Traitor

Chapter 4

"I'm not feeling so good.." Tony groaned, squinting at the bright rays of sunlight peeking from the open windows. "Fri, shut all the blinds, will you?" Tony muttered.

"Right away, sir."

Tony opened his eyes when he was sure no light could pernitrate his eyes again, and he was instantly met with Bruce's concerned gaze.
"You're worrying yourself sick, Tony."

Tony burrowed his head into the loveseat he had been inhabiting, he didn't want to hear about his most recent downwards spiral. It had only been a day since Steve had left and Tony was struggling to cope, it seemed that everyone knew exactly why.

Tony hadn't ever had any particular issue with separation anxiety, but Tony absolutely hated going separate ways on bad terms. Given that Steve was going into a dangerous mission, anything could happen to him.

What if The Winter soldier was triggered? Steve had been his mission, what if the soldier decided to complete it? Tony winced when he felt his headache spike, he supposed he should take it easy with the morbid thoughts.

"God, where's Clint with those pain killers?" Tony looked up at Bruce through squinted eyes, the scientist promptly informed him that he'd be arriving soon.

"Now, how would you rate your headache pain from a scale of one to ten?" Bruce asked, he leaned over and touched Tony's forehead to assess if he was running a fever.

"Bruce, can you stop the whole mother hen deal? I'm fine." Tony prodded Bruce's wandering hand away from his face.

"You don't seem fine to me, you're really hot."

Tony snorted. "Well thanks, Brucie. I always knew you couldn't resist the Stark charm." Bruce gave a half hearted eye roll and said he'd check his temperature once his headache died down.

A few moments passed where Tony laid in blissful silence, Bruce was enjoying an old piece of literature on the couch, which Tony would never understand.

Idly, Tony wondered why Clint was taking so long on getting some painkillers. There were drug stores in nearly every corner.

His thoughts had been answered when he heard faint bickering become increasingly louder. Tony refrained from shouting at the pair entering the living room, it would only make his headache amplify after all.

"I'm telling you, old man, there is no way you could hit me with your flimsy arrows when I run."
Clint gave an overexaggerated offended expression.
"I never miss." The two halted when they caught sight of Tony on the couch.

"No wonder you took so long, you were out with your guilty pleasure." Tony scoffed, and held his hand out for the long awaited Ibuprofen. Clint winced guiltily, handing the bottle of pills over, while Pietro spluttered in mock indignance.

"Actually," Clint cleared his throat. "I only ran into Pietro after I got back from the store." Tony leaned up and swallowed two pills dry before laying back down.

"Same difference. He still distracted you, didn't he?" Tony smirked faintly, smug as ever.

"Even when you're sick, you're still a pain in my ass." Clint muttered, annoyed, but even then he threw a blanket over his friend's body.

"Someone's got to point out the insane amount of UST you two have got going on." Clint's face hardened at that.

"Oh, C'mon. Tension with that insufferable bastard?" He joked and laughed awkwardly.
Pietro didn't seem to share his amusement, the usual upbeat energy he usually possessed seemed to be lacking.