Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots, etc.

Tony Stark- Anxiety Attack (c)

You pressed your back against the wall, resting your hands by your side attempting to dig your nails into the paint. Small specks of the off white coloured paint chipped under your roughly bitten nails.

Breath struggled into your lungs as your heart pounded against your chest. Your head felt light and the room seemed as though it was spinning. Nothing made sense. Nothing seemed real. Thoughts rolled through your mind quickly leaving little room to actually be thought about.

Your knees quaked, as your skin shone with a layer of sweat. Breathing uneasy, you attempted to calm yourself down but it didn't help you at all, if anything you became more worked up.

Sliding your back down the wall, you curled your knees up to your chest, trying to become as small as possible.

There was nothing you could do to make yourself feel better, so you sat there with tears falling down your cheeks.

All of a sudden the door opened revealing your boss, and at a test he was maybe clarified as a friend.

"Y/N?" He questioned looking down at you.

He switched on the light, therefore being able to see your sobbing form a lot clearer than he had due to the darkened room.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He asked frantically kneeling down in front of you.

Unable to form any real words, you shook your head frantically.

"What is it? You can tell me," He smiled sympathetically holding onto your hands.

Still actual words could not be trusted to form on your lips. They would only escape as strangled cries.

You pulled your hand out of Tony's using one finger to rest on the back of his hand. You traced the letter A repeatedly whilst his face contorted into confusion.

"A?" He asked.

Then you went onto the N and the X with him saying the letter each time.

"Anx?" He muttered, "Anxiety?"

You nodded.

"You're having an anxiety attack?" He asked.

Once again you nodded.

He let out a soft sigh.

"Thank God. I know how to help this," He smiled.

He moved from his knees, so that he was sat down in front of you.

"Sit up straight," he stated.

Really you wanted to question him, but not really having much choice and wanting to stop how you felt so you did as you were told.

"Good. Now breathe in through your nose slowly and hold it there for a moment before breathing out through your mouth slowly," He smiled softly.

You did as you were told, slowly breathing in and out attempting to copy his rate of breathing. As you did so your heart rate decreased and overall you became calmer.

Soon he settled his breathing to normal and smiled at you as you seemed to relax.

"Better?" He smiled.

"Thank you," You whispered.

"You're welcome. If you ever feel like that again, just slow down your breathing or go on a walk. It helps believe me. But you can always come to me if you need help. I know what it's like Y/N," He said softly.

"You have anxiety?" You questioned.

He nodded as he stood up pulling you up to your feet.

"Yeah. Since the battle of New York, I've struggled with it. No one really knows, I keep it on the down low. But you need to know you aren't on your own. I know what you are going through, well I don't know your triggers or why but I can understand the anxiety attacks. It may not be much but I can help in any way I can," He smiled.

"Since when have you been so nice?" You questioned.

"Remember I am your boss," He chuckled, "And also remember that, because if you need a minute to calm down or take a moment out, I'll understand why."

"Thank you."

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Written by Charlotte Stemp.