After stepping into the elevator, Wanda asked JARVIS to bring them to her personal floor, hoping Y/N would feel more comfortable there, than on their own. JARVIS dutifully complied, and they were now walking down to her bedroom.

Leaning into the bedroom door, Wanda pushed it open, all the while Y/N leant against her for some much needed support. Wanda guided her partner to sit down on the bed, before rummaging through her draws in search of some spare pyjamas. This was not a difficult task; as each of their rooms contained at least a few of the other's items of clothes. After finding a pair and helping Y/N into them, she laid them down and conjured some soothing red tendrils in hopes of giving Y/N a peaceful sleep. As they drifted off, Wanda stood and walked back to the door. She looked back, smiled, and then headed out back downstairs.

~~~~~

The soft, but distinct elevator ping brought the groups' attention away from their discussion, to Wanda, who was now walking across the Common Room towards them.

Tony stood first, "How are they?"

"Tired." She said simply, sitting down on the ottoman opposite Tony.

Tony resumed his spot on the couch, silent for a few moments, "Do you know what their nightmare was about?"

"Fear, fear of HYDRA. Fear of his Dad." She paused, sighing. "Fear of us."

The room was silent again, before Clint asked, "Why us?".

"Trust. HYDRA manipulates the truth, eventually you don't trust anything, because anything could be a lie." Wanda answered.

"So, trust issues, and a terrible Father?" Steve asked.

"I'd imagine it goes deeper than that." Tony replied. "It's not really my area though." He finished looking down.

"How do we help then?" Pepper questioned, from her spot next to Tony.

"It may not be Tony's area, or Bruce's, but it's Sam's. Maybe he'd be able to help." Natasha suggested, which was met by murmurings of agreement from the group.

"Bucky's next check in is tomorrow, he could speak to Y/N then." Steve supplied.

"Thank you, all." Wanda said.

"Y/N's our friend, as far I'm concerned they're part of the Team." Steve said. "We help our own."

~~~~~

Y/N awoke gradually, not with a sudden start, as had begun the norm recently. Turning over, Y/N smiled to see Wanda sleeping beside them. After a few minutes she woke too, Y/N smiled.

"Hey."

She smiled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Sleep well?"

"Yeah I did actually, thanks for that."

"Anytime."

"...sorry about yesterday."

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Do I need to apologise to them?"

"Why would you need to? We talked last night, Sam's coming in to talk with you. I think James might as well."

"Why?"

"Because they want to help, you're part of the team."

"No I'm no-"

Wanda shifted and kissed Y/N, "Yes you are. Now get up, I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too."

"But your bed's comfy." Y/N whined, drawing out the 'y'.

Wanda pushed Y/N lightly and chuckled. "Pretty sure we all have the same mattress."

"But I'm warm." Y/N replied snuggling closer into Wanda.

She laughed, "So am I, Y/N, but I am also hungry."

"Fine." Y/N said as he sat up, "Shower?"

Wanda nodded, before pulling Y/N up, and into the bathroom.

~~~~~

Steve, Sam and Y/N sat in the living room area of the Common Room. Steve and Sam sat on the couch, with Y/N sitting in Howard Stark's armchair, which had been moved to face the couch. Each of them cradled a mug of Hot Chocolate, courtesy of Natasha. After some introductions, Steve left the other two to talk.

"Thanks for coming here, Mr Wilson."

"Sam is fine Y/N, and thank you for agreeing to talk with me. Seeking out and agreeing to help, is the first, most important step forward."

Y/N just nodded, taking a sip from his mug. Sam continued.

"Now, Steve's given me a basic overview. But I want to hear your version."

So Y/N told him, recounting HYDRA's invasion of the Tower, their capture, how they were tortured for information about the Avengers, and about their panic attacks and nightmares. All the while Sam was nodding along. But Y/N kept going, talking about their upbringing: the anxiety they'd been diagnosed with in their late teens and the Dad who was always hard on them.

After Y/N had finished and wiped away some tears that had forced themselves through, Sam spoke.

"Thanks for sharing that with me Y/N, how would you feel about meeting up once a week?"

"That would be great, but I thought you only did war veterans?"

"The majority of my clients are, but I have others who aren't. Is that a yes?"

"Yes, I'd really like that." Y/N agreed, finishing the last of their drink.

"Great, I'll see you... same time next week?"

"Yep, see you then Sam, and thanks."

Just as Sam was leaving, Steve came back in. "I hope I'm not interrupting but I've got Bucky on the phone for you Y/N, if you're interested?"

"We just finished and yeah, I'd like to talk to him." Y/N said, as Steve handed his phone over.

"I didn't know how to switch it to the face projection thingy, Tony did show me."

"You just press the button with the old school film camera on it." Y/N pressed the button, allowing Bucky's face to project from the phone. He was sitting down at a desk, in a large, modern looking room. A huge window behind him showed off the other parts of the Wakandan Palace, in all its glory.

"Hello, Mr Barnes."

Bucky let out a gruff laugh, "Bucky is fine kid, Mr Barnes makes me sound like a teacher. Anyway, you must be the Y/N L/N I've heard so much about."

"Really?"

"Really, Stevie talks about you a lot, how you're always helping him with new technology. How you help repair the Avengers' equipment after missions."

"I'm not an Avenger, so I try to help in any way I can."

"Don't sell yourself short kid, Stevie tells me you're smarter than Stark, just because you're not an Avenger, doesn't mean you're not instrumental to the Team."

Y/N and Bucky carried on talking, about how Bucky's Advanced Cognitive Restructuring (ACR) was going and how Y/N was meeting with his new therapist, Sam Wilson every week.

"Not everyone finds the right therapist for them, first time round. I went through loads before finding the right one. Don't feel bad about it, everyone's different."

The two HYDRA victims talked more after that, about their early years and then up to their experiences with HYDRA.

"What HYDRA did to me, it's still hard to come to terms with. I was only a few years older than you are when they took me. It's hard, but it gets easier to cope. Talking to someone is the most important step."

"That's what Sam said."

"Then this Sam is a very wise man, I look forward to meeting him one day. Take care Y/N, you've got a great Team, and I'm only a fancy new projection call thingy a way."

Y/N smiled, "Thanks for listening, Bucky, I'll pass you back to Steve now."

"Better?" Steve asked, taking back the phone.

"Much better, thanks."

"Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."