Seizure POV
He was in the middle of a sentence when he felt the familiar fog settle over his mind. He watched it come from a distance, traveling closer and closer until his sentence drifted off and the fog surrounded him like a hug.
He had been through it so many times the fog no longer felt suffocating. It felt almost calm, the way the world drifted away- so far, yet so close.
He could hear the talking around him slowly fade away and his boyfriend’s hands firmly grip his forearms. But soon, even the touch of Bucky’s solid hands seemed to fade into the fog as well.
He saw the world tilt and felt his head being laid onto something soft before his attention shifted from reality.
A cold settled quickly into his bones causing an invisible shiver to travel up his spine. A sharp pain stabbed his head and if he was in control of his body, he would have squirmed. The world sizzled and shifted but it didn’t take long for the familiar feeling to take over his limbs.
His nerves fired rapidly and randomly causing his body to shake and twist and pull and stretch and squish and turn.
He could hear his boyfriend talking but he couldn’t answer. It sounded like everything was underwater and even the sluggish way his mind struggled to think was almost enough to convince him he actually was.
His body hurt as it twisted and pulled and shaked and twitched but he couldn’t get it to stop. His body wouldn’t respond, his mouth wouldn’t move, his brain was slow, and he couldn’t breathe.
“You’re okay, Tones,” Bucky’s voice whispered through the fog.
He was okay. He was okay.
Even though his body moved and shaked and twisted and pulled-
He was okay.
It felt like years before the fog started to thin, signalling the storm was starting to pass.
His thoughts slowly resumed like an abandoned train starting up for the first time, and for a while he was unsure if it would have enough brainpower to start up normally.
The nerves quieted, going out like old incandescent lightbulbs- Tony unsure when they would suddenly spark up again.
One by one his life returned to his ownership- he could feel his body, his mouth, his brain, his breaths.
And it hurt.
The fog left but it left destruction in its wake.
He could hear his boyfriend pleading, “Open your eyes, Tones. You’re doing great, let me see those eyes, doll.”
But Bucky didn’t realize how rough the fog was. How hard it was just to find his way back to the clearing. How anxious he felt, hoping the lightbulbs wouldn’t spark again so soon. How exhausted his body was, being forced to twist and shake and turn and pull and stretch and move.
So he kept his eyes closed and he left his breath even out and he slept.
But finally, hours later, when he was sure the fog was far away. When he was sure he could move his toes and his legs and his hips and his fingers and his shoulders and his head. When he was sure his brain was his, he opened his eyes.
Bucky, who sat awake, worry still lingering in his sad eyes, smiled.
“M’ okay,” Tony croaked.