hers and squeezing comfortingly.

"I'm sorry," she said, "About Bucky."

Steve looked down, clearing his throat, but not saying anything.

"We're gonna figure this out, Steve," Natasha said. Her voice was confident, but Steve could detect a slight waiver.

"We're gonna get them back," she went on, "We have to."

Steve finally looked at her and squeezed her hands back.

"We have to," he nodded. "Thanks Tash."

She shifted around to sit beside him, leaning against the cupboards.

"Anytime soldier," she murmured, leaning her head back. "Anytime."