⚠️TW vomit⚠️

He hadn't had one in years, not one this bad.

The auras had started over an hour ago and being, well Tony Stark, he decided to power through it.

He had a few more adjustments to do then he could take imitrex and relax. Only, a few adjustments led to a whole rebuild after he managed to knock it off the table.

Just as he finished the last part of the widow bites the pain started. It was bad but not as bad as it would be in a few hours. He realized then that he had forgotten the medicine, focusing solely on building the bites.

He took a somewhat deep breath and tried to push back the pain that constantly pounded behind his left eye.

"Sir, you have an incoming call from Pepper Potts" Jarvis notified, noticing his creators state and lowering his volume. The lights dimmed as well.

"Put her through" he groaned.

"Tony, you have a meeting in ten minutes and a press conference after that. Did you forget about the launch of the latest Stark pad?" Her tone was disapproving.

"Shit, sorry pep I'll be right over. Bye"

"Bye Tony, and hurry"

He stumbled out of the lab and headed straight to his room. Wincing at the change in light, the halls were always brightly lit incase of emergency.

He changed into the suit he had picked out and rushed to the garage. He debated calling happy to drive him because the pain in his head was dizzying. But he looked at his watch and realized he didn't have time.

He shot through the streets heading towards the building that held the meeting. Why they didn't just do it in stark towers? He didn't know.

He pulled up outside the front doors and handed the valet his keys before practically running into the elevator. He made his way to the tenth floor and took a breath outside the room. It was just starting, so he opened the door and walked in.

Pepper was sitting on the other side and motioned for him to join her.

"Thanks for joining us Stark" one of the chairmen said.

Tony winced internally at his tone, and he already messed up and the meeting hadn't even started yet.

"Took you long enough" pepper whispered when he sat down. "And take the sunglasses off"

He did what she asked and flinched at the lighting, meeting rooms were always ridiculously bright. With white lighting instead of yellow.

"Let's get started shall we"

The meeting dragged on for three hours, and the whole time he felt like dying. It took all his strength to focus on what everyone was saying.

The pain had increased to a level he forgot was possible and he tightened his grip on the chair.

Thankfully it ended before he could pass out, because he was really close.

He watched pepper stand up and struggled to his own feet. Trying not to stumble on his way out he waved goodbye to the others, the meeting had gone well, surprisingly. Well according to peppers face it did, he didn't remember any of what was just discussed.

"Well done Tony, the launch is set to go for this evening. The press conference is starting soon let's go, it's being held in front of Stark Towers"

"Great" he gritted out, trying not to sound rude but the pain had multiplied and he felt the sudden need to throw up.

"No need to be rude about it"

"I know I'm sorry pep, I'm just having a-"

"Hard time not tinkering in your lab twenty four seven?"

He didn't bother to correct her and scream that he was having a migraine and the world seemed to move in slow motion. The valet returned with his car and he slid into the passenger seat, tossing the young boy a stack of notes. He wasn't sure how much but by the kids flustered reaction he could tell it was a lot. He shot off towards the tower and pulled up, there was already a swarm of media reporters. He put the sunglasses back on his face and stepped out the car, walking to the other side to open the door for Pepper. He offered her his arm and she took it, he forgot that he shouldn't lean his weight on her because when he did she shot him a questioning glance, that turned into concern.

There wasn't anything they could do now though, as Tony had taken his spot on stage and was being handed a mic. He motioned to pepper and she took it, handing it to him.

"Hello and welcome to the launching of Stark pad version twelve, we are happy to have you here today-" he carried on with the speech he had memorized two weeks ago. He wasn't entirely sure how he managed to remember it word for word when the words sounded muffled to his own migraine riddled brain.

The audience began to clap and cheer when he closed the speech and it made him stumble slightly. He played it off and hurried off stage, dodging the reporters trying to ask follow up questions.

He made it into the tower and went straight to the elevator, leaving Pepper to deal with the news crews. He stopped on the floor to the common room, hoping to grab the imitrex shot from the medicine cabinet.

Walking past the couch he suddenly felt very dizzy as the pain doubled then tripled. He stumbled and landed on the soft couch, pressing his pounding head into the cushions trying to block out the light.
He heard muffled footsteps but was in too much pain to move and see who it was.

He heard rushed voices and his pants were being moved just below his hip. A needle was inserted and he tensed up before the pain became too much and he blacked out.

•

Steve was walking with Bruce towards the common room, hoping to help the scientist make dinner.

He spotted a person on the couch and figured it was Barton, until he looked closer and realized it was Tony. He chuckled and pointed to the mechanic, Bruce frowned and looked over.

"Looks like he's finally sleeping" Steve began. He started to walk towards the kitchen when he heard the man whimper. Tony stark doesn't whimper, something must be wrong.

He and Bruce shared a look, and headed quickly to the man.

"Tony?" He tried but was answered with silence. "Tony are you hurt?" Still no answer.

"Jarvis what's wrong with Tony?" Bruce asked, wrapping his fingers around his wrist and checking the pulse.

"Sir is experiencing a Migraine, it's the worst one he's ever had. Made worse by the three hour meeting and press conference. He didn't take imitrex, it may be too late but it's still worth a try"

"Where is it?" Bruce asked jumping up.

"There is some in the medicine cabinet of the kitchen" Jarvis reported and Bruce hurried over.

"It's going to be ok Tony, J can you dim the lights?" Steve asked, running his hand through Tony's hair.

"Sure thing" J replied, the lights dimmed and Steve felt Tony relax slightly.

Bruce returned with a needle labeled imitrex, "expose his hip" he ordered. Steve's hands moved from Tony's hair to his pants and slid them down enough so that the pale skin of his hip was showing. Bruce leaned over and injected the medicine, Steve covered his skin up again and sat back.

They watched Tony still completely.

"Wha-"

"Sir seems to have passed out, I recommend moving him to a more comfortable position" Jarvis supplied.

Steve got ready to pick him up when the AI cut in, "if I may, it would be best to keep him here so as not to panic sir when he wakes"

"Alright, thanks J" Steve said, turning to sit on the couch, he pulled Tony up with him and laid him on his chest. Tony's face turned to fall in the crook of his neck. Chest to chest Steve could feel the coolness of the Arc, and began to massage the tired mans shoulders. Bruce stood up from where he was crouching and whispered that he would start dinner. "You're going to be ok, why didn't you tell us we could've gotten you out of the meeting."

"N-o you couldn't 'ave" mumbled Tony, his face pressing further against Steve's shoulder, trying to block out the light.

"Hey, head still hurt?" Steve asked knowing it was stupid but hoping the imitrex would still work.

"Like a mother-" he cut himself off with a whimper, Steve could feel hot tears on his skin but didn't say anything. Settling for softly massaging his head with one hand and the base on his neck with another. Tony sighed and Steve felt the tense muscles relax. "Don't stop"

"I won't" Steve said, promise clear in his voice.

A half hour later and the food was done, the rest of the team filtered in. Bruce must have told them to be quiet because Thor was whispering and Clint was walking calmly. They grabbed plates and settled on the couches, instead of the table.

"Want to sit up?" He whispered. Tony nodded so he helped lean the man against the couch while he sat up himself. Tony slumped against his slide and turned to press his face against his neck. Bruce walked over with two plates of food and handed them to Steve. "Try to eat something, you don't have to eat much"

Tony pulled back with a frown on his face but moved his hand to grab the fork, it shook as he tried to bring a piece of salad to his mouth. Steve reached up to stabilize his hand as he bit the leaf. He chewed it and swallowed, cringing at the way it sat in his stomach.

"More?" Steve asked, not sure if he would want to.

Tony shook his head and pressed it back into Steve's neck.

"Thank you Bruce, could one of you seal this up. He can eat it when he's ready" Clint moves to grab the plate and took it to the kitchen. "Thanks"

"Tony, do you want silence or is a movie on low better?" Nat asked, hand hesitating over the remote.

"Movie" he whispered loud enough for Steve to hear.

"He said a movies fine" Steve explained, using the hand that was wrapped around Tony to massage his neck again.

"Feels good" he sighed.

Steve smiled, "good".

Natasha put on five feet apart, ignoring the other movies that had more fighting and loud noises in them.

"Movie' sad" he whispered, Steve chuckled slightly.

"Yeah it is, you fine with this one?" Tony hesitated for a second before nodding.

They got halfway through the movie until Tony's stomach cramped. A hand flew to his mouth and Bruce, who had prepared for this, shoved a trash can under his mouth.

Steve leaned him forwards as Tony began to throw up what little he had eaten. It wasn't much and soon he was just dry heaving. Steve held him up and Clint walked over to rub circles on his back. Soothing the achingly tense muscles. When he was done, Steve leaned back with him, wiping his hair away from where it stuck to his forehead.

Bruce wiped his mouth with a cloth and Clint wet a small towel with cool water. He placed it on his head and Tony relaxed further.

"Hate migraines" he bit out.

"I know, I'm so sorry Tony" Steve whispered into his hair.

" s'not your fault" he mumbled, tiredly as he began to fall asleep again.

"Go ahead, sleep we'll be here when you wake up" Steve urged.

"'romise?"

"Promise."

Tony slipped back asleep, and when he next woke up the pain was gone. That didn't stop him from pressing further into Steve's neck and sighing at the soothing motions on his neck. He'd definitely call Steve with the next migraine he'd have.