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You know what to do.

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[ Tony's ready with a quip, like he pretty much always is any time someone contacts him (It's a small wonder anyone contacts him at all). It's on the tip of his tongue when he notes the caller is Elena, but once the feed actually comes through, something is... wrong.

His picture of her isn't great, tilted and off-kilter, and the labored breathing almost sounds like she's just run a great distance. And if she has, what was she running from? It's not unreasonable to assume the potential danger hasn't passed. ]

Elena? [ Said slowly, but deliberately firm, ] Where are you?

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[tearsinajar]

[ A voice was coming through from... somewhere. She couldn't make it out, barely recognized who it was. It felt like all the medical training she'd had over the last few months had come and gone, she should've known how to deal with this kind of an attack. It'd been so long since she'd had one for this reason. And the fact that every muscle was tight and ached, the muscles in her torso especially, it didn't help that it felt like she was experiencing shrapnel pain all over again. The phantom pain of the remaining bits moving. ]

I can't— I can't bre-breathe—

[ There was a quiet sob somewhere between trying to get that out. Her body rocked forward like curling in on herself would help.

She was so focused on trying to make herself breathe that Courser coming up against her side was overlooked. But the bahari's head was visible to the feed to show she wasn't completely alone. ]

I don't— know— edge of-

[ Edge of somewhere, apparently. ]

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[ Tony's spent enough time hunched over and gasping for his own panicked breaths to know that this isn't a simple case of being winded.

He knows exactly what this is.

Courser's presence is a boon and a solid nugget of information all on its own — the bahari would be attacking if there were an immediate threat, and if he's with her, she must not be too far from camp, or medical. It only takes him a moment or two to decide how to proceed; he has the armor out of his pacdisc in no time flat, and by the time it's curled itself around him, the critically low power warning is already flashing in one corner of the HUD.

Yeah, tell him something he doesn't know.

Knowing his time is limited, he has JARVIS scan for Courser's heat signature - unique and alien as it is, it's not hard to pin him down, even from a potentially great distance - and as soon as he has a lock, he's off. Flight is a risky business when the armor's this low on power, but who's gonna lecture him right now? Well, besides JARVIS. That's right, nobody.

He lands and drops the armor a healthy distance from where Elena is huddled, lest he spook her by approaching her in a giant metal suit. She probably doesn't even notice her approach until he's crouched in front of her, both hands on her shoulders. ]

Hey. Deep breaths, in and out.

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[ Elena doesn't notice him at all. She doesn't hear his footsteps or the leaves and dirt crunching beneath them thinking she'd be alone here for the next little while to deal with this. Courser however is alert, head lifting, and even as Tony crouches down the bahari remains at her side as a source of extra comfort and warmth, sensing how she's shaking.

Hands are on her, out of nowhere, and she jolts harshly as her instinct is to fight. His voice draws her back and the hand she'd raised to shove him away grabs at his upper arm, gripping tightly. She stares at him— was he really there? How?

Deep breaths.

Elena nods and closes her eyes, focusing, trying so hard to focus. It's difficult, it's like she's trapped and everything's closing in, crushing her chest, mentally already too far in where the panic isn't releasing her. Her head ducks, expression twisting, and then she's shaking her head. The breathing isn't getting any easier, each one rasps in pitch and the gasping continues. ]

Can't— I can't...

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[ There's no doubt about it now; even if he didn't know the symptoms with a terrible intimacy, Courser's hovering would be proof enough. Panic attack. ]

Sure you can. You're Elena Fisher. I doubt "can't" factors in very often.

[ He keeps his voice level and calm, almost nonchalant, like nothing going on here is deeply alarming. He knows the panic and fluster of others has never once helped him with his own attacks. ]

Here, I'll even do it with you.

[ He gives her shoulders a squeeze and takes a deep, overly exaggerated breath - her cue to mimic him. ]

[tearsinajar]

[ Somehow— just somehow— Tony manages to get through and a laugh breaks between the gasping breaths. It sounds more like a breathless choking, but it's the shaking shoulders under his steadying hands that would give it away better.

There's too much oxygen getting in, not enough getting out.

The first try to mimic him doesn't quite come through; she's getting lightheaded, dizzy. When she tries, it's not in sync. ]

He's— he's here...

[ That's fucking terrifying. All over again. Elena's hand grips harder, her breaths come in quicker. ]

Tony—

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[ He doesn't rush her, just breathes in and out with her, patient and unassuming. He's been so focused on trying to talk her through it that he hasn't had much time to wonder about the cause of the attack - especially when these things can be so seemingly random, as he well knows - but by the time she finds enough air to speak, the pieces are sliding into place.

Nate's call earlier, Elena not picking up, this...

He puts one hand over hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze. ]

Yeah, I know. Undesirable asshat number one, right? Unfortunate for that guy how many people he'd have to go through to so much as have a conversation with you.

[ Tony, Nate, Adrien, Hawke - at the very least. ]

You've got a veritable army of bouncers, it's kind of impressive.

[tearsinajar]

[ The touch on her hand is warm; it's the skin on skin contact that helps to ease her out of the panic. Elena drops her hand from his arm but turns it enough to clasp his— she's okay, she's okay.

Her laugh this time is a soft huffing, less harsh. She's having a hard time remembering all of the things Nate would walk her through when coming awake in the middle of the night, gripped by the terror of a nightmare, experiencing the blast all over again. Having Tony's presence there, along with Courser, gradually does begin to steady her. He's got her.

The play of emotions over her pale face then, skin damp from the cold sweat that'd broken out moments ago, it's a mixture of pain and sadness, fear and worry. He doesn't know that Flynn had talked to her.

She shakes her head. ]

My- my army is weak. You guys kind of— failed. Before you even started.