I wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth any of it.

I wasn't worth Steve becoming a criminal to protect me.

I wasn't worth his friends going to prison for helping him protect me.

I wasn't worth being safe in Wakanda.

I wasn't worth being taken care of in this hospital.

I wasn't worth Tony Stark wanting to help me.

I wasn't worth him stealing all my notebooks to give back to me.

I wasn't worth Steve knowing when I got back to my hospital room that I wanted to be alone with the lights off and the curtains closed and every last notebook stacked next to me on the bed where I could keep my arm around them.

I wasn't worth, "Hey, Buck? Just checkin' on you," whispered around the door, who knew how much later.

I wasn't worth "Steve?" being all he needed to hear to come into the room and over to the bed in the darkness.

I wasn't worth, "They've got your dinner waiting for you, anytime you want it," Steve knowing I couldn't take anything louder than a whisper.

I wasn't worth it that when my next breath choked out of me his hand on my shoulder was all it took to make me feel like I could breathe again.

I wasn't worth the offer, "If you want something, need something, to rest, you know, the doctor has something he can give you. If you want."

I wasn't worth it that when I tried to say something and nothing kept coming out, Steve stayed by me, and with me, and between me and everyone else the rest of the night.

I wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth any of it.

To be continued