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Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange and Tony Stark/Iron-Man

wallpaper/lockscreen of this picture in 9:20 ratio.

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The strength card and Stephen are both very important things for me.

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"If you do this I'll divorce you"

Tony’s heart pounded as he stared at Stephen. 

Stephen was breathing heavily fear and anger on his face.

Memories of a different time, a different relationship forced their way into Tony’s mind. The last time he’d gone into a fight that should have killed him. Pepper’s plea. “Don’t do this, Tony.” Tony’s efforts to make her understand. “Pepper. I have to.” The chilling response. “If you do this, I’ll divorce you.” Pepper had never said anything she didn’t mean. The divorce papers had been on the kitchen table within a week.

It had been one thing to undo the decimation, to save half the universe. Pepper had understood.

But he was supposed to be done after that. Just like he was supposed to be done now. 

Now, here he was, a year later. A different relationship. Tony almost dying. It hadn��t even been a week since Stephen had asked him to stay out of the fight.

“I’m sorry,” Tony burst out. “I’m sorry. But I had to.”

The anger on Stephen’s face shifted to confusion. “Why are you apologizing?” he asked. “You weren’t the one who tried to blow up New York.”

Because he knew what the fight could cost him. An end to what he had.

“You asked me to stay out of the fight.”

Stephen stared at him. “That was a week ago when you had food poisoning so bad you couldn’t get out of bed,” he said slowly. “You… you didn’t think I meant permanently, did you?” Stephen shook his head. “Tony, I’d never ask that of you. I know you can’t. Not any more than I can.”

 Tony tried to comprehend what Stephen was saying. When he did, the relief almost toppled him. “You won’t leave?”

Stephen’s smile was soft. “Tony, this is who you are.”

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Tony: Stephen, you know how shark whales are my favorite animas? Stephen: Yes, cuz…*spews cool facts about shark whales* Tony: well yes, but really it’s cuz they look like old smiling grandmas and grandpas. Stephen: *confused and but endeared nods* Tony: well do you think we’ll look like cute old dope people when we’re all old and wrinkly? Stephen: *no hesitations* Yes.

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Clint makes a joke about Tony that upsets him, then Stephen laughs and that upsets him even more..

“I mean, who wouldn’t Tony sleep with?” Clint joked as Tony took a shot for ‘never have I ever’. “Tony’s only requirement is that they be breathing.”

The Avengers laughed.

Stephen’s laugh joining the others chilled Tony. He hadn’t— But of course, why wouldn’t Stephen find that as amusing as everyone else? Tony gave his own carefree laugh, tapping a code against the floor next to him. He needed out.

“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted the game, precious AI that she was. “There’s an urgent call for you.”

Tony feigned a sigh, pushing himself to stand. He didn’t look at Stephen. “Sorry, guys. Work calls. Finish game night without me.” He sauntered out, easy and casual. The moment the door shut behind him, he let his smile drop. No one would think twice about Tony’s departure. It wasn’t the first time work had called him away.

He ended up on the roof, staring at the stars. He was being overly sensitive. It was just…

Footsteps startled him. “How’d the call go?” Stephen’s voice asked.

“Oh, you know.” Tony shrugged. “Always some crisis.”

Stephen hummed, sitting next to him. “So it had nothing to do with you sending FRIDAY an alert?”

Stephen had noticed. Tony barely kept from reacting. “What are you talking about?”

Stephen didn’t respond for a minute, before apparently deciding to get to the point. “I didn’t realize the joke upset you.”

Why would it, Tony wanted to ask. Everyone knew Tony liked sex. Everyone knew. 

…so why bother asking Tony’s permission, huh? Why bother with that pesky thing called consent? 

Tony would never claim he’d been assaulted. He could have stopped any of them. But… “I wasn’t upset. Everyone knows I enjoy sex.”

“I shouldn’t have laughed.”

Tony rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Not upset, Stephen.”

“Still. I’m sorry.”

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tony singing black sabbath's "the wizard" just to annoy dr. strange

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“Hey.” 

A nudge to his side accompanied the word, pulling Stephen away from his book. Stephen looked up, raising an eyebrow in what he hoped adequately conveyed ‘you better have a good reason to be interrupting me’. Tony was, as ever, immune, nothing more than an amused grin tugging at his lips. “What?” Stephen asked, only a shade politer than the look he’d sent Tony’s way.

“Happy Birthday,” Tony said. 

Stephen blinked, momentarily baffled. He glanced at his watch. 12:01. Well, look at that, it was his birthday. He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond. Stephen didn’t exactly put much stock in birthdays. They seemed a general waste of time to him. So what? He was a year older. That was hardly cause for celebration. 

But then this was Tony, who had turned at least half of his parties into a spectacle. Though it’d been several years since his last birthday spectacle. At the very least, none of his birthday parties had made the news—the bar was low.

“Thank you,” Stephen said after a moment, figuring it was a safe enough answer. “But really, birthdays are a social convention that should have died a long time ago. I’d prefer there be no fuss.”

Tony arched an eyebrow at that. “Define fuss.”

Stephen did not think it was a good sign that Tony needed a clarification on that point. “No party.”

Tony smirked, eyes glittering with amusement. “Define party.”

“Tony.”

Tony grinned. “What can I say, Stephen? There are a lot of people out there who want to celebrate the fact that you’re in our lives.”

Stephen grimaced. 

Tony sighed. “What about a dinner with the group, and then I take you out somewhere, just the two of us?”

Stephen considered; that seemed… doable. “No party?”

“No party.”

“Deal.”

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ironstrange-616 morning coffee (with a little magic✨)

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Boy nobody looking at their textbook.

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evening after a very bad Stephen's day💔

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I think homeless Stephen (aka him with the long unkempt hair and beard) is hot so obviously I must project onto Tony. Stephen has a mission that takes him away for several months (whether Tony experiences the same amount of time is up to you) and when he gets back Tony fawns over his new beard

Stephen tugs on his beard as he steps through the portal into the penthouse and wonders if he should have stopped by the Sanctum before coming home. Tony knows that Stephen’s trips into other dimensions sometimes last longer than it seems, but he’s never been confronted with such obvious evidence. But Stephen had promised to come straight home.

Regardless, Tony appears, no doubt alerted to Stephen’s return by FRIDAY. When he catches sight of Stephen, he stops, eyes going wide. 

“I know,” Stephen says wryly, and makes himself stop fussing with his beard. “Chkriktk amenities aren’t designed for humans. Give me half an hour and I can clean up.”

Tony quickly crosses the room and tugs Stephen in by the hips. “Don’t,” he says, eyes wandering over Stephen’s features. “It suits you.”

Stephen raises his eyebrows. “I look like an unwashed hobo.”

“Or a wild man,” Tony teases, reaching up and running his fingers through Stephen’s untrimmed beard. “I kind of like seeing you less than perfectly put together.”

“You’re serious,” Stephen realizes.

“Very.” Tony pulls him into a kiss. Stephen’s hesitant at first, unsure what the full, rather scraggly, beard must feel like to Tony, but quickly loses himself to Tony’s enthusiasm. It’s a long time before Tony pulls away, and when he does his eyes are sparkling. “Yeah, that definitely warrants further exploration.”

Stephen laughs, a little bemused. “Of course, if you like.”

“I like very much,” Tony says, and tugs him into another kiss.

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nearly forgot to post this onto my tumblr today (im so used to just posting to IG and then being done but i must now take care of my tumblr page too hehe)

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Tony has been told his whole life that he’s selfish, narcissistic, not the type of person to lay down on the wire to let another person cross, not worthy of being a hero, nothing without his suit, overall a ‘bad person’. I think it would mean the world if someone he thought highly of (Peter) (the epitome of pure intentions, integrity, and love) was certain he was good too.

I wouldn’t think Tony’s usually told that he’s good. I think he would know it partly, because he’s not an idiot; he KNOWS he’s done good, but he would think he has done just as much bad. Realistically, I think a sentence with the words ‘you’ and ‘a good person’ is something he needs to hear.

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Stephen: Guys it’s September please don’t-

Tony:

Peter:

Harley:

Wong:

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Stephen goes to the past to solve some kind of problem and stumbles into teenager Tony

Stephen cursed under his breath. The sorcerer he’d been chasing had finally been caught, after almost six days where Stephen had traveled through over thirty-two different points in time, cursing the existence of the time knife and his opponent’s possession of it.

His opponent was back in their proper time, now. Stephen just had to get through himself.

Except, he was worn. He was an expert in time—he’d had to be, for this—but six days of traversing through time, on top of the fighting he’d done, had taken its toll.

The bench at the bus stop just ahead looked entirely too welcoming and Stephen moved to it, falling down onto the bench with a relieved sigh.

A boy at the other end of the bench glanced at him warily. He was hunched in a ball, making himself smaller. He couldn’t be more than fifteen. Stephen glanced at him absently, then froze. Ice crawled down his spine. The boy had a long cut on his jaw with bruises disappearing beneath his shirt.

He swallowed hard. “Are you okay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle and his body language unthreatening.

The boy narrowed his eyes, then nodded. “I’m just waiting for someone,” he said, voice a tired whisper. Stephen itched to do something, but magic didn’t heal in the traditional sense. 

“Do you need help?”

Brown eyes met his. “I can save myself.” There was an emptiness to the words.

Stephen’s heart twisted. “You shouldn’t have to.” He ached to be able to do something, to help this boy who looked so utterly hopeless.

The boy’s expression ached. “What other choice is there?”

Stephen didn’t have an answer.

He survives, Time whispered in his ear, loud after six days in its power. And someday, Stephen, you’ll save him.

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An anxious Tony asking Rhodes for reassurance about his crush.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Rhodey asked, following Tony into the safety of his lab. “You were squirrely as hell in that meeting.”

“Was not,” Tony said automatically. Rhodey just gave him a look. Tony deflated. There were some downsides to someone knowing him since he was fourteen. Tony fidgeted with one of the displays for a moment. “What do you think of Stephen?” he finally asked.

“Strange?” Rhodey looked surprised. “Powerful as hell. Could play better with others, but he manages when needed. Why?”

“Not a tactical evaluation,” Tony said, impatient now that he’d actually brought it up. “What do you think of him.”

Rhodey blinked, then broke into a grin. “You like him.” Tony fought down a blush. He must not have been entirely successful, because Rhodey’s grin broadened. “You really like him!”

“Just answer the question,” Tony groaned.

Rhodey’s expression softened a little. “When you’re not looking, he looks at you like you hung the moon.” 

“And you weren’t going to mention it?” Tony asked, surprised.

“If you weren’t into it, why borrow trouble?” Rhodey said, shrugging. “I don’t think he ever plans to say anything. If you like him that much, you’re going to have to make the first move.”

Tony drummed his fingers on the table. “Hung the moon, huh?”

“And then some.”

“Good.” Tony smiled slowly. “That’s good.”