Avengers Sickfics and Preferences

Migraine Party- Reader x Tony/ Clint

Request for sophies_burnt_bacon

So basically (Y/N) has a migraine at Tony's party and he and Clint take care of her

It was an hour into one of Tony Stark's famous parties, celebrating something that (Y/N) forgot about before entering the party. She had a headache all-day but she put that down to stress. "Hey, Barton!"The archer looked amused as he saw the young girl wearing a fitted jumpsuit that made her look like she should be a model. "You look- Uh I should be saying something, I'm married for Thor's sakes!" (Y/N) giggled at the man and playfully punched his arm. "Jeez! I thought you were training with Rogers not 'Tasha."

"Nah, I train with Wanda. Y'know the whole telekinesis thing," (Y/N) rolled her eyes and looked over Clin's shoulder to see Tony about to lift a glass of something, obviously containing alcohol. "Watch Stark," the girl whispered into his ear. Her index and middle finger joined together and made a swish motion, moving the glass away from Tony. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) Leave the Scotch and no one gets hurt." The whole room fell silent and all eyes went on Tony.

Tony threw his hands back, gesturing to return to what everyone was doing before.

Another hour had passed and (Y/N)'s head was pounding harder than anything and she wished to be in the warmth of her duvet covers. "(Y/N/N), is everything okay? You look really pale," Tony placed a gentle hand on her back as she swayed, slightly dizzy. "How much have you had to drink?" "Nothing. She's been weird all night," Clint butted in. "She looks like a ghost-" "Wow, Tony, you noticed I don't tan. After what? Three years of working together." "I meant you look ill. What do you think, Clinton?"

"First off, don't call me Clinton. Secondly, you don't look too good (Y/N/N). Maybe you should turn in for the night?"

"Party's just getting started, I'm fine."

After arguing with the one and only Captain America for a good hour, she was beginning to feel slightly nauseous and tired. All she could think about was sleep. She felt drunk but hadn't consumed a drop of alcohol. "Want to go to bed?" offered the middle-aged man. (Y/N) gave a slight nod in agreement before stumbling in the wrong direction of the elevators. Clint quickly dashed after her, turning her in the direction of the elevators. "Feel dizzy," yawned a disoriented (Y/N). "I know, kid. Let's get you to bed. Your room is just over here, right?" By now, (Y/N) was slumped against Clint and he was juggling her and having a free hand to open the tightly shut door. Clint and (Y/N) had spent many hours in each other's rooms, talking, playing video games, eating or just chilling.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Get the door please, Stark?"

"My head hurts."

"I think migraine now open the damn door." Tony opened the door and was slightly in awe of the room. It was very tidy with a TV couch in one corner, a workbench with tools hung above it and what look like arrows on the bench, a double bed with an abundance of pillows, two large windows, flooding the room with the lights of New York City, built-in closet lining the wall perpendicular to the TV and an ensuite. "Stark, MOVE!"

"Too loud!" "Sorry." He sat her down on the couch and went in search of a pair of sweat pants. "Imgonnabesick." (Y/N) ran as fast as her weak legs could carry her and knelt down in front of the toilet bowl, knuckles white against the seat as she leaned forward in anticipation of the onslaught she could feel rising in her throat. She felt two hands pull her (H/L) hair away from the bowl. She threw herself forward as Tony rubbed her back, comfortingly and whispered words of comfort to her. "Leave the sweats on the counter, I got it from here," Tony told the archer as (Y/N) sat back leaning on Tony slightly. "Let's get you out of this and get you into bed" Tony was talking to the young woman like a child but he knew his fair share of migraines and also knew that he didn't like to think much when he felt like this.

After wrestling with the jumpsuit and sweat pants, (Y/N) was now laying in bed while Tony asked FRIDAY to find her a damp washcloth. "What can I get you?"

"Cuddles."

"Uh- Yeah okay."

"Like this?

"Yeah. Can I sleep for a while?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

(Y/N) nestled further into Tony's chest as dozed off. He felt compelled to stroke her hair as she whimpered every so often in her sleep.

Second one done! Requests are open!