Type 1 Diabetes
Steve frowned when Jarvis asked him to come down to the workshop.
He was the only one left besides Tony in the tower- everyone else on various missions. Even so, he and Tony stayed in their own corners. He often trained or caught up on current movies while Tony holed himself downstairs. So when Jarvis asked him to come down to the workshop, he was very confused.
The problem became obvious when he entered the workshop. It took him a second to find the genius because he wasn’t at any of the work tables. But when he located Tony, collapsed and leaning his body against a table, he ran over. “What happened?” He asked frantically. He didn’t see any injuries or blood. But something was obviously wrong.
Tony was sitting in a ball, curled against his work table as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling. His head was hung and it bobbed for a second when Steve answered, but did not lift. “Can you...get Clint?” Tony slurred.
“Sure, but what hap-” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Please?” Tony asked softly. He was extremely pale and sweating profusely.
Steve could tell something was really wrong with the genius, but decided to follow his wishes. “Jarvis, can you-”
“Already on it, Captain,” Jarvis said. “Can you go into the draw and grab the device inside?” A drawer suddenly opened on the other side of the lab.
Steve jumped but nodded and walked over to it. As Jarvis said, there was a small device inside with a large screen and about three buttons. He brought it back to where Tony was slumped over. If possible, the genius seemed to look even smaller in his curled form.
Jarvis then instructed him to prick Tony’s finger and put his blood on the device. Steve immediately protested but at Jarvis’ insistence, he complied. “The number 44 popped up,” he said, just as Clint burst into the workshop.
His eyes widened and he ran over to his boyfriend. “Baby, no,” he whined, pulling Tony into his arms. “Keep your eyes open, Tones. Let me see, good,” he encouraged, lifting Tony’s chin. He looked to Steve. “Can you run upstairs and get a chocolate bar and a glass of orange juice?” Steve nodded and took off upstairs.
“Missed you,” Tony slurred, his head dropping again.
Clint held onto Tony’s shaking hands and kissed them. “All this so I would leave my meeting with Fury and piss him off?” Clint joked. He could tell Tony’s levels were dropping fast by his silence. “Baby, you can’t keep doing this,” he sighed, suddenly serious. “You have to eat and watch your levels. You can’t keep scaring me like this.”
“S’rry,” Tony whimpered.
Clint hugged him tighter and pressed a kiss into his hair. “No, baby. Eyes open. Please, Tones, look at me,” he pleaded when he saw Tony being pulled into the darkness. He huffed in relief when Tony’s eyes fluttered. Steve suddenly burst through the door.
Steve dropped about 10 chocolate bars in front of them and a jug of orange juice. “This is all I could find.”
Clint wasted no time in ripping open a bar. He cut off a small piece of chocolate and placed it in Tony’s mouth. When the genius didn’t move, simply drooping even further, Clint lifted Tony’s head and moved his jaw up and down to chew. “It’s okay, baby, you’re okay,” Clint soothed when Tony whimpered.
He kept up the chewing motions until the chocolate was small enough to swallow. Clint gestured to Steve, who poured him a glass of the orange juice.
Clint shifted Tony so that his head was leaning back onto his shoulder and poured in a bit of orange juice. He quickly started massaging Tony’s throat to encourage him to swallow the food and drink. They repeated this process three more times before Tony started showing signs of gaining energy.
The genius’ eyes stayed closed but he started chewing on his own. He reached to hold the glass, but Clint still held on since Tony’s hands shook badly. “How do you feel, Tones?”
“Tired,” He muttered, snuggling into Clint.
“Then let’s get you to bed Tones,” Clint said, snuggling him back. His heart was finally slowing down now that Tony was on the mend.
He wanted to have a long talk with Tony about neglecting his help, but as he held his sickly boyfriend in his arms, he just wanted to cuddle him and kiss his worries away.