Stephen's POV of getting attacked by the Souls of the Damned in Multiverse of Madness.
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They pulled on his hands, his arms and his face, causing Stephen to wince as phantom pain assaulted his nerves, traveling across dozens of multiverses to antagonize him in the safety of the Sanctum. It wasn't even Stephen's Sanctum; his was a place of comfort and peace, while this one was anything but. Through his closed eyes, he could still picture the swirls of darkness from the incursion taking everything hostage, snatching it greedily to never return. The Sanctum didn't have soothing wood designs or expensive furniture to accompany the ancient relics, it had dark accents and melted candles. Candles that Stephen used to possess his own dead body.
It sounded like an elaborate dream, but it was real; strange, but real.
"Sapiosexual - a person who finds intelligence sexually attractive or arousing"
I found this on the internet today and immediately thought of Stephen. Can you write something about it?
“Come to the fundraising gala,” Christine pleaded. “I got signed up by Broussard. I don’t want to go alone.”
Stephen snorted. “Not happening.”
Christine was not deterred. “There’s a chance Tony Stark will be there. SI is in discussion with Metro to replace our MRIs.”
Stephen flushed. “I hardly see why that would affect me,” he noted, trying to sound unbothered. He never should have mentioned the fact that he’d developed something of a parasocial relationship—not a celebrity crush, thank you very much—when it came to Tony Stark.
He blamed Genius Like You. Stark’s YouTube channel where he met with different ‘experts’ in various fields and worked with them to make their specialties more digestible for the average person with a willingness to invest themselves in learning.
Stephen hadn’t been overly interested, but then he’d watched a clip of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner—one of Stark’s regularly repeating experts—discussing medical applications of gamma radiation and he’d been invested.
At first he’d been more interested in Banner—he was clearly more educated in the medical field—but he’d watched a few other clips and it had become clear that Stark was brilliant. He could converse with every expert that made it onto his YouTube channel about their specialty, and the way he broke things down made it clear he understood it all.
It was, for lack of better terminology, hot.
Stephen had had fantasies.
“You know, you’re considered an expert, yourself,” Christine pointed out, slyly. “I don’t think Genius Like You has hosted an expert in nerve regeneration, yet.”
Stephen flushed at the implication. “I doubt the average person could understand what I do.”
“Kind of the point, isn’t it?” Christine smirked. “I bet Tony Stark would understand.”
Your arrival here confuses and destabilizes reality. The larger the footprint you leave behind, the greater the risk of an incursion. Incursion? An incursion occurs when the boundary between two universes erodes, and they collide. Destroying one, or both, entirely.
Can you write about Christine and Pepper setting up ironstrange on a blind date?
“Are we really spying on them?” Pepper asked as she peered carefully over her prop book to where Stephen was waiting for Tony to show up.
“I wouldn’t call it spying,” Christine responded. “Just… checking in.”
“Right,” Pepper agreed. Checking in. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Tony showed up five minutes later, apparently Pepper’s threats of more paperwork if he was late had worked.
It was hard to tell how the date was going from where she and Christine were eating. She couldn’t see Tony’s face, just Stephen’s, and she didn’t know Stephen well enough to guess what he was thinking.
She groaned when Tony threw down his cheap, paper napkins half way through the dinner, pushing his chair back. Strange copied him, something sharp in his eyes. Oh god. Tony better not be about to make a scene.
“Oh no,” Christine whispered. “Stephen’s wearing his ‘won’t back down’ expression.”
The sharpness of Tony’s posture said something similar. Pepper let out a sigh. It had been too much to hope that this date worked out, wasn’t it?
Tony stormed out of the diner, Stephen following after him.
Pepper sighed. “Well, that was a bust,” she said.
Christine looked equally disappointed. “I really thought they’d be a good match,” she said.
They finished dinner themselves before Pepper headed to the tower. Tony would probably want to complain about the failure of a date she’d convinced him to go on. She stepped into the private elevator.
“You may wish to come back tomorrow,” JARVIS told her, instead of taking her up. “Sir, is rather engaged at the moment.”
“Engaged?”
“I do not believe you will need to take out the trash, tomorrow morning, Miss Potts. This one, I believe, may be around for some time.”
It took me SO MUCH TIME to finish it I can believe it’s over XwX
I hope you’re going to like this animatics I made about What if...? Supreme Strange :)))) It’s a part 1 of a story I have in mind :) Take this as the first minutes of a 20-40 long episode or the first chapter of a fanfic /o/ And I forget to precise this is more a board for 3D animation than 2D
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