Steve knew something was wrong with him. Something was very wrong with him. He had been feeling ill for weeks, and his head would not stop hurting. But that was nothing compared to the forgetting things. Steve never forgot anything, but now he was. It started out as just little things like keys or how to use modern technology, but today he couldn't find his way home. To where he had been living with his husband for the past year. It had taken Steve three whole hours to find his way home and remember where he lived. He stepped inside to find a very frustrated and angry looking Tony staring at him.
Tony stared at Steve in disbelief. It was their anniversary, and Tony had tried to make a nice evening for the two of them. He had gone out of his way to try and cook dinner, which was now cold. He just couldn't believe his husband. "Happy anniversary." Said Tony coldly before he walked into their room and slammed the door. If he had not been so occupied with himself and how he was feeling, he may have noticed something was wrong. But he was too busy being hurt for that.
Steve's face crumpled. He had forgotten their wedding anniversary. He didn't understand how that could have happened. It was his favorite holiday of every day of the year, and he had made plans for it as well. But he had forgotten and he hurt Tony. He walked to the bedroom and slowly walked inside. "Tony?" he asked, his voice shaking. "What?" said the other, his voice cold and hard.
"Tony.. I'm so sorry.. I don't know how I could have forgotten I.. I'm so sorry." Steve said, sitting down next to Tony and put his arms around him. "I love you so much, Tony." he whispered.
Tony turned to look at Steve and the sorrowful expression on his face. Through Tony's hurt, he was able to see how Steve was hurting. Something was wrong. Steve would never just forget something so important to them both. "What happened, Stevie? What's wrong?" he said, caressing Steve's cheek with his thumb.
Steve bit his lip and looked away. "Something is wrong with me. I'm... I'm feeling so ill all the time, my head just doesn't stop pounding and I... I'm forgetting things." said Steve quietly. "At first it was only little things, but today I couldn't remember where we live and.." Steve had to stop and catch his breath.
Tony's eyes widened. He took Steve's face in his and stared him in the eyes. "How could you not tell me this? How long has this been happening?" he asked, his heart was pounding at the thought that something was wrong with his Stevie.
"I.. I don't know how long. A few weeks I think." said Steve.
"I'm calling Bruce. This is.. shit, Steve, this is really bad." Tony said, getting out his phone and calling his most trusted friend.
Bruce asked Steve question after question. How long this was happening, where exactly in his head was the pain coming from, ect. With every question, Tony worried even more and he prayed this wasn't what he thought it was.
Bruce finally looked up at Tony when he was done. "Well, I would have to bring him to the hospital to get him officially tested.. but I really don't like what this looks like to me." Bruce said apologetically.
"What? What do you think it is?" Tony asked frantically.
"Tony.." said Bruce, putting his hands on his friend's shoulders.
"Tell me, Bruce! Now!" said Tony, he shoved off Bruce's hands. "Tell. Me. Now." he said.
"I think Steve has a brain tumor."
AN: So, what do you think?