Chapter 1
Tony ran his hand through his greasy hair.
Greasy from having done this multiple times today or greasy from not remembering what day his last shower was, he doesn't know.
All he knows is he entire body ached, he has some wicked food cravings, and he wants to scream his lungs out and sleep.
He doesn't know what's wrong. He just hopes it'll stop soon. It won't be the first time he's lost track of time, but he can swear it's at least been happening for a week. He's sure he's caught a virus but none of the medications he tries seem to be working.
He let out a heavy sigh and he found a heating pad he uses for when he really fucks up his muscles, pressing it to his groin waiting for it to warm up.
Did he do something that overworked his body that he can't remember? He is getting older but there's no way his brilliant mind could so easily forget getting his ass whooped or an exerting sexcapade.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., how long has it been since my last shower?"
"Nine days, sir." Okay, ew.
Tony sighed. Okay he'll wait about twenty minutes then he'll pop back in to civilization of his tower maybe say hi to his fellow avengers and then return to his lab and luxurious heating pad.
Twenty minutes passed way too fast.
Tony let out a miserable sigh as he hit the switch to off, frowning at how hard it was to force himself up.
He only stumbled across a surprised Bruce on his journey to his floor, Tony mumbling something about 'shower' and 'hot water' and he'd get back to him later.
Tony finally made it to his usually uninhabited room and went about preparing his shower he didn't even glance in the mirror for fear of what'd he see. It wasn't until he went to wash his lower half that he actually noticed it. Bright red stained his normally white washcloth. He threw it down, startled and confused and a bit panicky. As he looked at the offending towel he realized blood had dropped down his legs and into the bottom of the shower trailing to the drain. Why was he bleeding? He hasn't had his periods in years ever since starting T back in '88. What could be wrong? He never did get to have surgeries other than top but he was sure he wouldn't have periods anymore anyway. Now he's halfway through his life where most people stop their's and he's just getting his back! Ignoring the cold water he rinsed off before shutting the water off and wrapping his towel around him in some sort of attempt to console himself. He only realized he was crying when a teardrop landed on his thigh from his seated position on the toilet. He was stuffing and wrapping toilet paper and gauze in his briefs, with more pairs over the first pair. He didn't have any menstrual hygiene products. He tearfully told J.A.R.V.I.S to please order some pads and have them shipped as soon as possible.
He didn't want them, nor should he need them, but until he got the courage to call his doctor and get answers he would need them.
At least now he knows what's been wrong with him.
He just hopes his makeshift pad will hold.