Tony had gotten kidnapped by terrorists and held captive for three months; almost died from shrapnel in his heart; AND almost died in a worm hole. And he still refused the fact that he had trauma. And to put the cherry on top, he started having anxiety attacks. Tony would dream of almost dying in that worm hole, over and over again, and he'd jolt awake in a thick sweat. Obviously, it worried you massively. Not to mention it got worse the less sleep he had. And Tony hadn't slept in almost three days now. He'd been working on a new suit prototype, but JARVIS- and you- insisted he had some sleep tonight. When Tony finally got to sleep, he had dreamt again. He was dying in space, and all he could hear was Captain America's voice echoing 'it's your fault.' Tony jolted upright, breathing heavily. He placed a hand over his heart as he tried calming himself down, but it took a while. Tony's gaze drifted to your sleeping form beside him. God, you were gorgeous, and so blissfully unaware of what was going on tonight. Tony hung his legs over the side of the bed, clasping his hands over his face as he took some deep breaths.