Marvel Oneshots

Panic Attack (Peter x R!)

Summary: Peter has a panic attack after a mission goes sideways and you are there to comfort him.

"Peter, Peter breathe!" You say, resting your hands on both of his shoulders.

An explosion had gone off in the building and he got caught under some rubble. Cap found him and pulled him out. He was hyperventilating- not only because he had gotten stuck, but because all of the earpieces went rogue and the last thing he heard was you screaming. He thought he lost you. In reality, it was only Bucky who was guiding you through the smoke-filled room. He popped out of nowhere and grabbed you by the wrist, scaring the shit out of you. The smoke and heat combined didn't go well with the earpiece.

"Peter! I'm okay and you're okay, hun. Look at me. You are safe. I am safe." You say, looking into his eyes.

He can't focus on you. It feels like he is underwater and his vision is cloudy. He wasn't listening to a word you were saying, it was like his mind was still trapped under that rubble.

Knowing that you aren't getting through to him, you scoop him up bridle style. Technically it's the knights that are supposed to carry the dames, but who gives a shit? Your best friend is struggling.

You carry him up the Quinjet and Natasha is the last one to join. The jet takes off and all of you are ready to go home.

Peter has tears running down his face.

Everyone is watching but not doing anything. Well, that's until Natasha tells everyone to get their shit together and do something. Bruce grabs an oxygen mask but you swat his hand away. He wasn't affected too badly by the smoke, he was just having a bad panic attack.

"Breathe, Peter. Focus on my voice. We're in the Quinjet now." You say.

You cross your legs and pull him into your lap, sitting him sideways so your left arm could support his back.

You pull his head to your chest, making him listen to your heartbeat. His slightly heightened senses makes it easier for him to focus just on the rhythmic pattern of your heart beating.

"Peter, come back to me. It's okay." You say, running your fingers through his hair.

"Peter can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me mkay?" You whisper.

He nods his head ever so slightly, still making little gasping and panting sounds.

"I need you to spot five things you can see." You say.

You feel his head slightly move so he can get a better look.

"..My hands.. Your shoulder.." he takes a little gasp.

"You're doing so well, keep going.." you encourage.

"Quinjet wall.. Parachute.. Quinjet window." He finishes.

"Very good. Four things you can touch." You say.

He was still crying a bit but his heavy breathing had slowed down some. The team was watching the two of you interact, amazed with your skill.

"U-Uhm... Your hand in my hair... My suit... My hand touching my other hand... Me on your lap." He says.

"Three things you can hear." You say.

He pauses a moment and starts to cry a bit louder.

"Shh shh, it's okay Peter. C'mon don't give up on me. You can do this... Three things you can hear." You repeat.

"Y-Your voice... Quinjet engine.. and.. Clint's breathing." He says.

You chuckle at the last part and Clint scoffs, taking offense to the boy's comment. Clint was sitting on the seat closest to where you and Peter were sitting on the floor of the jet.

"Two thing you smell." You say.

This time he answer more quickly, his response sounding less watery as his cries die down.

"Smoke and y-your perfume.." he replies.

"Last one- taste." You say.

"Rubble." He answers shortly.

You laugh again. Poor kid probably got a piece or two in his mouth while he was stuck.

"Good job, Peter. You feeling better?" You ask him.

"Yeah.. Just tired.. thank you." He says.

"It was no problem, Petey. I'm right here. I don't plan on leaving ya anytime soon." You say, resting your chin on the top of his head.

"H-How did you know to do that, anyway? The five things?.." He asks.

"Darling, you seriously think you're the only one that gets panic attacks? We're the Avengers, we've seen some traumatic shit. If we were known for anything other than being superheroes, we'd been known by our deteriorating mental state." You joke.

A few other Avengers who heard you laughed as well. Clint nodded his head and sighed.

"Thank you, Y/n." He says, taking his head away from your chest and looking up at you.

"Anytime, Peter." You respond with a smile.

"Oh, for the love of- will you two just kiss already?" Tony scoffs.