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a blue coat and a pep talk

I mean, it would be rude to move him, right?

As the movie progresses, the pressure on Tony's chest increases and the pain intensifies. The man coughs, wiping his mouth. To his alarm, he sees blood.

Shit.

I'm dying.

Well, "fuck," he says.

The movie finishes, and Tony tries to wake his man up while the credits roll.

"Bruce? Bruce honey, you gotta wake up. It's over."

"Mm."

The scientist opens his eyes and tries to get up, fumbling and accidentally putting his weight on Tony's reactor.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry Tony-"

The engineer's eyes widen impossibly, and he strains.

"I-it's okay."

Out of nowhere, he starts coughing uncontrollably.

"Here-let me-holy shit..."
Bruce sees the blood his lover coughs up, and Tony opens up a drawer built in underneath the couch to grab some tissues. They turn red too, and he only stops when Bruce offers him water, which he gulps down, the metallic taste dissipating.

He quickly closes the hidden drawer, hoping Bruce hadn't seen.

"JARVIS, what's going on with him?"

The scientist tries desperately not to sound panicked.

"It's the reactor, Doctor Banner. It's killing him."

"Shit," Bruce hisses.

"Okay. Arrange an appointment with Dr. Cho tomorrow at ten."

Tony groans.

"Shut up. You're not getting out of this. Okay..." he checks his watch.

"It's six. Let me go get us dinner. You pick another movie, okay?"

"I'm full of popcorn."

"Too bad."

Tony rolls his eyes and settles into the comfy cushions.

Retrieving food had taken longer than expected, and Bruce returns to find a sleeping Tony. He smiles, then his eyes dart to the man's hidden drawer. Careful not to wake him up, the scientist creeps around the couch to open it up. It opens, and Bruce's heart breaks a little. A bloodstained miniature screwdriver, one of Natasha's knives, bandages, a box of tissues, a sewing needle, thumbtacks and an empty bottle of whiskey sit in the drawer, glaring up at him. Bruce quickly grabs a ziploc bag from the kitchenette a few feet away and takes every sharp object in the drawer, stashing it away under the sink.

Tony stirs in his sleep, and Bruce quietly shuts it.

"Tony?" He gently caresses the man's face, waking him up.

"Hey. I brought some pad thai from last night."

"Mm."

"Just have some."

"Fine."

Tony accepts the bowl and Bruce takes his, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

"So I found the drawer."

Tony almost spits out his water.

"You-you what?"

"The drawer. In the couch."

"Yeah, I know what drawer you're talking about. Why are you going through my stuff?"

"For your own safety! Why was there a knife in there??"