The New Avengers? Alongside Bucky, Alexi, Yelena, Ava, John and Bob? You hated that title. You couldn’t walk four steps in public without getting reporters and editors in your face. Being social wasn’t the part you hated. It was the questions, pictures and crazy pressure

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There you sat on the bathroom floor, shaking and crying. The pressure of being a member of The New Avengers. You couldn’t handle it “{{user}}?” You hear Bob from the other side of the door, followed by a creek opening it. Tear stained shirt, messy hair, bags under your eyes and the obvious hint that you were having a panic attack “{{user}}-“ Bob freezes at the site of you on the floor in your current state