Peter parker & Avengers// One shots

5 times the avengers realized Tony needed help +1 time he asked

⚠️brief mentions of vomit in +1⚠️

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Tony Stark had deadlines, and he always reached those deadlines. It didn't matter if his chest was so sore he couldn't breathe without wincing.

He was too focused in the work to notice the difference, having the arc made sure that he'd never breathe comfortably.

But sometimes it gets more than uncomfortable and he has to bend in half and force his head between his legs to stop the pain.

That's where he is now, in his lab.

Shield had requested updates backup servers incase they were hacked. It would ensure they could safely transfer their data onto another server while deleting the data from the other server.

Thank fully this one wasn't a hands on project.

He just had to type, but even that hurt.

He stopped, for what seemed like the hundredth time to bend over and take somewhat deep breaths, when he heard footsteps approaching. He willed himself to become 'Anthony Edward Stark™️' and plastered a smile on his probably pale face.

"Hey Tony dinners going to be ready so-are you ok?"

"Always Capsicle" he grunted our cursing under his breath at how weak and tired his voice sounded. He hadn't drank water in a long time, even refusing the coffee DUM-E offered regularly. Swallowing hurt his chest, everything hurt his chest.

"No Tony, you're not usually this pale. You're clutching your chest too I don't even think you noticed, Shit is it the reactor? Did it get damaged somehow?"

"No! no, calm down cap" he winced as he stood up, "it's fine leave it" he pushed past Steve weakly and stumbled towards the cabinet. He could at least try and drink water because his throat was reminding him of the little trip to Afghanistan. Where the only drink he was given was the water they waterboarded him with.

He unscrewed the kid and put the top to his mouth. He drank a little and gasped at the pain, thus inhaling water and coughing violently. As he tried to regain his composure, he slid to the floor. Tears working their way out of his painfully closed eyes. How he could still cry after being so dehydrated was beyond his reign of thought. Now all he knew was pain, and...crap cap!

He pushed himself to very unstable legs and looked up to find that Steve was gone. He sighed as much as his body would allow and stumbled back towards the lab table. Before he could make it though, he was caught by a pair of hands grabbing his biceps.

"Come on Tony, you're done working" Steve wrapped an arm under Tony's arms, lifting his weight slightly. He half dragged the man towards his bedroom and laid him down. He took Tony's shirt off, or at least tried to.

"Woah what are you doing cap at least take me to dinner first" he weakly pushed Steve's hands away.

"Very funny Tony, fo you trust me?"

"I never trust anyone except Rhodey, Happy and Pepper. But I guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt. You haven't tried to kill me yet, well besides that one time but I attacked first so-"

Steve cut Tony off but lifting the mans arms above his head and pulling his oil stained shirt off. How there was the question as to how tony got oil on a shirt when he was working with data not cars. But that could wait.

"I'm going to touch your chest, I'm not taking the arc Tony. Stop me at anytime"

"O-ok I still don't know what you're doing though"

He waited with a breath as he felt Steve's fingertips gently touch the raw skin around the reactor. Tony held his breath but released it when Steve started digging the most heavenly circles into the sore muscle.