As they got into their room, Steve dropped down heavily onto the edge of the bed. “Wanda… Sam… Vision… T’Challa… Bucky…” he trailed off, feeling tears in his eyes again. “Peter… he was just a kid…” He looked up at his mate, talking about Peter Parker. “Stephen… Quill… we lost almost everyone, Peter… Shuri is sixteen years old and she’s having to rule Wakanda now with your mother’s help. They think… she and Bruce… they think they can find a way to reverse what’s happened but everyone needs time to heal… to… regroup…” He dropped his head into his hands, his whole body shaking.
Peter had intended on going to at least get some clothes for Steve to change into, but the moment Steve collapsed, the wolf couldn’t just leave Steve there. He was immediately next to his mate, perching behind him and wrapping his arms around Steve’s body. “Hey, we’ll figure it out. I promise. I’m right here, we all are.” he assured, kissing Steve’s head. “I know I don’t quite fully understand it, but I know I hurt when you hurt and seeing you like this is the worst pain I have ever imagined. What can I do?”
“I don’t know,” he answered in a shaky voice. “I just… I don’t even know what to do… I don’t know what to tell you to do. I just… I need time, Peter. Right now, I just need time and trying to get used to being back here at home again. I need to see the rest of the pack, too. I need to know they’re all okay. Let’s do that first. I can smell the food they’ve cooked. I know they’re wanting to see me.”
Peter closed his eyes and pressed another kiss to Steve’s head and held him close. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” he offered. The only one the pack lost was Theo, but there’s no great loss there.” he frowned a little. “Everyone is going to ask questions. I can tell them to leave it alone for now. We all need to grieve before we can regroup.” He carefully climbed from the bed to go get clothes. “Do you want a shower before we head downstairs?” he asked, looking through their drawers to grab clothes.
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