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?”
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