The elevator doors opened and Steve rushed out carrying four pizzas. He wheezed lightly. Steve quickly set the pizzas down on the table and walked to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of water and drank as fast as he could.
"Steve? You okay?" Clint walked up behind Steve and put one hand on the small of his back. Steve flinched and hit his knee on the stool. Steve grabbed his knee. It felt like someone had hit him with a bowling ball. His wheezing got louder.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Steve bit his list and turned to the team. "I got a call, and I have to be at a meeting early tomorrow."
"Steve it's only 7." Nat stood up and walked to Steve.
"Yeah, well I am super tired anyway." Steve limped toward the elevator. He pressed the button, and limped on the elevator, trying to not bare weight on his knee.
"You know what, I'll walk with you. I have a question for you anyway." Clint got on the elevator before Steve could protest. "Steve, I know." Steve's wheezing stopped momentarily.
"Know what? I don't know what you're talking about. Why did you even come?"
"Steve, I know. About Tony." The elevator stopped and Clint followed Steve out. Steve scrunched his eyes together to get rid of the tears.
"I thought everyone on the team knew that we were dating?" Steve tried to go faster to his room, but he put too much weight on his knee and collapsed.
"I know he did this to you. He injected you with whatever that thing was."
"I don't know what you mean." Steve whinced when he pulled himself off the ground.
"Yes you do." Clint grabbed Steve's arm. Steve immediately froze, but Clint walked around to face him. "Tony hits you. I saw what happened in the lab I had Friday pull up the video for me. I heard the sound from when Tony shoved you." Steve shook his head.
"You're wrong."
"What else does he do?"
"You don't know what you're talking about. Tony loves me, I'm just not good enough for him. All I have is Tony. And he does so much for me I could never even repay him. Of all the people out there, he choose me and he shouldn't have. I'm worthless so I need to do everything in my power to keep him, even if that means giving up my power!"
Steve shoved past Clint who was stunned.
"I'm getting Nat."
"No don't get Nat."
"Why not?"
"Beca-" Steve was cut off by a harsh cough. "Nat doesn't need-" another cough, "to be- bothered." By the end of the sentence, Steve was coughing loudly.
"Steve? What's wrong?" Clint walked into Steve's room, and was surprised by how loud the wheezing was. "Is that you?"
Steve nodded his head yes.
"Friday what's going on?"
"Captain Rogers is having an asthma attack."
"Shit. What do I do?"
"There is a rescue inhaler in the med bay."
"Steve, I'll be right back keep breathing. Okay? Right back." Clint ran out the door as Steve sat on the bed. In his head he counted out the beats to breathe in on, hold, and breathe out on as best as he could. It'd been a long time since he'd had an asthma attack.