Stairs
Bucky woke to a loud wail. He was usually on high alert, but he and Tony had stayed up all night watching movies so he was dead tired.
He sat up turning on the light, but ran out of the room when his realization of his boyfriend missing from the bed followed another shout. He reached the hall and followed the sounds towards the stairs.
“Don’t move him!” Bruce shouted from where he was perched awkwardly on the stairs.
Tony was sprawled on the last few stairs, head-first. His legs were twisted and one of his arms was between the railing. His eyes were squeezed shut but there was a steady stream of tears falling down the sides of his face. Steve and Clint were kneeling near Tony’s person but their hands were hovering, not knowing where to touch. Bucky jumped to the bottom of the stairs in panic when he noticed blood pooling under Tony’s head.
“What happened?” Bucky grunted, placing gentle hands on Tony’s face.
“Do not touch him!” Bruce shouted. “He might have broken his neck.”
Bucky’s heart pounded. “What happened?” He asked again, even more frantically.
“I tripped down the stairs,” Tony cried in a soft voice.
Bucky melted. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry.” He forced his hands down from where they were aching to wipe away Tony’s tears.
Bruce moved next to Bucky and ran steady fingers down Tony’s neck. “Does anything hurt?” He asked.
“Head,” Tony whispered. Tony moved his hand to touch his bleeding forehead but Bruce grabbed his hand gently.
“Steve, can you get the first aid kit? Clint can you get ice?” Bruce asked.
The pair nodded and ran off to their duties.
“Does your neck hurt at all? Your back?” Bruce asked firmly, in complete doctor mode.
“Back hurts. Just bruised,” Tony slurred, eyes closing.
“Keep your eyes open baby,” Bucky said. Tony’s fluttered open and locked with Bucky’s.
“Anything feel numb, Tony?” Bruce asked, feeling along Tony’s back.
“No Bruce. Just bruised,” Tony mumbled, frustrated. He started fidgeting to get up.
“Humor me, Tony,” Bruce said, forcing Tony’s shoulders down.
When Clint and Steve got back, Bruce told them to place down their items and had them move above Tony. Bruce cradled Tony’s neck and head while the other boys grabbed his other limbs. “Gently!” He emphasized as they all shifted him.
Tony groaned as he was moved off the bumpy steps. They placed him in a sitting position on the bottom stair but his vision started getting foggy.
“Woah!” Bruce shouted as Tony started falling to the side.
Bucky quickly caught him. He slid Tony off the bottom stair and into his lap on the floor. He helped Bruce guide Tony’s lolling head to his chest. “Stay awake baby,” Brucky whispered into Tony’s ear.
“Head hurts,” Tony whined as Steve pressed a towel to his forehead to stop the bleeding.
“I know, Tones,” Bucky said softly, rubbing Tony’s arm.
Bruce shined a flashlight in Tony’s eyes and started stitching the cut closed while Tony fought to keep his eyes open. “He doesn’t have a concussion,” Bruce sighed gratefully. “He’s bruised badly but he’ll be fine in a few days.”
“Can I sleep now?” Tony groaned.
“If you promise not to be so clumsy,” Bucky sighed. “Nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Promise,” Tony slurred, closing his eyes and snuggling into Bucky.
Bucky rolled his eyes but cuddled his clumsy little monster closer.