Tony

You had PTSD and long story short it wasn't a minor case. You would wake up screaming from a nightmare or have panic attacks or stopped breathing when you got overwhelmed. Right now you were being swamped with work and to top it off tony was down in his lab somewhere working on other suit.

You looked through your emails and saw one email that caught you eyes, because it mentioned your best friends name;

(Y/F/N) has been hit and killed in a terrible hit and run accident...

Your body seized up and it felt like your lungs weren't expanding anymore, could this actually be happening?. You didn't have the time to process they were dead? Didn't you see them just yesterday?

You didn't notice you stopped breathing until Tony walked up the stairs and found you shaking like a leaf with your laptop abandoned next to you. You struggled to get a grip on reality and tears poured over your eyelids.

"(Y/N), I need you to breathe for me baby, can you do that?" Tony asked calmly and you shook your head. You didn't know how? You lungs weren't working! "It's easy, just one deep breathe in, and one out."

You inhaled a tiny breath of air and tony continued to kneel in front of you, with one hand clutching yours tightly with fear and desperation in his expression.

"Thats it, one out." You exhaled and you remembered what happened previously. Your eyes flicked towards the laptop and so did Tonys, he read the email and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry." He said and wrapped both arms around you. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

Bruce

Your anxiety had gotten worse and the tiniest things would leave you in a crying mess on the floor. Today shield had assigned you to complete a practical test that started at 4. It was currently 2 and you were nervous beyond your normal range.

What if you did something wrong and you got fired? What if you failed? What if Fury was there?

Too many negative thoughts bounced around you head and you tried to calm yourself by taking a short walk, wherever your legs took you but before you even finished you found a small room and started to shake.

After shaking came crying and normally after crying came-

"(Y/N)?" Oh crap. Bruce had seen you. He did know about your anxiety but thought you had it under lock and key but this obviously wasn't the case.

"Can you take a deep breath for me?" He asked and your teeth began to chatter from your crying but you tried to take deep breaths.

"It's okay, I've got you, it's okay." He whispered and took your hand in his.

Thor

Thunder and lightning scared the absolute crap out of you, and combine that with the fact you were home alone only made matters worse. The wind howled outside and your lights flickered out leaving you in dead silence and a pitch black room.

Lightning flashed through the room and you heard the front door creak open just as a booming strike of thunder was heard. The suspense got to you and tears built up in your eyes, leaving you to navigate the house for your murderer whilst crying.

"Lady (Y/N)!" Thor boomed from behind you and you screamed, jumping into him and letting him catch your small frame. "What's wrong?"

You were too embarrassed to tell your boyfriend you were scared of storms, basically what he was known for because you didn't want to disappoint him.

"Please tell me." You knew he would persist until you finally gave in, so you have in sooner rather then later.

"I'm scared of storms." You mumbled and Thor made a tiny plait in your hair, then proceeded to plait the rest.

"I'll keep you company (Y/n), we'll be fine."

Clint

Nightmares plagued your sleep most nights. Being an assassin didn't help your sleepless nights and tonight was one of those.

You closed your eyes for a second. And suddenly you were transported to dream world, where the monsters awaited you. Things that you were scared of the most decided to appear and make you scream during your sleep.

"(Y/N)," Clint mumbled and rubbed his sleep filled eyes, "wake up you're having a nightmare."

You shot awake in bed, feeling like you just exited a horror movie and tears trickled down your face like a stream of water.

Clint just hugged you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, promising he wouldn't let the monsters get you. Promising that he would protect you from the scary people. And you fell asleep thinking about these promises.

Loki

You were having terrible mood swings from your monthly sacrifice to Satan, and your emotions were all over the place. Add in a movie like my sister's keeper and you were gone.

Sobbing like a baby you turned to Loki who was looking at you with mild amusement. You sobbed into a pillow from your couch and felt a cold hand on your back, rubbing circles into your skin.

"It's okay (Y/N)."

(Sorry it's short)

Bucky

You got shot and the pain was just too much for you. Tracks of tears looked like they were engraved in your face as you cried out for help, but you knew the closet help was miles away.

I guess this is how it ends

That thought echoed through your mind and you gritted your teeth as a fresh wave of pain crashed through your chest.

"Here she is." A rough voice called and you shook in fear, you were going to die and leave Bucky by himself. You promised him. Promised you would only go places he could follow and this was the one place you didn't want him to follow.

"Hello, sweetheart." Garret laughed and you cringed as his booted foot came down on your chest. It made you scream so loud and long that even your torturer flinched at the pain you were experiencing.

"Now I'm not that inhumane darlin'." He mentioned and leant down to pull a pistol out of the holster that was strapped to your hip. You began to feel dizzy and the pool of blood you were in became more and more prominent, "don't fear death, fear hydra."

Your eyes fluttered shut almost as if you expected a gunshot to the face. For a few seconds nothing happened, but then the pressure on your chest was released and you could kind of breathe again.

"Don't touch her." Bucky spat and you opened your eyes weakly to see him standing in front of your weak body. Defending you to your last breath.

"She's already dead, Winter." Garret laughed and you saw the black dots crossing your vision and knew you weren't that far away from death.

A gunshot was heard and Garret didn't speak again, instead you hear Buckys desperate whimpers and pleas for you to open your eyes.

Steve

Anger. Anger was the main reason why you were crying and the tears didn't seem to stop from pouring down your face. Why did this have to happen to you? Why did your sister have to die when there are thousands upon thousands of others it could have happened to you. The thought made you let out another heart-wrenching sob and you fisted your hands in your hair.

"Baby, I'm home!" Steve called in a cheery tone from the living room and you heard his heavy footsteps walking towards you were you sat in the kitchen, sobbing on the floor behind the kitchen bench.

"(Y/N)" Steve whispered and gathered you up into his strong, muscular arms. He probably didn't understand why you were crying because he hadn't heard the news yet, "What's wrong?"

"It's (Y/S/N)," you sobbed and your words were muffled because of your face being pressed into his shoulder, "They took her into surgery a-and-"

"It's okay," Steve mumbled and rubbed your back soothingly. You felt yourself being pulled onto his lap and his hand stroked your hair, you pulled away from his chest and he didn't seem to care that your face was puffy from crying and your eyes were rimmed with red.

This thumb wiped away a few tears from your face and you leant into his hand, feeling comfort and a little bit of hope. A few more tears cascaded down your face and he cupped the back of your head and you put your face into the crook of his neck.

"It's going to be okay (Y/N). I'm here, it's okay."