Migraine
Bucky sat behind Tony on the couch, the smaller man leaning against his chest. Tony’s eyes were closed as the pressure in the back of his head grew. Bucky kept an eye on him, worried, while massaging the genius’ neck that was stiff with pain.
“Feeling any better, baby?” Bucky asked softly.
Tony whimpered and turned in Bucky’s arms so that his head was nestled into his boyfriend’s neck. Bucky frowned at the warmth radiating from Tony’s forehead.
“Do you think it’s just a headache, or a migraine?” Bucky asked, keeping his voice low.
Tony let out a pained breath. “S’ just a headache, m’okay.”
Bucky frowned at Tony’s response. “Jarvis, can you lower the lights a bit more?” The room darkened even more, and Tony’s eyes unsquinted slightly.
Bucky ran slow fingers through Tony’s fluffy hair. The room was quiet and still, the only sound being Tony’s harsh breathing.
Bucky was about to fall asleep when he felt Tony’s hand clench and unclenching his shirt. It was almost like a muscle spasm. “Tones?”
“‘S dark,” Tony slurred. Bucky frowned as Tony seemed to struggle to get the words out. “Turn on the lightssss.”
“Can you see me, baby?” Bucky asked, pulling Tony’s face away from the crook of his neck.
“‘S dark,” Tony whined.
Bucky’s eyes creased in concern. Tony’s vision went out rarely- only before severe migraines. “Okay, let’s go to the bedroom, Tones. We’ll take a nap, doll.”
Tony whimpered and his hand started smacking the side of his head. Knowing how uncontrollable Tony’s body got during a migraine, he pulled the limb away gently and tucked it against Tony’s side. “I know it hurts, Tones, but you’ll feel better after a nap.”
Tony whined in response, sagging into Bucky. The supersoldier sighed and pushed his boyfriend to stand. The genius immediately swayed and his legs shook threateningly. Bucky quickly pulled the smaller man into his arms and carried him bridal style into the bedroom.
Tony let out a screech as he was placed onto the bed and started scratching at his arms. Bucky quickly pulled away the furry cover which allowed Tony to relax. Tony’s skin sensitivity was another sign of a bad migraine.
The genius immediately curled up onto the bed, shoving his pounding head into the cool pillow. After running to get a cold cloth to place on Tony’s forehead, Bucky curled up behind his boyfriend, spooning him gently, and willing his pain away.
An hour later, Tony was groaning loudly in pain and was trembling in Bucky’s arms. Bucky winced when he heard the genius dry heaving. Tony rarely threw up from a migraine, but his body liked to torture him with the thought to make his head pain even worse.
Bucky rubbed soft circles onto Tony’s back as his body arched and curled with the heaves. “You’re okay, doll, just try to relax,” he whispered.
When the heaving finally stopped, he felt the smaller man press himself closer into his arms, so he kissed the back of Tony’s hair. Suddenly, Tony’s arm snaked behind him, grabbing Bucky’s own arm, and threw it over his eyes. Tony hummed contently at the new darkness and his breathing started evening out.
Three hours later, Bucky was awoken by shuffling. He opened his eyes and saw Tony sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Listening closely, he could hear soft crying. “Baby, no,” Bucky cried, jumping out of the bed and kneeling in front of his boyfriend.
Bucky placed his large hands on Tony’s smaller knees and used his thumbs to rub soft patterns into the skin. When Tony continued to cry, he placed his head onto Tony’s lap, not unsimilar to a dog. After a few seconds, Tony’s hands removed themselves from his face and buried themselves into Bucky’s long hair. “What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky pouted.
Tony sighed, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. “My head hurts, and I need to use the bathroom, but it hurts to move, and we were supposed to go to a date tonight but now I ruined it, and you probably hate me, and-”
“Woah, woah, slow down, Tones. I could never hate you, okay? Especially over something you can’t control. We will just go out another night, simple as that. But I'm happy as long as I get to be with you- migraine or not,” the supersoldier smiled.
Tony sighed but returned the smile.
“Now let's get you to the bathroom,” Bucky said, standing. He grabbed Tony by the waist and gently helped the genius stand. Tony’s legs dipped, about to give out, but Bucky held him firmly.
“I think m’ gonna pass out,” Tony rasped, moving a hand to cradle his head.
“You’re okay doll, I got you. Take some deep breaths, okay?” Tony nodded and copied Bucky’s breathing. Slowly they made their way to the bathroom, though Bucky had to carry his boyfriend on the way back.
Bucky settled them both back into the bed with the lights off and the fan blowing slightly, and cuddled Tony close, kissing his pain away.