Tony x Y/N x Clint

Movie sleep 🎥

Y/n's POV

I was taking a shower, when Jarvis came over the bathroom speaker. "Ms. Barton, you're needed by Mr. Stark." The AI spoke. "JESUS H. CHRIST!" I shouted in the bathroom.
That scared the sh*t out of me. I finished my shower as fast as possible and got dressed.

I went next door to Tony's room. I knocked on his door, no answer. "Stark, you better not be puking like Clint." I say sternly.

"Come in." The voice behind the door speaks. "What do you need Tones." I ask calmly. "Which tie is better, the red one or the blue one?" He asks. "What the actual f*ck Tony?" I say annoyed. "What?" He asks with a smirk.

"You're sick, you're not going anywhere." I say. "I'm feeling lonely y/n.." He makes a pout face. "Jesus Tony.. fine, f-fine. I'll be with you all day." I say with an annoyed tone. "You'll do that for me?" He asks with a smirk. "Except when I'm in the bathroom." I glare at him then chuckle and shake my head.

"Clint can join us too. Understand?" I ask. "Understood." He laughs and then starts to cough. "Tony? What's wrong?" I ask with concern. He holds his knuckle up to his mouth. "Just trying not to puke." He looks up at me with a little smile. "Tell me about it." I say sarcastically.

"Can we watch a movie?" Tony asks. "Sure. I'll meet you in the living room, I'm getting Clint." I say as I walk to Clint's room. I can hear Tony coughing in the other room, as well as groans. It's Tony, he'll be okay.. wait no. It's Tony, he'll find a way to keep himself busy because god forbids he'd ever be okay.

Tony's POV

When y/n left, my cough was getting worse. I was trying not to gag or anything like that. I hate throwing up and didn't want to do it in front of y/n. I was finding something for us to watch, when my stomach growled.. not the hunger growl but the- I ran to the nearest bathroom and just fell to my knees and puked last nights dinner and breakfast into the toilet.

Y/n's POV

I left Tony to find us something to watch. I walked up to Clint's room and knocked on the door. He said it was fine for me to come in. I sat down at the end of his bed.

"Are you feeling good night enough to watch a movie with me and Tony?" I ask, while putting my hand on top of his. "Yeah, sure." He said with warm smile and a sneeze. I help him out of his own bed.

We walked into the living room. As I looked around, Tony wasn't there. Clint sat on the couch, holding a bucket right next to him.

I could hear Tony cough and gag from another room. I called out his name but there wasn't an answer. So I followed the noise and found the bathroom light on and door cracked open, almost closed.

I push the door open and Tony is sitting on the ground. One of his legs were pressed to his chest while the other layer flat. His arms were crossed on top of the toilet, while his head was laid on top of his arms.

Tony's POV

I was throwing up into the toilet when the door opened. Y/n walked in and started rubbing my back and telling me to just let it all out. I have to admit that it did feel a lot better now that she was here.

I spit into the toilet one last time. "Thanks." I managed to say. I laid my back on her chest. Her arms were rapped around me, holding me.