Avengers One-Shots

Peter/Steve - Help

Peter could feel his chest tightening as he struggled to make it through the waves of people. He couldn't find air. His head was spinning and his heart pounding. As he shoved his way out of the people, he opened the door to the balcony of Stark tower, enjoying the feel of the cold metal handle and the fresh night breeze on his face as he closed his eyes and took a much needed breath. He could already feel the tightness leaving him. He moved to the balcony as the door shut behind him and he took in the view. The city lights of New York and the barely visible shore beyond. He felt at peace out here, away from the crowds and panic and the constant need to impress everyone. Out here it was just him and the horizon. Calm and soothing. He stood there at the edge, leaning against the rail, his elbows slightly digging into it. He sighed, wishing he could feel this peaceful all the time. Like a bird floating in a breeze, nothing to bother it. No guilt, shame, embarrassment, and especially no panic. The breeze ruffled his clothes as he ran a hand through his hair that he'd tried so hard to keep down with product but with no effect. It still showed its natural curls, some falling over Peters eyes every now and then. Peter could hear the door he'd recently used open, footsteps getting closer to him as he turned to find a well-dressed Steve. It was nice to see him in something other than his Captain America suit. Steve stood there with Peter for a minute, enjoying the view before asking.
"You okay, Peter? I saw you in a hurry to leave but I didn't want to get up in your space." Peter silently thanked Steve for giving him time before coming out with him.
"Yeah, I'm okay. It was just too stuffy in there. I couldn't breathe." The soldier nodded at Peters words before replying.
"We all get that way sometimes. You just have to take a minute to pick yourself back up again." Peter stood shocked at what Steve had said. He was surprised Steve felt the same way he did. He'd only met the man recently and didn't really know much about him, other than the man had lost the love of his life when he was stuck in the ice and woke up seventy years later. Plus he'd figured out his best friend he'd thought was dead was alive. Again. That had to be tough.
"Thanks, Steve." Peter told the older man looking over at him, giving him a slight smile. The soldier returned it and the two looked out at the horizon a few minutes more.
"Think you can go back in now?" Peter nodded at the question as the two superheroes retreated back inside, chatting the rest of the evening. They both felt calmer around each other than anyone else. They felt safe.
Finished! Hope you enjoyed. This story came to me while listening to the song above and I just started typing. New chapter up soon! xxx