Clint was teaching Steve how to play a video game in the common room when Jarvis' voice rang through the ceiling.

"If I may, would you mind assisting sir in the workshop?" Jarvis asked. Steve wasn't sure if robots could be anxious, but that's exactly how the AI had sounded.

"Is Tony asking for us?" Steve asked, standing.

"No, but…" Jarvis paused worryingly. "If you could down and assist sir." He asked again.

"We don't have access codes to go down to the workshop," Clint pointed out.

Steve frowned at the concern in Jarvis' voice. "I think we should go see what's going on," he said. Clint paused the game and the two wearily made their way to the elevator.

"Tony?" Steve asked as the doors to the workshop opened as they approached.

The billionaire turned around swiftly from where he was bent over a table holding a sharp tool. "Jarvis," he grunted angrily. "You went against my orders!"

"Yes, but sir-"

"No." Tony pointed at the confused pair by the door. "You two, out. Leave."

"Wait, what's going on?" Clint asked.

"It seems sir is having-"

"Mute!" Tony shouted, glaring at the ceiling. "Nothing is happening, please leave."

It was then Clint noticed Tony's twitching eye. Everything connected. "Are you having a tic thingy?" he asked.

"Tic attack and no," Tony grunted, turning away from them. Even turned around they noticed his neck being thrown back and his arm twitching oddly.

Steve's eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't be operating any machinery if your Tourette's is acting up."

"I'm just fixing the suit. I can do it in my sleep," Tony scoffed.

"Well then maybe I should call Bruce," Clint hummed.

Tony jerked around, eyes wide. "No! Don't call Bruce, he's on that science trip he's been looking forward to for months."

"Yeah, but-"

"I said, no!" Tony shouted. "I'll be fine. I'm not having a tic attack."

Two were silent, staring as Tony continued to work. They watched a few seconds later as the tool Tony was holding was thrown across the room. "Fuck!" The genius shouted.

Steve sighed. "I won't say language because I know your Tourette's…"

"No, that was all me," Tony rolled his eyes. Clint giggled.

Tony's head was thrown back and it repeated like a broken record. Steve ran over when the man's leg kicked out, knocking him off of the stool he was sitting on. The supersoldier caught him just in time and lowered him to the ground, away from any hard objects.

By the time the two noticed Tony's tics had been scratching his arm, it was already bleeding from many tiny cuts. "Fuck, Bruce is going to kill us," Clint huffed.

"Language," Steve said instinctively.

"Get out the ice or you're going to turn into a Capsical," Tony giggled. Clint held in a laugh as Steve glared. "Sorry," Tony said.

"It's fine," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Got no strings on me," Tony shouted several times. Steve slid his body behind Tony's and hugged him from behind. Clint already had Tony's hands in his possession, but Steve held on loosely in case he had to restrain Tony like he had seen Bruce doing in the past.

"How long do these last?" Clint grunted as Tony's tics fought to be released.

"I have no i-i-idea," Tony slurred. "You dumbass sack of shit!"

"You're gonna hurt my feelings, Tones," Clint said, fake sniffling.

Tony's feet kicked out frantically and his eye resumed its consistent twitching. "Shut up, birdbrain." Several bird noises followed. "Can you g-g-g-g-et mittens," Tony forced out, gesturing to the cabinets.

Clint nodded and went through all the cabinets until he opened the one with a box with Bruce's handwriting that said 'Tourette's Things'. Clint opened it up and pulled out the pair of thick mittens he had seen Tony wear.

After he put on the mittens and Steve released Tony's arms, they resumed their scratching but luckily this time it was harmless. "You see the n-n-neck thing? Tony asked, his head swinging back.

Clint looked into the box and pulled out a soft neck collar. He placed it on Tony with Steve's help and noticed how less violent Tony's head twitching looked. "Thank you. D-d-d-douchebag! Get a life! Sorry."

With his mittens and neck collar, Tony's tics had become harmless. "You can let go now, Steve," Tony said to the supersoldier who was still hugging him from behind.

"I-I think i'll just stay here until you calm down a bit," Steve said, wide eyed.

"No, it's fine. You guys can go back upstairs," Tony told them. He was slightly embarrassed to have them around while his body was betraying him.

Clint sat down in front of Tony, grabbing his mittened hands. "We want to stay with you," he said firmly.

Tony's head tilted in confusion. "Oh, oh okay." The pair nodded at him, worry in their eyes.

"You sure you're okay?" Clint asked.

Toyn rolled his eyes which turned into more twitching. "Yes, I'm sure. What do you guys think I did before Bruce? I know how to take care of-of-of-of-of myself."

"I know you do, but...we'll just stay here, if you don't mind," Steve said. He stared concernedly at Tony's twisting arm.

The twitching arm suddenly started repeatedly punching Tony's chest. Even with the mittens, the punching sounded hard. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Tony grunted.

"It's okay, Tones. I got you," Clint said softly, pulling Tony's hand away.

"Th-Th-Thank y-y-Shitty shitty bitch," Tony shouted. He groaned when he was able to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, "I'm sorry g-guys."

"It's okay, Tony, we understand," Steve told him.

Tony sighed, his body wriggling. It was another ten minutes before Tony's limbs calmed down. By the end, his limbs were tingling with pins and needles so Steve wordlessly carried him bridal style upstairs to watch a movie. The men didn't mention his tic attack to anyone and he was very grateful for them.