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anthosaidsmth · 5 years

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10 Years Later & I'm Still Here...

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IronStrange Week Day 3: 10 years later|Dancing

IronStrange Bingo fill: Spirit

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Stephen walks into the cemetery, carrying a bouquet of white & pink roses -Tony's favorite- with his still trembling hand despite the years that had passed. He walks through the cemetery, not looking around, he just keeps himself walking. Everything is already familiar to him, he remembers how many trees there is, how many graves there is, how many steps he needs to take to reach his soulmate’s grave.

Stephen runs his hand across Tony’s tombstone, wiping off some of the dust while feeling the carved words on it. His hand lingers on Tony’s name, eyes start tearing up as the happy memories of them fill up his brain, he wipes of the tear drops the way Tony used to. Stephen puts the bouquet down beside the another one, the one Peter, Harley & Morgan brought 2 months ago, on Tony’s birthday. Stephen traces his fingers over Tony’s arc reactor that’s been there for years, remembering how he used to do it every time Tony is resting beside him, “Proof that Tony Stark has a heart...” he mumbles as his fingers trace over the words.

Stephen sits down beside the grave, he takes a deep breath before starting. “Hey, it’s been a while since the last time… & I still can’t live without you.” Stephen chuckles bitter sweetly, it’s true that even after years of being on his own, he still can’t move on, he’s stuck in the past by guilt even if it’s not him that caused Tony's death, it’s Tony's choice but he still blames himself for it. “It’s been a long & tired year & I’m sorry for not being here until now. Well… at least Peter finally have time to visit you with Harley & Morgan. Happy late birthday, honey… I’m sorry for not being there that day, I was busy fighting whatever that creature is. I'm sorry.” Stephen suddenly stops, letting out a sigh, not even noticing the tear drops forming in his eyes. “10 years… It’s been 10 years since your death & it’s a my fault. If I never tell you we only have one winning outcome, if we never be on Titan, if I just destroy the stone even before we meet Thanos…” Stephen forces the words out, the emotions struck him in just seconds after he started. Some people look towards him, shocked, They’ve seen Stephen for years but this is the first time he breaks down like this since the first time he’s here.

Stephen buries his face into his hands, starts sobbing from the overwhelming emotions. Suddenly, he can feels something, someone puts their hand on Stephen’s back, slowly moving down as if whoever they are are comforting him. He slowly turns around, expecting to see someone he’s familiar with but there’s no one. “Tony?” He whispers as he looks around, confused. He astral projects out from his body, he tried it before & ended up disappointed but he tries it anyway. He looks around, there’s nothing, not even a sign. “Again…” He lets out a sigh, his smile drops.

All the sudden, he feels someone wrapping their arms around his shoulder follows up with a familiar voice, a voice that he’s been waiting to hear again. “I miss you…” The arms wrap tighter, not willing to let go. “Miss you too.” Stephen replies, grabbing both arms & gently turns himself around, facing the man that he’s waiting for years. Tony runs his hand across Stephen's face, feeling the wrinkles on his fiancée’s face. “It’s been a rough 10 years, isn’t it?” Tony puts hand up onto Stephen’s completely gray hair, slowly stroking it, just like how they used to be. Their eyes locked at each other's, like they’re casted with a spell. “I love you.” Stephen whispers before putting his lips onto Tony's, feeling the soft lips rest on his. “I love you more.” Tony muffles the words out before leaning in.

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jeromesankaraao3 · 5 years

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When Medicine Fails, Science Prevails

Writer: JeromeSankara (me)

Pairings: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Warnings/triggers: Car Accident/Trauma

Status of completion: Ongoing

Summary: One fateful night, one look down to his phone, one text not sent. That's all it took for Stephen Strange to lose everything. His work, his hands, life as he knew it. But Tony Stark refuses to give up on him, not now, not ever. Tony also doesn't know what can be too much.

IronStrange Bingo Prompt: Bedside Vigil

IronStrange Week Prompt: Bedside Vigil

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18996277/chapters/45110077

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mindofironandheartofgold · 6 years

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#IronStrangeWeek Day 2:

Magic and Science

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pathetic-midgardian · 6 years

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Tony and Stephen in imminent death risk being saved by their cute loyal friends

This idea came to me a few days ago, but i thiink it fits into the #IronstrangeWeek2018 Day 3: Tony’s bots | The cloak of levitation @ironstrangehq

#tony stark #stephen strange #iron man #doctor strange #mcu #ironstrage #dum e #the cloak of levitation #robert downey jr #benedict cumberbatch #mcu gifset #my gifs #ironstrangeweek

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loveeesucks · 6 years

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Have You Ever Imagine...

Stephen met Tony when they were much younger and Tony still in his rebellion stage.

When Tony still lost himself in alcohol and cigarettes.

When Tony thought he just useless son of Howard Stark.

When Tony felt vulnerable and left behind because he couldn’t fit in.

When Tony really needs someone who could fix him and accepted him with all of his darkest side.

When Tony almost lost his heart and believed no one would ever love him...

Stephen were there.

Helped him. Kissed him. Hugged him...

and loved him.

Told him he would give everything for Tony.

Made him laughed, made him feel important.

Made him the happiest man on earth.

Stephen would heal and fix him

Well, maybe... maybe they wouldn’t be like they are today. we wouldn’t have Iron Man or Doctor Strange, but at least...

we would have a couple who love each other in their entire life and never let each other hand go.

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Iron Strange Week May 2018 - Day 5 - Healing/Hurting

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misterdoctorironstrange · 6 years

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ironstrange - first contact

The first time Stephen saw Tony Stark was on television. He’d declared he was Iron man, but Stephen didn’t care much for anything outside of medicine at the time.

The first time he met Tony Stark he didn’t know what to make of him. Arrogant? No. Egoist? Nope. Narcissist? Hardly. But he was handsome. And it registered with Stephen that that was not something he should be noticing. But the world was ending and there wasn’t any time for Stephen to dwell on the thought.

The first time Tony Stark asked for his opnion was on a flying donut. Stark suggested they go to Thanos. Stephen was shocked at first, but Tony’s reasoning was sound. And he had to agree. But he couldn’t promise to protect Stark or the kid. Even if Tony Stark’s proximity did things that made Stephen want to pull the smaller man closer.

The first time Tony died for him Stephen felt involuntary tears well up in his eyes. And Tony died. Again and again and again. And at some point all Stephen could do was scream in desperation. And every time Tony, something died inside Stephen too. And every time Tony died they lost.

The only time Tony lived they lost too. NO. No. They won. They won.

And then Tony died again a million times. And Stephen died a million times. And they lost a million times.

And when Tony caught Stephen and told him he was alright Stephen wanted to hold onto Tony forever. But he let go. And he told them the odds. And he made sure to lead them into the only reality where they won.

The second time Tony caught Stephen was after they’d been freed from the soul stone. And when Stephen stumbled into existence he felt himself crash into a warm body and strong arms gripped him around the waist to support him. He looked up directly into Tony’s eyes. They were both crying. Stephen pulled Tony into a hug. They were both alive.

The first time Stephen got to have a casual conversation with Tony was at the party celebrating the fixed universe. They sat at a hidden table. They talked about everything and nothing at all. And at some point in the evening - when they were both slightly tipsy from a few glasses of wine - Tony’s hand snuck closer to Stephen’s and he started tracing Stephen’s scars. The touch was light as a feather. Barely there and it made Stephen shiver nonetheless. But they didn’t mention it and the conversation continued without them acknowleding it.

The first time Tony declared they were friends was when they were getting starbucks after a long mission. Just the two of them - something normal by now.

The first time Stephen felt like a gaze from Tony could melt him was when he was helping Peter with his biology homework. When he caught Tony’s gaze and he was looking at him as though Stephen was something to eat and Stephen couldn’t tear his gaze away for what felt like ages.

The first time Tony kissed him they were watching movies on Tony’s couch. They’d both had a couple of glasses of wine and they were laughing at something a character on screen had done. Tony looked at Stephen with one of the softest looks he’d ever given the sorcerer and Stephen’s heart squeezed, his gaze locking with Tony’s. And Tony silently leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss against Stephen’s lips. When Tony pulled away Stephen clutched at his shirt and pulled him back for another kiss. And another. And another. Until Tony ended up on his lap and they were kissing like they haven’t kissed in millenia. After what felt like ages they pulled apart to gasp for air. “Finally.” He heard Tony say and Stephen couldn’t help but kiss his nose, making the smaller man chuckle.

It was also the first time Stephen Strange realised he was in love with Tony Stark.

_____my first work for ironstrange week xX @ironstrangehq

ahhh i love this ship it consumes my life

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thegreycloud · 6 years

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The Cloak of Levitation

Right off the bat, I just want to apologize for how short this is. School is stealing my time more than I’d like to admit, and I do have to mention I’m not the most efficient in both working and writing. However, I do think I’ll be able to upload something longer on Thursday or Friday, but then the schedule would be slightly interrupted since I’ll be leaving town. I do think I’ll still be able to write and upload content, so don’t give up on me just yet ;-;

Again, this was written for @ironstrangehq for IronStrange Week May 2018- Day 3 (5/16)

Word Count: 1296

Warnings: slight angst, cussing, too much fluff

*Warning: Infinity War Spoilers*

As always, criticisms are welcome. Inbox is always open.

The cloak is one of the most fascinating sentient ... beings Tony have seen.

Almost never leaving Stephen’s side, the piece of fabric protected the doctor from many potential dangers. If not for it, Tony is almost certain Stephen would have been dead by now.

Tony gave it a nickname. “Cloaky”.

It didn’t seem to care much for Tony after Stephen and Tony had their encounter. Sure, it was weird sometimes catching Strange hiding behind poles or corners, whispering to the cloak, probably about its behavior.

It had a personality, which is always fun. You can almost see the traits of its holder in the relic as well, sassy, a bit presumptuous, but also caring and gentle in moments when it needs to be.

In moments when it doesn’t sometimes as well.

About two months after meeting Strange, Tony woke up to the piece of cloth in the kitchen, scrubbing away at the counters contently. Now, of course, the lack of the magician in said clothing startled Tony. After realizing what was happening, Tony tried to tiptoe back to his room, until the cloak turned around at his footsteps.

Freezing, Tony steadily turned his head. It seemed to stare at Tony as he stared back, until it flew over the kitchen island, pulling out a chair.

What? Tony wasn’t sure what was happening, still a few feet away from the chair. The cloth seems to gesture to the chair, a bit more vigorously as few seconds went by and Tony’s feet still planted at its original spot.

Walking over, Tony obeyed what Cloaky seems like it wanted him to do. After he took a seat, the piece of cloth resumed wiping the counter, taking note of Tony once in a while.

Like that, a few minutes went by and Tony’s eyes were closed, as he began to think of ways to improve one of his latest technological devices.

This continued until Tony heard a clear click right in front of him. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon on his plate. He was handed a fork, along with salt and pepper shakers.

Looking up, Tony registered the fact that what was doing this is still a piece of cloth. Reluctantly, he took the items from the cape. He took a glance at the cape, which was now in the process of washing some pans.

The cape noticed Tony’s gaze, seemingly pointing to the plate in front of him.

Tony took a bite out of the scrambled eggs. It was... fine.

A voice came rushing in, with footsteps loud enough to make Tony’s chair shake lightly, “goddammit where are you?”

It was Stephen, with his usual get up but the cape missing. He briefly glanced around the room before noticing Tony. He then looked over at the kitchen, “what are you doing?”

The cape gave little reaction, continuing to dry the plates it washed.

Letting out a long sigh, Stephen began, “I’m so sorry, Tony. This one is a little eccentric at times. I hope it didn’t make you feel weird.”

“Oh,” Tony looked at the man, still getting used to seeing him around the tower, “Cloaky here is all good. It made me breakfast, actually.”

Stephen bit his lip, that little shit, “ I promise I’ll try to stop him from bothering you.”

Catching his expression, Tony’s confusion grew, “it’s all okay. He’s not doing any harm anyway. But you seem... angry?”

Stephen shuffled, “yeah, well,” he turned his face sideways, “it’s nothing.”

“Tell me,” Tony noticed the slightest hint of a blush on the doctor’s face.

“I’m okay.”

“Look,” Tony walked over, standing right in front of Stephen, “tell. Me.”

“...” the doctor’s head was still down, “promise me not to laugh.”

This is getting interesting, “I promise.”

“Well, I might have been talking to myself yesterday. It probably overheard it.”

“Talking about what?”

“Well,” Stephen blushed harder, growing from a palish pink to magenta, “I was complaining how... how I never see you eat normally if any at all. After our midnight talks, I would never see you eat or drink much during the day unless it’s some sort of alcohol."

Silence filled the room.

“Uh, what? Why would you be concerned?”

That seems to... damage the doctor’s confidence a little, “well, you’re a friend. A good one, really. And I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you, not that I’m saying I would want it to anyone else, but..."

“Stephen.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you care about me?”

“...yes?”

“Tell me. What am I going through that needs so much attention from you?”

Stephen darted his eyes around, finally allowing them to settle on Tony. He looked at Tony with this softness, this care.

“Tony,” he finally started after a few seconds, “you’ve been through so much more than anyone would know. You don’t tell anyone the stakes you carry just to be yourself, to prove to the world you deserve to be who you are. I know, you know. I know that you barely get any sleep at night, I know you overwork yourself to try to improve things little by little. I see that guilt you have in your eyes for letting even a single life be sacrificed for the greater good. And you have no idea, no idea how much I want to tell you to stop, to stop because you’re hurting yourself by doing this.”

He paused for a second, gazing down at the floor, “you don’t deserve to do this alone. You deserve much more than what you put yourself through,” he slowly moved his head, staring at Tony directly, “it hurts me to see you do that to yourself.”

Silence.

In truth, Tony didn’t know what to do. Here is a man seeing him for everything he is, for every vulnerability and weakness he is and accepts it. He not only accepts it, but he’s concerned. Like, actually concerned for someone like him. Tony focused on the doctor for a second, taking in his features. His facial hair, his cheekbones, his jawline, his eyes. Oh, his eyes.

They were like a portal that opened to another world. Time and time again, Tony had to restrain himself from looking in them directly.

He was somehow so much more. He was there in his moments of weakness, in his most dire and desperate moments. And for whatever reason, he stayed there regardless of how much of an asshole Tony was being that day, listening and willing to discuss everything he has to say.

At some point in his life, Tony realize, he needed him. He needed his company, his companionship, his understanding, his reassurance, his acceptance. He needed his snarkiness and arrogance, which he often would have fun bantering with.

Among all, he can’t live without his care and affection, not matter how late it is for him to realize it.

Tony’s hand moved, placing itself upon the doctor’s shoulders. Slowly, he wrapped the other arm around the doctor.

Stephen was frozen at his actions but eventually relaxed into the hug. As he began to pull away, Tony stopped him. Their faces were now centimeters apart.

Stephen can practically feel his walls crumbling. He was vulnerable, so very vulnerable in that second.

“I like you too.”

Shock is evident in the doctor’s eyes as he stared at Tony, not believing his ears. When he finally began to recognize it as the truth, he leaned in.

The kiss was soft, somehow you can even feel the shyness through it. Stephen’s tongue glided along Tony’s lip as Tony’s explored Stephen’s mouth. Eventually, the two melted into it, hands moving on to each other.

Finally pulling away, Stephen smiled, “now I got to thank that stupid cloak.”

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ironstrangehaven · 5 years

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IronStrange Week Day 6 starts now!!!!

Day 6 (5/25) : Grief/Mourning | Chocolate

Please mention @ironstrangehaven to let us know

Please use the tag: ironstrangeweek2019

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aprettystrangeblog · 6 years

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Marry Me/Now or Never (ironstrange drabbles #6, ironstange week edition)

Day number six (Getting together | Getting Married)! Obviously I had to write something very soft for his one,,,

Tags/warnings: #vaguely implied n_sfw (nothing explicit), #RIP pepperony (brief mention), #I am very soft right now, #this one’s a bit long

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Tony had debated about how to best pop the question for almost a year now.

He and Stephen were extremely open and communicative about their relationship, and for the past few years they’d mutually decided that it would be too complicated and too risky to get married with so much chaos and trouble brewing in the cosmos. Most of the Avengers remembered too well how their loved ones of the past had been used against them, and neither Tony nor Stephen were willing to let that happen to each other. So instead they’d spent their quiet relationship stealing moments where they could, cherishing nights where no one would need them, snatching quick kisses in the shadows of their enemies. They’d waited patiently, content to simply be something a little more than friends. But the past months has been mysteriously quiet of any danger or catastrophic world events, and Tony was starting to get antsy. He couldn't possibly wait for another moment of peace to roll around in several years time. It was now or never.

But how best to go about it?

He could propose in front of the whole wide world, like he’d done with Pepper all those years ago (until that relationship came to a mutual close-- it hadn’t been fair to Pepper to keep running off on world-saving missions). He could do it in the sight of his teammates and friends, but that would give them WAY too much material to tease him with until the end of time. He could build a crazy cool proposal bot that could… no, too complicated. Ring in a fancy glass of champagne at dinner? Too materialistic. A night in Paris under the Eiffel Tower? ...nah, too cliche. He could go the dramatic route-- drop to his knees after a near-death battle and beg Stephen to marry him on the spot-- but that was even MORE cliche. More than once he’d been tempted to simply ask him out of the blue without any warning, just to see him spit out his morning tea and gag in surprise. But frankly, all those ideas sucked, and Tony was no closer to deciding anything.

The only thing Tony HAD decided on was a ring. It was a heavy, simple thing, wrought out of a dark dusty gold. It looked plain at a quick glance, but on closer inspection it was engraved with dozens of magical symbols and spells of protection and love and life. He’d enlisted a far too amused Wong to help him with that, and though he’d complained the whole time, Tony could tell there was part of him that was pleased. Or at least happy enough that he hadn’t ratted Tony out to anyone yet, including Stephen himself.

But that had been over two months ago. The ring had taken up residence in Tony’s bedside drawer, tucked in a neat black box under a pile of mechanical bits and bobs Tony tinkered with when he couldn’t sleep. Occasionally he dug it out just to look on it, promising himself that today would be the day. But each time worked up the courage, he backed out at last minute. And then he cursed himself and tried to think up a new plan, this one even better than the last failed one. And so the nervous cycle continued, Stephen blissfully unaware (or, at least pretending to be unaware) of what his short and anxious boyfriend was up to.

And it looked like today was going to be no different. Tony woke up to the glare of the morning sun streaming through his window, sleepy eyes immediately flicking towards his bedside drawer. Maybe today. They were going out for dinner tonight, he remembered. Maybe then. Maybe during dessert? Or while they were walking home under the glow of the moon? Or in the dead of night as they lay entwined in Tony’s bed, perhaps…

Beside him in bed Stephen shifted, still asleep. The morning sun shone down on his face, bathing him in an ethereal glow as his chest rose and fell in time with his breathing. He must have tossed the covers aside in the middle of the night (Tony discovered that particular habit of his when he’d woken up one morning swamped in blankets and Stephen next to him, completely uncovered), and the remaining blankets were tangled up in his long legs. He was wearing nothing but a pair of Tony’s sweatpants, the hem of some brand-name underwear just barely peeking out from under them to hug his hips. He snored away softly, nose scrunched up and his cheek was squished against his pillow, but Tony decided that he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

As tempted as he was to reach across the bed and kiss Stephen, Tony made himself slide out of bed and pick up his AC/DC shirt from of the floor where it had ended up last night. As he pulled the rumpled fabric over his head and changed into a pair of fresh underwear, he thought about the day ahead. He was going to be busy; there was a UN meeting at noon, an Avengers meeting before that, and probably an afternoon full of checking up on the various security systems he’d put in place after the last attack on New York a little over a year ago. They seemed to be doing their job, plainly, but one could never be too safe.

Tony frowned as he looked up, searching around for his pants. They were nowhere to be seen at the moment, so Tony’s eyes inadvertently wandered back over to Stephen’s sleeping form, his gaze softening. All he wanted in the world at this very moment was the sorcerer.

Now or never.

Tony sucked in a breath, a burst of excitement and nervous energy washing over him. Now or never. He tapped at a panel on the wall, waking F.R.I.D.A.Y.

“F- F.R.I.D.A.Y,” Tony, murmured with his newfound giddiness. “Tell the Avengers I’m going to be late to the team meeting.”

“Sir?” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s accented voice echoed softly from the wall. “Are you feeling well? My sensors suggest your heart rate is going unusually fast. Do you need me to also alert the Avengers that--”

“No! No, I’m fine. Just-” he sucked in another breath, almost bouncing on the balls of his bare feet. “Just let them know Stephen and I will be around later. Tell them not to come looking for us.”

If Tony had programed F.R.I.D.A.Y with more of a smartass personality, he might have gotten some more questions than that. But the AI was simply quiet for a moment, then replied with a simple, “will do, Boss.” Tony imagined her zooming off through her network to gossip with Vision or Wanda about what he might be up too, then shook the silly image from his mind. He had something to do this morning.

Tony padded across the room and back into his bed, leaning over Stephen with all the care in the world. His heart felt as though it was stuttering in his chest as he leaned down to press his mouth against the sorcerer’s forehead; Stephen shifted, smiling sleepily.

“G’mornin,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering open to meet Tony’s.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Tony’s hand shook slightly as he pushed Stephen’s messy hair back from his face, a shy smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. Fighting monsters? No problem. Getting whisked away to some abandoned planet? Tony never sweated it. Asking his boyfriend to marry him? Another matter entirely.

He must have looked queasy, because Stephen politely pulled away from his hand to prop himself up in bed.

“Tony?” he asked, pushing the blankets off himself so he could sit up in bed cross-legged, a usual morning habit of his. “Are you feeling okay? You look like you’re on the verge of… something.”

“I’m fantastic” Tony reassured him with a smile, but there was a nervous crack to his voice that made Stephen squint in a concerned, sleepy way. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. “Can I take both your hands for a sec, honey?”

Stephen smiled at Tony’s question, always appreciating whenever he asked permission to touch his scarred up hands. He held them out towards his boyfriend, nodding.

“They’re all yours.”

For the first time ever, Tony’s hands were trembling worse than Stephen’s. He tried to ignore that as he took the sorcerer’s hands in his own, giving them a gentle squeeze. Where did he even start? There was so much he wanted to say.

“Stephen,” Tony breathed, his body relaxing a little. “I ain’t… I’m not real good at being sappy,” he admitted, looking down at their entwined hands. “But, uhm, here goes.”

He looked back up at Strange, who, to his credit, looked on with a gentle, patient innocence that seemed to boost Tony’s confidence.

“Stephen, I’ve, I’ve loved you since I met you.” Tony breathed in again, his heart rate slowly returning to normal. “Remember when we met? Your cloak slapped me and you told me my Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor sucked, remember?”

“I did not!” Stephen said indignantly, cracking a sunny smile. “I said it was chalky. It was!”

Tony had to laugh. “Fine, fine, whatever. The point is, I… kinda really fell hard for you,” he murmured. “You stuck by my side and believed in me, and I wanted nothing more than to do everything in my power to protect you.” Another breath, another gentle squeeze of the hands. “You comforted me when I had nightmares, and you held me when I panicked. And I can’t tell you how grateful I was, how grateful I am, for everything you do.”

Stephen was smiling, though his eyebrows were creased slightly, undoubtedly wondering what all this was about.

“Of course I did, Tony,” he whispered. “And you helped me with my hands. You let me lean on your shoulder and you supported me through the hard times, too.” He shifted so that he was closer to Tony, so close that he could feel his warm breath on his nose. “Are you sure you’re okay? What’s going on?”

Tony’s lip trembled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Don’t cry, you old sap, don’t cry!

“Stephen, I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life, because… because you’re in it with me. I can’t imagine a single day without you next to me. These past few years with you have been the best of my whole time here on earth, and… and… I want you by my side for the rest of my days.” He reached over, fumbling with his bedside drawer and wrenching it open. Mechanical bits and bobs clinked together as he fished out the little black box, pulling it into his lap in plain sight.

Stephen’s eyes widened with sudden, shocked understanding.

“Tony…! I…”

“Stephen,” Tony whispered, voice a little choked up. “Look, I love you more than anything in this world.” He opened the box with a gentle click, and heard Strange’s sharp gasp of breath as the morning sun glimmered off of the ring. Tony ignored his own misty eyes, and took Stephen’s hands in his own again as he did his best to kneel on the bed.

“Would you please marry me?”

A heartbeat of stunned, agonizing silence followed before Stephen threw his arms around Tony.

“Yes,” he breathed, holding onto Tony as if he were the last thing in the world. “God Tony, yes, of course!”

Tony managed a giddy laugh, holding just as tight to Stephen. He pulled him down onto the bed for a kiss, a couple of happy tears dripping down onto the sorcerer’s face as their mouths pressed together. Tony fumbled around with a free hand, grabbing the little black box and reluctantly pulling away from the kiss.

“Well, you’ll be needing a ring then,” Tony chuckled, tugging the engagement ring out of its cushioned box. He took Stephen’s left hand gently in his own and slid the ring onto his finger, both their hands trembling.

Stephen’s face lit up with joy as the ring made a sparking sound, the engravings glowing briefly before fading. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, twisting it on his finger. He looked up at Tony, a twinkle in his eye. “Did you drag Wong into helping you with this? How long have you guys been keeping the secret?”

Tony grinned, wrapping his arms around Stephen again, holding him from behind. “Oh, just a couple months,” he said arily, tucking his chin over the sorcerer’s shoulder. “I was afraid Wong would spill.”

Stephen smiled, twisting to kiss Tony again. “Damn you two,” he murmured, snuggling down into the embrace. “It’s perfect.”

The couple fell quiet, each simply happy to hold the other. Tony’s eyes closed lazily in the morning sun, while Stephen was simply content to admire his ring and be spooned. After a while the sorcerer’s hands glowed orange briefly, and the blankets by the foot of the bed straightened themselves out and floated upwards to tuck around the pair of them. The room was quiet and full of sunshine and love and peace.

And a Tony drew his love closer, he was glad he hadn’t popped the question in any other way.

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lantia · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Not Canon Compliant, basically the fluffy aftermath of Endgame we all deserve and need, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Peter and Natasha are bros as the spiders should, Harley Keener & Peter Parker Friendship, Memes, All the memes, Peter Harley and Shuri do some not so subtle matchmaking, Butterflies, Oblivious Idiots Are Oblivious, Pre-Relationship, because I breathe for all the slow burn, Banter Summary:

Stephen starts getting some weird looks from the Avengers, spanning across disturbed, confused and even scared all the way to curious. He dismisses it at first until weird turns into knowing.

And knowing turns into realizing...even if the scheming teenagers had to all but paint it on the walls for him to do so. Oh wait...

IronStrange Week 2019 May ~ Day 2 - Butterflies

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anthosaidsmth · 5 years

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IronStrange Week Day 2 (Butterflies) / IronStrange Bingo fill (Space)

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IronStrange Week Day 2: Butterflies|Ashes

IronStrange Bingo fill: Space

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Loneliness,

Tony thought he knows how it feels. Well, he's not completely wrong but the emptiness of the void is way more terrifying, the complete silence is enough to drive Tony insane, leaving him alone with his thoughts, the voice in his head. Tony just lost everything, he lost the fight, he lost everyone he loved, he lost everything.

Now he’s stranded on a desolated planet, light years away from earth with nothing but a strangers' ship & a blue cyborg, that’s enough for Tony to get back to earth but food & water supplies become a bigger problem, now he’s in the middle of the space, starving, dehydration, the last thing he knows is that oxygen will run out in the next few hours.

The emptiness does nothing but leaving Tony alone with his thoughts, blaming himself for Peter & Stephen’s death, the only people that actually love him. If it isn’t for him, Stephen won’t need to give up the time stone to save his life, Thanos won’t be able to wipe out half of the universe. If it isn’t for him, Stephen, Peter & everyone else will survive. He sits down, slowly laying down. He knows that he will die from lack of oxygen in a few hours, he rather let himself drifts off & die in a peaceful sleep than slowly dies in tremendous pain. If he drifts off, he will probably meet Stephen again in his dream, looks at him one last time, knowing that this is how it’s going to end, dying from hypoxia in the empty void, left to rot & no one will know about it until they somehow find the ship that is lost in nowhere. Even if he wants to sleep, he can’t, the loneliness starting to creep in, he is on the edge of insanity.

After minutes of struggling to & failing to fall asleep, he supports himself up with his barely alive body & sits up arduously. He picks up his iron man helmet, he figures that it’s better if he records a message before he faces his fate, death. He sets the busted helmet down before turning it on. “Is this thing on?” He gently taps the helmet with a sigh, making sure it is working. “Hey, Pep, Rhodey... If you find this recording, please don’t feel bad ‘bout this, part of the journey is the end. Food & water ran out 4 days ago, oxygen will run out in a few hours & if I’m lucky enough, I might drift off & die without suffering. Actually, at this point, I don’t even care anymore, I already lost Peter & Stephen, I’ve suffered enough that I’m already immune to it. I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna find this damn thing, god I don’t even know if you guys are still alive...” Tony’s voice is rough, his throat hurts from dehydration but he doesn’t care, he continues. “If my calculation is right, I will be dead in approximately 3 hours. So, Stephen... Peter... I’m waiting for our reunion now...” His voice started to crack as Stephen & Peter start appearing in his mind again.

Tony leans forward & turns off his helmet as a glowing blue butterfly enters his vision, it is identical to those that Stephen turned the dark energy into in the fight against Thanos. It lands on his helmet before starts flying around him. Tony shakes his head, thinking it is just a hallucination & trying to shake it off but it isn’t, it’s still there, just in front of his eyes. “S-Stephen?” He reaches out to the butterfly, it slowly lands on Tony’s hand. It looks like it’s trying to give Tony a message, trying to tell him something.

A swarm of butterflies appears, huddling together & slowly revealing a familiar face, the sorcerer's astral projection. He gives Tony a bittersweet smile, saying nothing, just standing there. Tony slowly gets up & gives Stephen a hug before realizing it’s just his astral projection, that they can’t do anything other that seeing each other. “Stephen?” Tony whispers, he can’t tell if he’s hallucinating or Stephen is in front of him. Stephen gives him a small nod before opening his mouth. “Yes, Tony. This is me, I’m here for you. You can rest now...”

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