#Doctor Dad

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Harley: Doc won’t be able to trace this back to us- Peter: Are you for real? He traces everything back to us! He traces things we haven't even done back to us!

[strangeironaf]

Harley: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Peter: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

America: Wasps?

Tony: Terriers?

Stephen: Tony.

[thesetwoidiots]

Tony: *Takes Stephen, Peter, and Morgan out to Nebraska during tornado season*

Tornado: *Happens*

Stephen, standing outside: It's a little windy outside today.

[masked-creator]

I’ve recently been taking ice skating lessons and every time I go I think about how much of a healing experience it would be for Stephen (after Donna) to teach America how to ice skate after she begged him to for months.

He’s definitely a little nervous about it still (thought he’ll never admit it), but she’s having fun and I think that’s helping him a lot <3

[nesy0elle]

My comfort place 🍩

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Stephen Strange aka Doctor Strange

[under-loch-n-key]

I saw a really cute drawing on Pinterest of a family base and I immediately got inspiration to draw it for my Ironstrange Fanfic on A03, one of which I still need to complete. The picture is a work in-progress but I think it's cute so far. I'm just posting a bunch of work on here to get my stuff out there. So, don't mind me. Lol.

[starkstrangesorcerer]

Title: The Careful Balance of Love Tags: Omega!Tony, Alpha!Stephen, mpreg!Tony, Doctor Dad, Iron Mom, Family Fluff, Pregnancy Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Bonding, omegas are called mama and alphas are called daddy by their children Pairing: Stephen Strange/Tony Stark Characters: Stephen, Tony, Sophie (OC daughter), Bats Word Count: 2,350

Tony who was usually the one to take control of every situation, found himself sitting on the couch, his pregnant belly poking out in front of him, as he watched Stephen, bustling around the living room with their toddler, Sophie.

Sophie, all wild curls and bright eyes, ran circles around the house while Bats, followed her dutifully, his droopy ears flopping as he jogged after her.

"I've got it, Stephen," Tony insisted again, reaching for the baby wipes on the coffee table despite the discomfort that came with bending over too much. "I can take care of Sophie just fine. I don’t need you hovering over me."

Stephen shot him a look that could only be described as a mixture of concern and amusement. His brow furrowed slightly, his hands busy as he picked up Sophie and set her gently on his lap to prevent her from getting herself hurt.

"Tony, I know you can take care of Sophie. But you’re carrying our second child, and I want you to rest. You don’t have to do everything.”

Tony, ever the stubborn one, sighed. "I don’t want to be pampered, Stephen. I’m not an invalid."

Stephen placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder, his voice low and reassuring. "I know, and I’m not treating you like one. But I can handle this. You should take care of yourself, for both of you." He gave Sophie a playful smile, and she giggled, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Tony watched the two of them, his heart swelling with a mix of affection and frustration. He couldn’t deny that seeing Stephen with Sophie brought out the gentler side of the alpha.

Sophie bounced up and down on Stephen’s lap, her tiny hands reaching out for her favorite book. "Daddy, read," she demanded, her voice high-pitched and adorable.

Stephen’s expression softened, and he pulled the book toward him. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Tony couldn’t help but watch them, his hand gently resting on his belly. He still wasn’t used to the idea of being a pregnant omega, especially with how often Stephen insisted on taking care of things. But he also couldn’t deny how good it felt to see Stephen so involved in their little family. He smiled, despite himself.

Just as Stephen began reading aloud to Sophie, Bats trotted over to Tony, resting his chin on Tony’s lap with a soft, expectant look in his eyes. Tony scratched behind the dog’s ears, sighing again. "It’s like I have two babies to look after now," he muttered.

Stephen glanced up from the book, his lips curling into a small smile. "Well, you’re not the only one. I’m not exactly getting a break either."

"I know, I know," Tony grumbled, though the warmth in his voice showed he didn’t mind in the least. "But I’m still capable of taking care of our little one."

“I know you are,” Stephen replied softly, his gaze gentle. “But it’s important to rest, Tony. Not just for the baby you're carrying, but for yourself too. I want you to be okay.”

Tony opened his mouth to protest again but was cut off by Sophie’s giggle. She wiggled her tiny fingers toward Tony, trying to get his attention. "Mama, play!"

Tony smiled, the sternness of the conversation slipping away. He leaned down, letting Sophie climb into his lap. Bats, now satisfied with the attention from Tony, happily plopped down at their feet.

“I can play, little one," Tony said, his voice softening. "But remember, Mama’s not supposed to do too much right now.”

Sophie grinned mischievously. “But you can play with me, Mama!”

Tony chuckled, his irritation forgotten as Sophie clung to him. Despite his protests, he couldn’t help but enjoy moments like this, the simple joy of having his little girl in his arms, with Bats curled at their feet. He knew Stephen was right he didn’t have to do everything himself.

Stephen, noticing the slight exhaustion in Tony’s eyes, gave him a knowing look. He walked over and sat beside them, his strong arm wrapping around Tony’s shoulders as he kissed the top of Tony’s head. “You see? You’re allowed to rest. I’ve got everything handled.”

Tony tilted his head back, meeting Stephen’s eyes with a fond look. "I know," he murmured, his fingers absently tracing circles on Sophie’s back as she nestled into his chest.

Sophie, content and sleepy after their impromptu playtime, let out a soft yawn. Tony smiled and shifted her gently in his arms. “Looks like it’s nap time for the little one,” he said, rocking Sophie as he stood up carefully, his belly making the action a bit more awkward than it used to be.

Stephen quickly stepped in to help, wrapping an arm around Tony’s waist for support. “I’ve got her,” he said, taking Sophie into his arms once Tony had her settled into a comfortable position. “You just focus on resting. We’re a team, remember?”

Tony couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across his face. "Yeah, we are."

Stephen kissed him softly on the cheek before settling Sophie into her little bed in the corner. Bats immediately followed, curling up next to her, clearly sensing that it was time for everyone to relax.

Tony hummed before he settled back down onto the couch, his feet propped up. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the peaceful atmosphere of their home wash over him.

He could hear Stephen humming softly as he cleaned up a few stray toys, and he felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of contentment that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe he didn’t have to do everything on his own after all.

And maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let Stephen take the reins sometimes.

[hayanwulf]

Too Naive and Trusting

This is pre-accident.

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Stephen stared as the creature — who was now starting to seem more and more like a completely normal human child — devoured his food. For a moment he even wondered if he had hallucinated what had just happened. He would certainly have never believed it had he not seen it with his own eyes.

Five minutes ago, a star-shaped portal had formed dead in the middle of his living room, spitting out a young girl, who had looked like some possessed character straight out of horror movies with those glowing eyes.

Stephen had been terrified and had hid behind the couch, cursing at himself for leaving his phone in the kitchen.

He had half expected the possessed girl to find him and pound on him but she..

She had beelined straight for the kitchen.

Now, she was seated at the kitchen island, eating his Italian takeout fervently as though she hadn’t eaten in days.

She had no awareness of the rest of the world, nevermind the fact that she was basically a trespasser in his house, raiding his stuff. Those warm brown eyes looked.. exhausted and relieved at the same time.

Too soon, all of his takeout was gone. She helped herself to a glass of water, and then, she apparently started looking around for more food. She had no idea that Stephen was even present there. He was sitting on the couch of the living room, peeking at the open kitchen, watching dumbfounded as she went through his cupboards.

In all honesty, he had no idea how to react.

She got her hands on bread and a jar of peanut butter. Stephen watched as she scooped up some peanut butter with bare fingers and tried to spread it clumsily on the slice of bread. She frowned when it didn’t work as she must have expected, then shrugged, then just licked the peanut butter off her hand followed by taking a bite of the bread.

“You do know you’re supposed to use butter knife, right?”

She jumped in surprise and zapped her head to him like a deer caught in headlights. The slice of bread fell from her grip and landed on the floor.

Stephen sighed and got up.

“I’m— I’m sorry!” She spluttered out, taking an unconscious step back. “I’ll leave— I’m sorry!” The last part almost came out in a shriek as Stephen stepped around the couch. She was backing away, cowering.

Stephen paused where he stood.

Her eyes were fixated on him, wide and teary, her hands fidgeting nervously. She looked very much like a cornered animal.

Stephen considered what to say, but his mind didn’t provide him with much except for straightforward facts.

“It’s fine, kid. And you don’t need to leave, I’d hardly be one to kick a starving child out in the streets.”

Yeah, words of comfort were never his strong suit.

The girl blinked up at him, wariness still in her eyes, but otherwise didn’t reply.

Stephen moved. Her eyes traced his every action, but she didn’t flee as she had seemed ready to only moments ago. When he walked past her, she stepped back to give him space, her movements rigid and awkward. Stephen glanced at her sidelong as he grabbed the jam.

He was sure that this was her version of ‘no idea how to react’.

He got the butter knife, moved to the kitchen island with it and the jam, and quickly made a PBJ, holding it out for the girl.

She stared down at the offering, licking her lips. “This is.. is this for me?”

Stephen bit back a sarcastic reply that had been at the tip of his tongue. Don’t, he told himself. She’s just a kid, she’s scared, and is likely starving too.

“Yes,” he said.

The girl immediately snatched the PBJ off his hand and started devouring it. Stephen got to making another one.

When she had finished the first one, he handed her the next one and asked, “What’s your name?”

She took the second PBJ easily from his hand, replying, “America Chavez.”

Stephen watched as the girl — America — contently ate the simple sandwich, all traces of fear and wariness gone from her features, easily leaning herself on the kitchen island not two feet away from Stephen, when only minutes ago she’d been too scared to do anything but utter apologies. The corner of his lips twitched up slightly.

Too naive and easily trusting.

“And what was that portal thing you fell out of?” He asked.

“My powers,” she casually replied, having finished her second sandwich and already demanding the third that Stephen now held. He passed it to her. “They allow me to travel the multiverse.”

Right, the multiverse, and portal powers, Stephen thought with no little amount of skepticism.

But he had seen it happen with his own eyes. And as far as he knew, this was neither a dream nor a hallucination, so it could be the only other thing possible: reality.

It was still.. inconceivable to him. He couldn’t quite bring his mind to come to terms with it.

“And why did you come here?” He asked, if only to stop his mind from spiraling trying to grasp the concept of a goddamn multiverse.

“I can’t control my powers,” she said in between chewing. “Sometimes it activates by itself and throws me to a random place in a random universe.”

Stephen blinked once, then rubbed both hands over his face with a sigh because this was becoming a lot more of his problem that he had intended — or wanted — it to. “So you’re telling me that you can’t go back home?” It wasn’t a question.

She shrugged, focused on her PBJs. “I don’t have one.” 

That gave Stephen a pause, and he stared at the little girl.

She looked to be in her early teen years, though he couldn’t be sure. Why did she have these powers? How long had she been roaming homeless like this? No wonder she was so hungry.

How long had it been since she had last seen her family?

Stephen felt a pang in his chest.

This was stupid. He needed to stop empathizing with this girl. But all he could think about when looking at those young brown eyes was Donna.

“Um, thanks for the food, mister,” America spoke once she was done with the PBJs. “And sorry for, y’know, showing up in your house. I’ll just uh,” she turned her head to look around the living room once, then back at Stephen. “Which one is the exit door?”

This wasn’t his problem. He should get rid of it. He should send her away and forget all about this encounter and they would never see each other again—

Donna would want me to help her.

“Where will you sleep, kid? It’s almost midnight.”

She just shrugged casually. “I’ll find somewhere.”

It had been a rhetorical question, but Stephen felt no little amount of exasperation at the answer he got.

He took a second to calm himself, not wanting his mouth to spit out something that would scare the kid. Then, he spoke.

“Sleep.. here. I have a guest room. It’s unsafe for kids your age to just roam the city at this hour.”

Hope blossomed in her eyes, face brightening. “Can I really!?”

“Yes.” Stephen pointed at one of the doors in the living room. “That’s your room for now.”

“Thank you so much!” She chirped with a smile. “Can I have a look?”

“Go right ahead.”

She scurried over to her new room.

Naive and trusting indeed.

Possibly to her own detriment. It would have been so easy to harm her, had she been found by someone not as well-intentioned as Stephen.

He stared down at the kitchen counter thoughtfully. The empty takeout containers almost seemed to taunt his empty stomach. Next to it sat the empty plate of PBJs. She had inhaled an entire half of a loaf of bread.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He asked the air.

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Peter: Remember what Doctor Dad said- Harley: Ask no questions and you will be told no lies? Peter: No. Peter: I mean, he DID say that, but no.

[strangeironaf]

*Family group chat*

Tony: who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Peter: >:0 language

Morgan: yeah dad, watch your fucking language

Stephen: OKAY WHO TAUGHT MORGAN THE FUCK WORD

America: 'the fuck word'

Pepper: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time.

Harley: oh my god she censored it

Tony: Say fuck Pepp

Christine: do it Pepper. Say fuck.

[thesetwoidiots]

What If!Stephen: Peter Benjamin Parker! You are in so much trouble! Why. I have half a mind to-

Peter: Divide by zero!

What If!Stephen: *Freezes in Place*

Tony: The fuck just happened?

Peter: The demons in his body can't comprehend human math. He'll be like that for about an hour.

Tony: Well, at least I know how to get away from his tantrums now.

[masked-creator]

Heh…it’s been awhile huh?🙂‍↕️

Um..so anywayyyyy…..*drops America sketches and runs*

[memelovescaps]

I'd give up forever to touch you

He stopped in the doorway, the sight of her tear-streaked face twisting something deep within him. He’d faced horrors across universes, but nothing had ever prepared him for this: seeing her so vulnerable, so broken.

Seeing her look so painfully young and scared, so achingly familiar.

Her eyes. He was sure he would never forget them, wet, wide and scared. Something inside of him broke at the sight, and he took a ragged breath, his trembling hands twitching to hold her.

None of the monsters, not the loss he’d faced, not the fear, the pain... nothing cut as deep as seeing those tears on her face, a reminder of all she had lost at such a tender age.

Her wide, tear-bright eyes pulled at memories he rarely allowed himself to touch. Her small frame, curled and trembling, reminded him of a girl he hadn’t been able to save.

Donna.

He hadn’t been able to save her. She was his first failure, and he’d carried that guilt, that ache, like a wound that refused to close.

And now here was America, this brave, remarkable girl who needed him. But he couldn’t keep himself from trembling, afraid that history might repeat itself—that, despite everything, he could lose her, too. That she would become another ghost haunting his failures.

Yet, he couldn’t keep away from her. Even knowing how much it could hurt, her presence soothed an ache so deep, so woven in him, he hadn’t realised how much it had hurt. Until her.

“Ste—Stephen...” she voiced, her voice shaken, broken.

His mind was taken from that horrible night by the lake, his eyes, almost as wild as desperate as hers, focused on her.

His feet took him to her bed, opening his arms as she collided with him, tears rolling down her cheeks as a choked sob emerged from her throat.

He pulled her in, letting her curl up against him and hide against his chest, uncontrollable sobs wracking her. She seemed so small, so much smaller than the fierce girl he knew. It broke him, how much she’d endured, and he knew he couldn’t let her carry that pain alone.

“Shhh it’s alright Scout... I’m here,” his hand gently cradled her head as she buried her face deeper into his chest.

He felt her relax against him, her breath shuddering against his collar, and he pulled her closer, fighting the fear that gnawed at him. He would do whatever it took—he would be everything she needed, even if he had to guard every moment of her life. He couldn’t afford to fail again. He’d lost Donna once. But this time… with America… he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

The cloak moved from his shoulders, wrapping itself gently around them both, cocooning her against his chest. He let his arms settle around her, a fierce promise settling in his heart, grounding him in that quiet certainty.

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[wizardsaremomstoo]

Peter: Mom? How did dad propose?

Stephen: Oh! Um...

-Flashback; During an Intense Battle-

Tony: Stephen! If I die today, I want to know something important!

Stephen: Can it wait, Tony?! We're kind of in the middle of something!

Steve: And stop saying you're going to die!

Tony: No promises! Regardless, I need you to know, Stephen, that I caught the bouquet at a co-worker's wedding a week ago and planned a wedding between you and me for next week!

Stephen: WHAT?!

Natasha: An uplifting proposal.

Sam: Simply inspiring.

Clint: I feel so sorry for your kid.

-End of Flashback-

Stephen: *Nervously* It was a very romantic and well-planned event.

[foxssketching]

Iron Dad is maybe gone...but Doctor Dad is here 😊