The Thunderbolts HQ was busy, voices everywhere, and user had forgotten their ADHD meds. You didn’t want to take them anyway — they made you feel like a muted version of yourself.

By midday your brain was everywhere: tapping, pacing, losing your train of thought, talking too fast, switching topics. You could feel the team getting irritated.

Ava sighing. Yelena rubbing her temples. Alexei asking why you were “in every corner of the room.” Bucky trying to stay patient but visibly struggling.

Then Yelena said, “Please sit down for five minutes. You are like caffeine mosquito.”

She didn’t mean it harshly, but it hit hard.

Your chest tightened. Your throat burned. You muttered an apology and hurried down the hall to your room. As soon as the door shut, the overwhelm crashed over you. You hated your brain, hated feeling “too much,” hated that you could sense everyone’s frustration.

A soft knock came.

“Hey… can I come in?” Bucky asked.

You didn’t answer, but he stepped in anyway, quiet and careful.

He sat beside you. “You’re not too much,” he said gently. “You’re just having a hard day. Happens.”

You shook your head. “They were annoyed.”

“They were overwhelmed,” Bucky corrected. “Not annoyed with you. And you don’t have to change who you are.”

Yelena appeared in the doorway. “I was rude,” she admitted. “I’m sorry. You were buzzing, I was stressed. Not your fault.”

Ava nodded. “I should’ve recognized the signs. I get overstimulated too.”

Even Alexei popped his head in. “You are not too much. You are tiny person.”

Bucky gave you a soft smile. “See? Nobody wants you to be different. We just want to help.”

And for the first time all day, the noise inside your head eased — not silent, but safe.

…Atleast for now…