Tony's eyes flew open, and he sat up sharply. He felt his breath get caught in his chest. Damn reactor. And damn cold. Freaking common cold. He needed to invent a cure for that.
Steve. In his face. Shit, where did he fall asleep? Right. Movie night. He had a nightmare during movie night.
Well, that game was up. All his façades were falling apart around the Avengers. He'd been able to pretend that there was nothing wrong with his mental health. He pawned everything off on being eccentric, and it worked.
"Tony?" Steve asked, and then turned to Clint. "Pause the movie, please. I don't care if Astrid or whatever her name is just found Hiccup." He added sternly when Clint made a mild noise of protest. Clint paused the movie.
"I'm tired, I'll just go-" Tony started, but Steve cut him off.
"No. You should stay, Tony." He said. "It will help you stay awake."
"I just said I was tired." Tony said sharply. "That means I want to go to my own bed and sleep."
"No you don't, Tony." Bruce said. "You'll go down to your workshop and get drunk, not sleep."
Tony made a sound of disbelief. These people couldn't know him that well, they shouldn't, it had taken Pepper a few years to work that kind of thing out about him. "You shouldn't be drunk when you're ill." Natasha added.
Tony sighed. "I don't need you to babysit me. I'm a grown man, not five."
"Five year olds don't drink alcohol." Clint interrupted.
"I bet you'd had alcohol by the time you were five, Barton." Tony snapped. He'd seen the file. "I certainly had."
Tony saw Steve wince, but brushed it off. "Tony, I don't need you to tell me what you saw in that nightmare, but it was bad and you won't be going back to sleep anytime soon." Steve said firmly. "Stay and watch the rest of the movie."
Tony frowned and sulked for the rest of the movie (but he was too mature to sulk if anyone asked), but he found that it was getting harder to breathe, and the wheeze was getting more pronounced. The second the movie finished he went straight into a coughing fit, which hurt his chest and wracked his whole body. He wasn't oblivious to the concerned looks from his teammates, either. "Ouch." He rasped when the coughing finally came to a close. "Well, I'm going to bed."
"Come down to breakfast in the morning." Steve said, and the warning in his tone was clear. "And don't do anything that will damage your health any further."