And sure enough, half an hour later, everyone was packed into the movie room, dozens of cartons of Chinese food in states of disarray along the table, Thor once again attempted to use chopsticks, and oh god that never ended well would he please stop trying.

But otherwise, life was good. Meds were working, New York wasn't currently being attacked by anything (because twice in one evening, just no, he would flat out refuse, send someone else, anyone else, but not him), it was his turn to pick the takeout and the movie, and damn if he wasn't going to make them sit through V for Vendetta. He really didn't care if Clint only watched it in November, he could just fall asleep on Tasha's lap again and snore through it.

Tony was just settling into the couch, his teammates piled around him, Clint predictably upset but still perched on the back of Natasha's armchair, hogging all the spring rolls to himself, when he realized he felt happy. More than content, less than joyous, but it was a great feeling all the same. Happy.

Huh, who would have guessed that filling his house with the craziest people the world (and some other worlds) had seen would make him so happy.

SHIELD sure hadn't seen that one coming. In fact, Tony suspected they half thought that all the Avengers moving into the tower would cause it to spontaneously combust or something, and here they were nearly six months in and it was still (more or less) intact.

So despite the aliens and the magic (which he absolutely loathed, because the laws physics were there for a reason, and he was the only one allowed to break them) and the enormous grocery bills, Tony was at the moment, utterly content.

Of course, Tony's luck was fucked up that way, because he totally missed part of the movie, and the awesome Chinese food (he was so taking them to court for his right to repeat his movie week) on account of the whole fucking seizure in front of the team thing. One minute Hugo Weaving was making Natalie Portman an eggie in a basket (which they totally needed to add to their breakfast repertoire) and then nope, gone, flat out fucked.

He didn't remember much of it besides waking up in the hospital. (And by hospital he meant the medical wing of his tower, because hell if he was going to an actual hospital for anything less than a limb falling off.) That, and that his head was killing him.

He'd blinked at his teammates, who'd all suddenly appeared around his bed, and hoped that one of them was telling him what the hell was going on, while he worked out how to make his tongue work again. (Yeah, it was that bad of a headache. What the hell had he done?)

Bruce spoke first. (Yeah, he was a doctor, even though he wasn't that kind of doctor, which he kept telling Tony, and Tony kept ignoring, because he was good enough for him. Because in case Brucie hasn't noticed this, Tony hated doctors. With a passion that he generally reserved for people who decided to unleash their giant science experiments in the middle of New York on movie night. That was so many levels of not okay he didn't even want to go into it, and oh man he was so off topic what was the point again?)

"Tony?"

"Mm?"

"Are you listening?"

Tony opened his mouth to say of course he was listening, because he could listen and think at the same time, he was a genius after all, but it turned out he had no clue what Bruce had been saying, and maybe he wasn't listening after all.

Instead he just closed his mouth and looked at his teammate innocently.

Bruce sighed. "I'll take that as a no."

"You take that however you like it."

Bruce sighed, which Tony took to understand that he was in high form, as he went, annoyance wise, which meant his brain hadn't fallen out of his ears or something.

"You had a seizure."

"A what?" Tony repeated, because whoa, no, that was not allowed to happen, and Bruce definitely couldn't say it here in front of everyone, and he was going to kill Jarvis if he had the slightest role in the team finding out.

"A tonic-clonic seizure. Commonly known as a grand mal. It was around a minute. How does your head feel? You managed to fall off the couch and hit your head on the table, even with a super soldier and a god sitting on either side of you." He frowned at that, like it was his fault. "We weren't sure if it was cause and effect or not, but Cap swears up and down you were shaking before you went down." Oh, that was interesting, if Steve was paying close enough attention, or maybe it was a super soldier thing. But wait, hold up, rewind, seizure?

Oh crap. Tony closed his eyes. "Jarvis?" he said, because he was in medical in the tower, right? Jarvis would be there, unless he'd run off out of fear that Tony would murder him, but that would be only if he'd done something wrong, but also AIs couldn't run, so yeah, he was totally supposed to be there.

"Yes sir?" Jarvis said, with obvious relief, and sure he was an AI but he was human enough to know when he was in shit, and he didn't sound like that, but maybe he was getting better at lying, or maybe some of Tony's brain had fallen out of his ears or something, but for now, he was gonna take it at face value because fuck, thinking was tiring.

"What did you tell them?" Tony asked, his eyes still closed, because he didn't want to see The Look on Steve's face, and the other people all probably had Looks too, but it was mostly Steve.

"Nothing sir, as per your request."

He sighed in relief, but oh, there it was, wow, Steve's Look had progressed to psychic, because damn, Tony could feel The Look.

"What would there be for Jarvis to tell us Tony?" Steve asked, and it was definitely with a frown, with a combination of The Look and a frown, for sure.

Bruce cleared his throat, and Tony remembered why Bruce was his favourite. "He needs to rest. You can grill him later, I'm sure, he won't be going anywhere for a while, but I need you guys to clear out for a bit."

Clint was muttering to Tasha, and Thor sighed loudly, but declared he was going in search of pop-tarts for when he was allowed to visit Tony again, and when the room was clear except for the two of them, Tony opened his eyes to look at Bruce.

And yeah, he totally deserved the puppy eyes that he was getting.