It happened pretty much out of nowhere. One second he was holding the door open for Natasha - and definitely not eying her legs and behind in these shorts when she passed him by.

One blink later he leaned heavily against that door instead of locking it and blinked away an alarming amount of black dots before his eyes.

That ice-cold, nearly painful feeling in his guts from something just being completely wrong was back, the one he had always woken up with after these nightmares he couldn't quite remember. She had worn shorts like that too, right, a little too tight from a body that was beginning to show, and...

There it was again, just for a moment, he knew who the girl was and why that scar he so seldom remembered between his shoulder blades throbbed faintly from long gone stitches.

But no, it was really only the heavy summer heat making it hard to breathe, not some old injury, and the threatening, overwhelming flashback was gone before he even knew it had rattled its chain.

With gritted teeth, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind and throw off that embarrassing weakness. Jesus, he needed more sleep and some really good energy drinks if a walk through the sun drained his energy reserves these days.