Peter parker & Avengers// One shots

Shaking// Tony

⚠️anxiety, panic attack, past mentions of rape(brief no detail), psychosomatic stutter caused by anxiety (I don't know if that could be a trigger for someone but I don't want to hurt anyone in case it is, Steven rogers (don't think I need to explain that one)⚠️

Three weeks and two days, his anxiety has been at peak for three weeks and two days. The last thing he needs right now it a 'reunion' with the recently pardoned avengers, or rogues. 

Still, no matter how much he begs the universe for fury to call it off. He's still being forced to get ready, Friday and Jarvis telling him it'll be fine.

"No it won't J, I can't see them. I-he- Steve left me there to die I can't do this-" he was struggling to get his breathing in check.

"Sir, please take a seat and place your head between your knees it should help you calm"

Tony did exactly what Jarvis suggested and focused intently on making sure his lungs constricted and inflated evenly.

When he felt it was ready he stood on shaking and unstable legs. Forcing one foot in front of the other until he made it to the jet that would take him to the helipad. He had wanted to take his suit, but Fury said he didn't want there to be any possibility of him 'calling the suit so he can try and beat Rogers ass'. Which in all honesty he probably would have, but now he couldn't. The guy was almost double his height, he made his ego shrink and his anxiety grow.

He couldn't focus on that now though, he had to reconcile with the very people who made his life hell.

The seat of the jet was uncomfortable, the cushion soft but the destination to which it was taking him, horrible. He tried to use the hum of the engine to calm himself once again, but found it harder as his leg started bouncing up and down.

By the time they made it to the helipad he was a jittery mess, he stuttered out a thank you to the pilot and copilot, which shocked them. His steps were forcefully strong and steady while he walked across the main deck. Once he reached the halls he allowed his posture to reflect his feelings. His fingers tapped nervously against his pant legs, tripping over his feet every few steps. His breathing nearing sporadic, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't turn around and leave because he didn't have the suit, damn it fury that's probably exactly why you didn't want me to bring the suit.

He stopped outside of the doorway to the conference room. He took a moment to collect himself before wrapping his hand around the cold metal and opening the door. Holding back a flinch when it made a loud squealing noise.

Of course fury couldn't have let him come early, of course he had to be the last one to walk in. Of course their eyes were all on him and of course his palms started to sweat. Just a short meeting, Fury's words on repeat. He was starting to doubt them.

"Thank you for joining us Stark, now let's begin" Fury greeted, before gesturing to an empty seat apart from the others. Thank god, "as I'm sure you know the previous 'rogues' have been pardoned. What I need from you now is hospitality-"

Tony's breath bitched in his throat, if this was going the way he thought it was going... he didn't want it to. The panic attack he'd been holding off for three weeks and two days would hit him at full force.

"You will allow these people to reside in your tower under strict but understandable rules. One they are not to leave the tower before notifying you first. Two they are not to invite anyone in the tower without strict orders from me or you. Three, they must stick to the floors you assign them. Got it?"

"Uh-um y-yeah I got, um I got it" he cursed himself for the obvious stutter but he couldn't help it, adrenaline was crawling under his skin telling him to get up and run but he couldn't.