(Panic attack) “Summer! It’ll be okay, you can do it. Take deep breaths, sweety. Copy me, like this.” Clint takes deep slow breaths trying to get you to calm down. When he notices you can’t he lifts you to his lap, holds and kisses you while blowing air to your lungs. He will also apologize for kissing you without permission when you feel calmer.

My muse is suffering from a panic attack and can’t breathe. What does your muse do?

It’s never been so bad before. Maybe it’s because it’s her own fear, not someone else’s; she can’t shield it out. It shakes her limbs and rips ragged holes in her breathing, and the buzzing in her ears nearly drowns out Clint’s words.

It helps so much when he pulls her into his arms, when he forces her to regulate her breathing. She can’t gasp for air when his mouth is on hers, she can’t concentrate on the panic when he’s distracting her, so she just clings to him, closing her eyes and letting him take her mind away.