It is a 'regular' day for Y/N Stark. Until she figures out who Peter Parker really is. They have a fight against Thanos, a man who is trying to wipe outt the universe, will they survive?
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Panic.
Fear.
That is all I can feel. When I hear those words 'one' come out of Dr. Strange's mouth. I lose my breath. I can't move, I feel numb, scared, and angry with myself for letting me and Peter come all this way, there is no turning back. I gulp.
Holy shit.
I can feel it. A panic attack that I cannot have right now. Not now, not now. My cheeks start to go numb, as the hot tears stream down my face. My breathing increases and I can't stand. I lower myself to the ground. I pull my knees to my chest. People are talking, I can't hear them. All I can hear is my breathing. My loud breathing.
I am shaking a lot. This is one of the worst panic attacks that I have ever had. I bury my head into my knees. It doesn't stop. It won't. I feel familiar hands grab my chin. My head is being lifted up. "Breathe Y/N. It's alright." My dad. He is crouched in front of me. "Shh, we will be alright." He whispers.
I shake my head rapidly. "I'm so fucking scared, I'm so scared." My voice is shaky as I speak.
"Hey. Listen to me. We are going to win. We will win no matter what. And if we don't I will make sure that you, me, the kid, Ned and Pepper make it out alive." My dad knows my past experiences with anxiety, suidide, and self harm, so when it comes to my panic attacks he knows exactly what to do to get me to calm down. He's really serious about it as well.
I nod my head. Believing in him. I'll be okay, dad will be okay, Peter will be okay, Pepper will be okay, Ned will be okay. "I'm sorry." I whisper as I calm down.
"Don't apologize, it's a normal reaction. Stay there for a minute, collect yourself and when you are ready you can get up." He tells me then stands up. "We will leave you alone."
"Wait, Peter." I whisper, he looks at me and I motion for him to come next to me. He sits. I don't speak, I just feel his arms embrace me. He pulls me close then presses his lips onto the top of my head.
"How do you feel?" His voice barely whispers. I shrug my shoulders.
"Embarrassed. I've never had a panic attack in front of any of you except for my dad." I mutter.
