It was weird how a few minutes on the cybernet could have unsettled him so much, when he'd spent however many weeks pretending to be a normal functioning version of himself who'd spent however many years on a nice safe version of the station. He'd been able to hold things together that whole time, even after he'd been blinded and revealed to be a different Miguel than the people who lived here were used to, but ever since Loki had... After he'd...
Once he'd woken up in the medbay and Doctor Cuddy had explained what had happened with Higgs and that he was now on this station, he felt like he was falling apart. He'd never been particularly "together" to begin with, even in Nueva York before the Incident, but shocking hell, now it felt like he was shaking apart at the seams. Even talking over the cybernet brought up things he'd rather stayed buried (bug out bags to go where? He was used to being stuck on the broken station. Or off-planet like where Loki had... His brain refused to go that way. Or being called out by Maryanne's kid like that? Of course he had shocking PTSD but it didn't need announced or... He couldn't keep thinking about it, or he'd cocoon himself in a faraway corner somewhere and never come out, even ignoring Lyla.)
He'd distracted himself by wandering aimlessly for about an hour, sometimes on the ceiling and sometimes on the floor. And then he found himself on the ceiling in the space where the wall was, and realized that he wasn't on his own. He nearly turned around and crawled back out until he forced himself to pay attention and see that it was someone he knew. His Bucky. He waited a few minutes, both in case Bucky wanted to keep talking and because he didn't really know what to say beyond "I don't want to be alone or near people who don't understand", which was a shocking mouthful to be honest. Then he anchored a web to the ceiling and let himself drop down a little.