Two days later, the team went out for dinner, which Tony didn't go to because he said he was tired. And it was true, he was tired, and wow if he was admitting that he must be damn near exhausted, but there had been the thing with the robots the day before and Tony had spent way too much time since then fixing his armour, because the damn things shot at him, could you believe it, shot at him, and yes, some sleep would be good.

Steve gave him A Look, and asked if he was okay, and he said of course he was, he always was, and Jarvis backed him up on that, helping saying that sir had not slept in 76 hours or something like that, Tony was sort of listening while looking at Steve make The Face through half open eyes.

So the rest of the team went out, and Tony was totally going to bed, really, he was, but Dum-E kept whining at him about a sticky joint or something, and he was going to deal with that and go straight to bed except he fell asleep on the floor or something.

Probably the 'or something', because generally he didn't piss himself when he fell asleep, unless he was really getting old, and last time he checked, he hadn't had that many birthdays, right?

"J'vis?" he muttered, wondering why the hell everything hurt and ow, the robots didn't do that much damage.

"Sir," the AI said with obvious relief. "The Avengers are on their way back now. You appear to have had a seizure."

"Wha?" he mumbled, attempting to sit up, using Dum-E as a crutch.

"You lost consciousness, went into convulsions for 36 seconds, and were unconscious for 8 minutes and 56 seconds."

"No..." Tony said slowly. "That's not right. It can't be. What did you tell my team?"

"I told them that you were in urgent need of assistance. I did not think you would appreciate my calling an ambulance, and considering that it would take them roughly the same time to return home, that calling them would be the best option."

"Where are they?"

"Two minutes out," Jarvis replied patiently. "As far as I can tell, you have not been poisoned or had any other interference that could have caused a seizure."

Tony frowned. "Like what?"

"I assume that magic could have caused this, but I detected no such evidence."

Tony hummed in response. His brain was still foggy.

"Shall I inform the Avengers of your seizure and subsequent awakening?"

"No," Tony snapped. "Don't tell them I had a seizure. But yeah, tell them I'm fine now, cause otherwise they'll worry."

"Sir-"

"Jarvis, I forbid you from telling them I had a seizure, or otherwise hinting at it. Tell them I am conscious now, that there was an incident in the workshop, that you overreacted, as you often do, and that I am going to take a shower and will be completely and utterly fine on my own, without help, and they should return to their dinner."

"Of course sir," Jarvis said, obviously not pleased.

"Keep them out of the workshop too," Tony sighed. "Dum-E, clean this up," he told him, gesturing to the mess he made on the ground, shame flooding his chest.

He headed for the shower, still unable to wrap his head around in. A seizure. Him.

It would require investigating, of course, but he couldn't let the team know.