“Are you okay, Mr. Stark?”
Tony woke up with a groan. He could feel the pressure behind his eyes making his head ache. He sat up and slid out from under Bucky’s arms. Steve had already gotten up for the day. Bucky stirred and opened his eyes.
“Go back to sleep,” Tony whispered tenderly kissing his forehead.
“How’re you feeling?”
“I’ve had worse hangovers.”
“Tony-”
“Don’t worry about me, Buck. I’ll just pop some Advil and move on. I’ll be right as rain after I’ve had some coffee.”
Bucky seemed entirely unconvinced and Tony couldn’t help but notice the abnormal amount of worry in his eyes, but maybe he was overreacting. Tony stood up from bed and wobbled a little as the change in elevation made his head throb. He shut his eyes against the pain and instantly felt a hand on his hip, stabilizing him. “Tony? You okay?”
Tony swatted Bucky’s hand away. “Yeah, yeah. Just stood up too fast.” He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, swallowing three Advil before he headed downstairs. Steve was making breakfast.
“Hey, Tones. Feeling better?”
“I will be.” He started his pot of coffee.
“Maybe take it easy today,” Steve suggested lightly. “You had a rough night last night.”
Tony dismissed him. “I’m fine. I’ve worked through worse. Not gonna let a hangover stop me from getting stuff done.”
“Okay,” Steve said, turning his attention back to his pancakes. Tony thought he sounded a little worried too. Maybe his blackout had been worse than he thought.
When his coffee was finished he poured himself a mug and hopped in the elevator to the lab. When he got there, Peter was already hard at work. He beamed when Tony entered.
“Hey, Mr. Stark! I got started on my suit already since I got here early.” Tony smiled back at the kid, he was always so full of energy.
“Kid, I keep telling you to call me Tony. You make me feel old.”
“But you are old,” he joked.
“Touché.” Tony sat down at the workbench beside him and pulled over the mask. He’d been working on a way to get the mask to tune out stimuli when Peter’s senses were overwhelmed. Tony pulled up some data on his tablet and began moving some things around. He didn’t notice Peter had been speaking to him until he felt a hand on his arm.
“-ark? Tony?”
“Pete. What’s up?”
“Are you okay, Mr. Stark?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Tony’s head was throbbing and when he looked back over the data, he realized all he did was make a mess of what he’d previously organized.
“You just seem a little zoned out, that's all.” Then a little quieter, “And you messed up all the numbers we worked on last time. Don’t worry though,” he added quickly. “FRIDAY has everything backed up for us.”
“You know what? I didn’t get much sleep last night. Maybe that’s what’s doing me in.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, though? You’re swaying a little.”
Tony chuckled. “You’re too observant for your own good, Peter. But, I know you won’t leave me alone until I take care of myself so how about we take a break so I can catch some Z’s.” Just like Steve and Bucky had been, Peter looked worried. “Catch you later, kid.”
“Yeah. See ya.” Peter watched Tony leave, noticing his uneven gait and the way he held his head in pain. When he was out of earshot, Peter decided he should say something. “Hey, FRI?”
Yes, tiny sir.
Peter rolled his eyes. “Can you see if Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes are free to talk? I’m worried about Mr. Stark.”
Of course, Peter. They’ve been alerted.
Peter tidied up his work space while he waited for them to come to the lab. They both got downstairs only minutes after he’d asked for them.
“Hey, Pete,” Steve announced their presence so he wouldn’t startle him. “FRIDAY said you needed to talk to us?”
“Hi, Captain Rogers. Sargen-”
“Peter, so help me if you call me Sargent Barnes...”
“Bucky.” He amended. “Steve.”
“What did you want to talk to us about?” Bucky asked as he leaned up against one of the benches. Steve stood beside him with his arms crossed.
“Well, I think Mr. St- Tony might be sick or something.” Steve and Bucky exchanged a nervous glance. Peter noticed it immediately. “What? Is something wrong? Is he okay?”
“Just tell us what you saw, Peter.” Steve kept his voice level despite his fear.
“We were supposed to be working on my suit today but he just sort of messed around on his StarkPad and actually messed up all the numbers we’d already calculated. It was like he couldn’t focus on anything, including when I tried to talk to him.”
“And you brought this up to him?” Bucky surmised by the fact that Tony wasn’t in the lab.
“He said he was tired but when he left he was holding his head and walking kinda weird.” Peter sighed. “You know how I have that “spidey-sense?”” Steve and Bucky nodded. “Well, it’s going haywire. Something is wrong. I can feel it.”
“Thank you for telling us, Pete.” Steve smiled. “We’re gonna figure this out and take care of him.”
“The hardest part is getting him to let us take care of him.” Bucky chimed in.
“I can help too! I mean, if you want. I just want him to be okay.”
“We’ll keep you updated, Peter.” Bucky reached across to squeeze his shoulder. “I promise.”
Bucky and Steve left after that, heading up to their room to check on Tony. If Peter’s sense could be trusted, which they knew it could be, then something was seriously wrong with Tony and they needed to get to the bottom of it.