"Steve. Please let me in!" Nataha pounded on the door. Tony sat on the floor beside the door frame, with his head in his hands and was trying his best to not have a panic attack. "Please I would like to talk to you." She hit the door and sighed. "Come on Rogers! Work with me!"
The door opened, and Natasha quickly walked in and closed the door before Tony could come in to. Steve was sitting on the ground, leaning against the tub. Natasha sat next to him and grabbed his hand in hers.
"Do you want to stay here?" She asked.
He struggled.
"Do you and to stay with Tony?"
Steve shook his head no.
"How much pain are you in?"
"A lot." He choked out. "I feel like I'm back in Brooklyn and it feels like Bucky should be bursting through the door to get me out of this fight."
Natasha put Steve's left hand in her left, and wrapped her arm around his shoulders as best as she could.
"Do you want to stay at the compound. Maybe a different floor, and I'll stay with you? Or do you want to stay with me?"
"I think," Steve broke off into a small sob but stopped and controlled himself. "I think that I'd like to stay here with you."
"Good. And what do you want to do about Tony."
"I don't know."
"Well I thought about killing him so unless you make a decision, Rodgers…"
"No, no." He smiled a little. "I just want him to get help."
"Can I at lest kick his ass first?" Natasha smiles and laughed slightly.
"Hey, I wouldn't stop you…" Steve laughed and the looked at Nat. "Thank you."
"Of course Rogers." She smiled and pulled him into a hug. "Now let's get out of the bathroom and figure out where we are sleeping tonight and what we are going to eat because I haven't eaten this morning."
Natasha stood, and slowly Steve followed suit. She grabbed his hand, and reached toward the door.
"Wait. Nat." She turned around, and Steve was tryin to control his breathing and trying not to fall over.
"Hey relax. All we are going to do today is relax. I'm going to take you to the med bay, then we can watch movies all day and deal with all of this when you're ready."
"Okay." He said, trying to stand up straighter.
"Ready?" She asked, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
"Ready."