The soldier and the metal man

Its all just a mess pt1

Ch. 17

Tony had intended only to show Johnny the room that he would be staying in and then to go to bed with Steve. His plans changed, however, a few seconds after he and Johnny walked through the door.

Johnny had been walking towards the couch when he suddenly stopped. He looked extremely pale, and Tony could tell something was wrong.

"You okay?" he asked, coming closer.

Johnny shook his head 'no'. "Where's the bathroom?"

"First door on the right!"

Johnny ran in as fast as he could, and soon Tony could hear him throwing up. The inventor frowned. He wanted to go lie down with Steve but it was only right of him to go make sure Johnny was okay. He didn't want the Human Torch dying in his tower.

Tony came into the bathroom to find Johnny on his knees, vomiting up all of the alcohol and food that he had consumed previously. He rested a hand on the younger man's back, half heartedly trying to comfort him.

"Oh, God," Johnny whimpered, wrapping an arm around his stomach. He rested his head on the toilet seat, wary of moving lest he get sick again.

When Johnny didn't throw up for another few minutes, Tony decided to take him to bed. Maybe some sleep would help him feel better. He pulled Johnny up, wrapped an arm around his waist and led him towards the bed. Once there, he sat Johnny down.

"Alright, let's get you undressed and lying down," Tony said. He helped Johnny take his shoes, shirt and pants off, leaving him sitting in his boxers.

Johnny swayed a little, even though he was sitting. Then he spoke up again.

"Oh... fuck..." he started to turn green, and Tony reached for the wastebasket near the nightstand. He handed it to Johnny just in time. As soon as it was in his hands, Johnny began to throw up again.

Despite being only in his underwear, Johnny was sweating. Tony sat with him while he continued to get sick, wanting to make sure he didn't pass out.

Eventually Johnny began to dry heave, then he stopped being sick entirely. He still felt horrible, though.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Make it stop..."

Tony pulled the covers on the bed back. "Come on, lie down. You'll feel better." He helped Johnny lie down, then tucked him in.

By now, Johnny was sweating and shivering at the same time.

"Oh God Tony, I feel like I'm dying..."

"I think you have alcohol poisoning. You probably got most of it out, though."

"Ugh..." Johnny had the look on his face that he had before the other two times he had been sick, so Tony reached for the wastebasket again.

"Here you go."

"Make it stop," Johnny begged again. "Please..."

"I'm going to get you some water," Tony told him, "It might help some."

Thankfully, Tony kept a mini fridge stocked with basics like water bottles in that room, so he didn't have to go too far. He opened the water bottle and helped Johnny sit up to drink it. He had hoped that Johnny would be able to keep it down. Tony would feel comfortable leaving him alone if he could.

He watched as Johnny drank about a quarter of the bottle, then hiccuped.

"Can you keep that down?"

Johnny didn't answer. He began to pant, then grabbed for the basket again.

Tony sighed. It was going to be a really long morning.

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It was another three hours before Johnny had finally fallen asleep. By then, Tony was completely exhausted. He'd been sitting with Johnny the whole time, making sure that he didn't die.

Now, at least he could go see Steve. The soldier would probably be awake by now, so getting a nap in was out. Still, it would be nice just to see Steve's face.

Tony opened the door to the room they shared, and was shocked to find it completely empty.

"Steve?" he called out. "...Steve, are you here?"

No answer.

Tony began searching for a note, or something to explain where Steve had gone. When he found nothing, he began to worry. Had something happened to Steve while he was out? He could never forgive himself if so.

"JARVIS, did anyone besides Steve enter this room last night?"

"No, sir."

So that canceled out the possibility of a kidnapper.

"Did Steve leave on his own?"

"Yes, sir."

"When?"

"Captain Rogers exited the room at five thirty this morning."

"And where'd he go?"

"He is in Dr. Banner's medical center, sir," the AI replied.

Alarms started going off in Tony's head. Had something happened to Steve or the baby? Tony raced downstairs as quickly as he could, and threw open the doors to the medical room.

"Bruce! Is Steve here? Is he okay?!"

It was then that Tony took notice of the people in front of him. Bruce, Tasha, and Clint were all standing near Steve, who was sitting on an exam table, head in his hands.

"Is he okay?" Tony asked again, coming closer. "Did... did something happen to the baby?"

Bruce put a hand up, signaling for Tony to stop.

"The baby's fine," Bruce answered. "But you've done enough for today. Leave Steve alone. Let him be with his friends."

"What? What are you talking about? Steve, I'm your friend! I'm your boyfriend, remember?"

"I'm sure that Johnny Storm wouldn't like to hear you saying that," Steve replied.

Tony could see that his face was red, and his eyes were puffy. Steve had obviously been crying for quite a while.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Really, Tony?" Tasha said, "That's the best you can do? Play stupid?"

Now Tony was getting angry. "I literally have no idea what the hell any of you are talking about!"

"I heard you both come in this morning," Steve said, crying again. "I heard you talking. You were telling him how attracted you were to him... how he looked like me, before..." Steve trailed off, too upset to continue.

Tasha moved to hug him, holding him close to her.

"Oh, Fuck." Tony understood what Steve was thinking, now. "Steve, baby, I didn't do anything with him."

"I heard you say that you wanted to sleep with him, Tony. Then the door slammed shut... and you've been up there, since then..."

"Tony, you need to leave," Bruce said, firmly. "Steve doesn't need this right now. Come on, let's go, before the big guy gets involved." Bruce began shoving Tony towards the door.

"Johnny was sick! He's been throwing up all morning! He has alcohol poisoning! Jesus Christ, guys! Steve, didn't you hear the rest of the conversation? I told him that I wouldn't sleep with him! Because I had to be faithful to you, Steve!"

Steve didn't believe him, though.

"Tony, I understand," he said, sadly. "I really do. It's okay. Go be with him. Be happy."

"But I want to be with you!"

Steve shook his head. "Just go."

With that Bruce shoved Tony out, locking the door behind him.