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FtM Tony telling Stephen that he’s trans after months of being scared to tell the sorcerer in fear that Stephen would reject him?

Stephen watched Toni, as Toni grabbed the leftovers from the fridge to throw into the microwave. “You okay?” he asked. Toni had been flittering about all evening, fingers tapping against her thighs and drawing away when Stephen reached out. 

“I… yes. Of course.” Toni didn’t look at him, focused unerringly on the microwave. “Obviously. Why?”

Stephen frowned. “You seem… anxious.”

“Me? Anxious?” Toni let out an uneasy laugh. “Never.”

“Toni,” Stephen said gently. “What’s wrong?”

Toni slumped. “I… There’s something I need to tell you,” she said finally. “I… I just don’t… I wanted one last good night, before…”

Stephen’s heart raced at the implication. “Toni? Are you… breaking up with me?”

Toni shook her head, sharp and adamant. “No, of course not! I just… I think you’re going to break up with me.”

What? “Toni, I’m so in love with you it’s not funny.”

Toni wouldn’t look at him. “I’m…” She took a deep breath. “I think I’m trans.” The microwave finished warming the food; Toni didn’t react. “I’m… I’m a guy. I think.”

Stephen froze, trying to figure out how to respond. “You think?”

Toni shrugged, still not looking at him. “No,” she whispered. “I know.”

Stephen contemplated the declaration. “Do you… want me to call you something different?” he asked.

“I… I like Toni,” she said. “But… you know, as in Anthony. With a Y.”

That made things convenient. “And… He/Him?” Stephen checked. “They/Them? I know there are others, but I haven’t researched them, but I can, if you—”

“He/Him,” Toni—Tony—said. “It’s… I’m not ready to go public,” he said. “I will, someday. But not…”

“In private, then,” Stephen said.

Tony looked over his shoulder, anxiety in his eyes. “You’re not breaking—”

“I love you, Tony,” Stephen said. “This doesn’t change that.”

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A happy reunion between Stephen and Tony at some gala.

“Oh my word.” Christine’s elbow dug into Stephen’s side. “It’s Stark,” she hissed.

“Who?” Stephen glanced down at her.

“Stark? Tony Stark?” Stephen’s heart leapt in his chest. “Iron Man?” she added. She rolled her eyes at him. “Even you know who Tony Stark is.”

Stephen barely heard her, turning in the direction she’d been looking. The sight of Tony—as breathtaking as ever—stole his breath. Did Tony know Stephen was here? Stephen and his research team were getting honored—the Flexner award—but his name had been just another on the list. Easy for Tony to have overlooked. 

The need to approach Tony itched at Stephen. But… he couldn’t. He didn’t know if Tony even remembered him. The thought of humiliating himself by approaching Tony in front of everyone only to get the ‘Tony Stark brush off’…

Tony turned in his direction; their eyes met.

Tony’s smile turned dazzling and bright and… and real. Tony disengaged from his group, cutting through the crowd toward Stephen.

“Oh god,” Christine hissed, hand grabbing Stephen’s elbow. “He’s coming this way.”

Tony stopped in front of him, soft smile on his face. “Look at you, Stephen Strange.”

Stephen heard Christine inhale.

“Tony,” he responded.

Tony glanced at Christine. “Date?” Stephen couldn’t read his tone.

Stephen shook his head. “Friend.” Christine nudged him again. “Oh, right, this is Christine Palmer. Fellow doctor at—”

“Metro General,” Tony said. “I know.”

Stephen flushed. “You’re not a doctor,” he said. “Any reason for being here?”

Tony arched an eyebrow. “I promised, didn’t I?”

The words hit hard, the memory of that night when they’d been sleep deprived college students who thought they’d figured everything out.

You’re gonna be the best, you asshole, I’m going to be there when the rest of the world figures it out.

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Sorry (Let Me Say It Back)

(Sequel to Sorry and Sorry (I Still Love You).)

Stephen had been in the apartment.

It was all Tony could think about as he laid in bed, the other side of the bed empty as it had been for the last year, the sheets cool to the touch.

There had been people who’d have filled it, who’d have warmed the sheets for a night or longer, if he’d let them.

Tony’d never thought about it for more than a second.

Tony didn’t know how Stephen had gotten in to the apartment—well, he could guess, based off Christine’s flustered talk of portals in the hospital supply closet—but he had. So maybe Tony did know how—even if he didn’t understand it in the slightest—but he sure as hell didn’t know why Stephen had come at all.

Because Stephen had left.

Stephen had left with nothing more than a mostly-empty sheet of paper and an apology composed of two paltry words that had, nonetheless, haunted Tony for the better part of a year.

And then he’d come back, the careful, barely legible script declaring I still love you on the same note that Tony had tortured himself with, an unmistakable sign of his return—momentary though it must have been.

What did that mean?

Conceptually, Tony understood the words. But if they were true… if they were true, why hadn’t Stephen stayed. If they were true, then… then why…

No.

No. He wasn’t going to do this to himself. He wasn’t going to… He took a deep breath and shoved himself out of bed. The wood was cool beneath his bare feet, almost grounding when Tony’s mind was a mess with so many thoughts knocking him off kilter.

He stopped when he reached the living room, not sure, exactly where he had planned to go to escape the thoughts of Stephen, and his presence in Tony’s—not their—apartment, and those damning words Stephen had left behind.

I still love you.

“Then why aren’t you here?” Tony whispered. His feet took him to the wall of windows  giving him a view out into the city. He pressed his head against the cool glass, staring down at the street below. Stephen had proved that he could get in if he wanted. Stephen had proved that he knew exactly where Tony was. Stephen had proved…

Except Tony knew why.

Because Stephen had left.

But so had Tony.

Stephen had left with nothing more than an apology that had never been enough. Tony had left with even less than that—though to be fair of him, where was Tony supposed to send the apology when Stephen had disappeared on him?

Except Tony was Tony. If he’d wanted to, he could have found Stephen. Could have found him and demanded answers. Could have found him and… and told Stephen… 

He could have told Stephen he’d still be there, when Stephen was ready to come home.

Tony swallowed hard, emotion twisting into an ugly ball in his chest, writhing with rancid guilt.

It sounded so easy when he said it that way. 

Stephen had been going through hell. Tony knew that. He had done everything he could to be by Stephen’s side while Stephen recovered. Had done everything he could to make sure that Stephen would get through the destruction of his life and the loss of the very thing that had given Stephen purpose.

Then Stephen had left and Tony…

Tony’d given up on them just as much as Stephen had.

He turned, pressing his back against the windows and sliding to the ground. His gaze fixed on an empty space in the living room. It could almost be looked over, could almost look natural.

Tony had always been a minimalist, in that way. Had never seen the need to fill his living space with things. He’d kept that for his lab and the excess of projects he always had going on, or his garage filled with more cars than any one person really needed.

But in his apartments, he’d never kept much. Empty space didn’t draw the eye. If someone didn’t know, they might never guess that that empty space was the perfect size for a grand piano.

Tony didn’t move the rest of the night, the glass at his back slowly warming from the heat leaking through Tony’s shirt. The dim light of the rising sun cascaded into his apartment. It was nothing more than sentiment that made it feel like the sun shone a little brighter where the piano was supposed to be.

Without realizing, some part of him had already decided what he had to do.

It took three days to get the piano back into the apartment, fully tuned and shined.

Tony knew he was being an idiot. That moving the piano—Stephen’s piano—back into the apartment didn’t actually mean anything. Didn’t change anything. Didn’t…

Except, Tony’d always been a bit of an idiot, when Stephen was involved.

Stephen had been here once. That didn’t mean Stephen would show up again—maybe Stephen had already gotten all the closure he needed. 

There was no guarantee Stephen would understand what the act of restoring the piano to its rightful place even meant if he did for some reason show up. Except, Stephen had always understood Tony better than most, had read into Tony’s actions all the words he’d never quite figured out how to say.

Still… Tony had one last thing to do.

The paper was worn in his hand from a year of being handled. Two words printed, another four added in a difficult to read scrawl.

Both messages left by Stephen.

The pen weighed heavy in Tony’s hand as he tried to figure out what to write. What message would express the confusion and the guilt Tony struggled with.

What message would somehow put to words everything he needed to say.

In the end…

Stephen had said it best.

I’m sorry, Tony wrote.

Sorry he’d given up on Stephen—not just on Stephen, on them. Sorry he had ripped away Stephen’s home in a fit of guilt and anger and loss. Sorry that even now, he couldn’t make himself go looking for Stephen out of fear of what he’d find.

His hand shook a little as he wrote the next line, once again a direct copy of Stephen’s own words.

But he couldn’t help that Stephen had said it first, and best, and that Tony’d never been all that good with words in the first place.

I still love you.

He drew away from the paper, examining his own words, messier than printed words that had ended everything, cleaner than Stephen’s shaky print that felt like the start of something new.

Tony didn’t know if Stephen would show up again or if he’d never be back. He didn’t know what he would do either way.

But for now, he took the paper with the final message Stephen had left him and placed it on the piano in place of sheet music.

He wondered if it could even possibly be enough.

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Look, I was going to do a drabble today, but I ended up spending all evening writing this instead...

I had other writing plans tonight, they did not happen. Hopefully you guys enjoy this, though!

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Went to take a shower and was recalling an amazing ironstrange fic and after I came out of the shower I tried finding it on my many open tabs only to realise... The fic was in my head and I made it up so it doesn't exist anywhere else. TT

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my instagram explore page loves showing me those like erotic dark romance novel tiktoks and i really have to wonder: why do all these straight women desperately want to fuck a mafia boss

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“How much do you love Pepper?”

The question came out of nowhere. Tony pulled himself out from where he was neck-deep in machinery, and looked up at the Wizard who sat occupying one of his several workshop chairs, his eyes still fixed on the book in his lap.

“More than the world,” Tony replied honestly. “It’s scary, honestly.”

It truly was scary, the lengths he knew he could go to for the people he loved.

Stephen did look up from his book, then.

“Let’s just say, hypothetically—” Tony raised an eyebrow at that, “—that Pepper was in love with someone else. And they loved her. And they were very happy as they were.”

Tony could sense there was something deeper going on here than simply hypotheticals. What, exactly, he wasn’t sure. Yet.

“And let’s say,” Stephen continued, “that you had the power to change that. You had the power to keep her all to yourself, to make her forget all about that person, and that person all about her. Literally. And no one would ever know what you had done, or that things had ever been any different than the reality you fabricated. She would love you, would never know what she has lost, and you’d never give her a reason to feel any less happier. And before you ask, no, it will not create any unfortunate side-effects for anyone or anything.”

Tony’s brows progressively creased at the very dubious description of this hypothetical.

“If you had the power to do all that,” Stephen concluded, “Would you?”

Tony opened his mouth to give the obvious answer that no, I wouldn’t do that, because that’s wrong.

But then he paused, jaw snapping shut, as he realized something after rerunning Stephen’s words through his head.

Stephen was talking about a scenario where consequences stopped mattering. Where, perhaps, morals stopped mattering. Because no one would ever know that Pepper’s life had been manipulated — not even Pepper herself — not only that, but Tony knew he would treat Pepper the way she deserved, would give her all his love, his soul, heck, the world if she asked for it.

He knew that he would keep her happy, and that she would do the same for him. Because that was how it was, in present, in the reality.

So, with all that in mind, even if it was morally wrong to play with someone’s memories, to fabricate a reality that hadn’t always been the truth, did it really matter that those things had been done? Because at the end of the day, there would be no consequences, no repercussions, nothing negative that would come out of it.

Suddenly the question felt a lot more terrifying. It almost felt like a test, of sorts, of a person’s integrity. And Tony did not have a lot of integrity to spare. No, he was more than willing to bend the rules sometimes if it meant that it would help him achieve what’s best for this world.

(Except, he wasn’t very good at telling what qualified as ‘best for this world’ either, now, was he?)

So.. if he were to be tempted into it.. wouldn’t he give in? Wouldn’t he want to have Pepper? He wanted to say no, that he wouldn’t let himself fall into that pit, because there was no getting up from it ever again. But..

But power corrupts.

It would corrupt him, too.

Tony bit his lip and focused back on Stephen.

It was then that he realized that Stephen had his eyes keenly fixed on Tony throughout the silence of contemplation. There was something in his eyes.. akin to anticipation? Except, it was way more intense.

Something clicked in Tony’s mind. Or perhaps it was several pieces clicking together, solving a puzzle that had been right in front of his eyes all along but he had somehow missed for so long.

The question wasn’t hypothetical. It wasn’t hypothetical, because Stephen had that kind of power. Didn’t he? Tony would think so, after he’d watched the man take down a Titan with 4 infinity stones, prevent their planet from being eaten by a planet-eating cosmic entity, and defeat a witch who could warp reality and create kids out of nothing.

Stephen was in love. Stephen was in love with someone who he couldn’t be with.

The thought made something constrict painfully tight in Tony’s chest. But there would be more time, later, to think on that.

Right now.. right now Stephen was on the verge of falling apart. He loved this person so much that he was willing to go to any lengths, if it meant he could be with them. (The vice around Tony’s heart tightened even more, but really, this was no time to process that.) Even if it could be considered extremely immoral. And..

And he was, in a way, asking Tony’s permission for it. Perhaps to assuage himself that it was fine to do it. Perhaps to convince himself that it wasn’t wrong, that anyone would want to do the same.

Tony swallowed. The workshop’s air, that had been cool and pleasant just a minute ago, now hung with a damp sort of heaviness.

This was extremely hypocritical of Tony, given that moments ago he had admitted to himself that he.. that he wouldn’t be entirely opposed to using that kind of power to have Pepper to himself.

But Stephen.. he couldn’t let Stephen break. He couldn’t. Not like this. Not for this. Losing morality was a slippery slope. You couldn’t stop once you’d started.

He couldn’t let that happen to Stephen. He couldn’t.

(And if a small, insignificant voice in his mind screamed, you’re doing it only out of selfishness, he shut it out.)

“No,” Tony said. “Because.. even if no one would know the truth, I would know.”

“Because it would haunt your conscience forever?” Stephen asked.

Oh, Tony had no doubt that it would. He also had no doubt that his own conscience would slowly convince him that ‘it’s fine’ that he ‘did the right thing’. It would feed him lies, and he would make them his life’s truths.

That was, in essence, how the slippery slope of amorality started. Always.

Tony shook his head. “No. Because the Pepper that lives in here?” He tapped at his chest, right where his heart rested, “She’d hate me for it.”

Stephen’s eyes traced down to that little hand gesture, and stayed there even after Tony’s hand fell away. For a second that seemed to stretch for hours, Stephen simply stared at the spot where Tony had tapped his finger, and Tony grew just a hint distressed, that perhaps it hadn’t worked. Perhaps he didn’t manage to convince Stephen. That he would lose Stephen into this spiral of wrongdoings and never be able to recover him—

Stephen’s eyes flickered up to Tony’s, and something flashed in his expression, gone as quickly as it had come. Tony still caught what it was, though.

Self-disgust.

Before Tony could speak again, Stephen interrupted him, getting up as he shut his book with a slam. “Apologies, there’s an emergency at the Sanctum.”

And before Tony could do anything else, Stephen was already disappearing through a portal.

“Stephen!” He called out as he stood up, but it was no use, the portal already closed, the last of orange sparks showering down on his floor.

Stephen was gone. Stephen was gone, and Tony knew that no immoral reality-bending, mind-altering magics were going to be performed today. But Stephen was gone, reeking of shame and disgust for himself, gone to lament in whichever secluded place he always disappeared to, not to be found by any force of the universe unless he wanted to be found.

That hadn’t been Tony’s intention. That hadn’t been Tony’s intention.

But he could do nothing but watch at where the sparkly portal had stood, wishing that it had been him who Stephen loved with such intensity.

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Earth 2010 X Earth 616 Crossover AU Ficlet

A/N: Apparently I missed Stephen's birthday - which i didn't know was largely decided to be in Nov - so for that let me just share a snippet of THE crossover au that actually started the whole Earth 2010 world in my head. What started as a 'what if MCU tony & steph ended up in a world where they were married for YEARS pre-titan pre-14000605 time escape' idea ended up here. so here's smth from that that lives rent free in my brain. The focus is still on our E-2010 boys tho the MCU boys are there in the background.

"Steph..." Tony's voice - his Tony's voice - spoke out shakingly, cutting into the discussion Stephen was having with his alternate self about the infinity stones.

Stephen turned around to face his husband only to find him looking at him with concern etched into his every feature. "Tony?" Stephen asked, stepping away from the universe hoppers and moving closer to where Tony was in his lab. Tony put a hand out in front of him to stop Stephen in his tracks. Stephen could see the other Stark & Strange glance at each other with the same perturbed expression they'd been wearing since they got here, but he ignored them.

"What the FUCK do you mean that the infinity stones have been affecting you for years?" Tony spat out, looking directly at him.

Stephen blanched. He slipped up. He forgot that this was ever something serious and he let it slip. Now he knows that Tony won't let it go. Stephen hesitated, trying to find the best way to word it without his over-protective husband going all nuclear on him.

Tony was getting impatient so before he could shout again, Stephen sighed and relented. "I only realized it after I came back from the Dark Dimension. After I used the time stone like that the first time around."

"Spit it out Stephenie."

"Each infinity stone protects it's user to a certain degree when it's being wielded by them. Especially when wielded individually." Stephen paused.

"We're the protectors of the Time Stone and it's wielders so it protects us when we use it." The other Strange echoed immediately, as if on instinct.

"Yes. But each stone is different. That's why the Aether reacted differently to Jane Foster vs the Power stone with the Guardians and so on. I am the keeper of the Time Stone and thus, the Time stone protects me.... across all of time." Stephen finished slowly. "You're protected across all of time?" His Tony asked, his brain already forming the connections in microseconds. Stephen nodded.

"Essentially I had and have the time stone's energy around me. Always. Since always. Even when I had no clue about its existence or of the mystic arts." "So you're saying that each infinity stone emits a unique energy signal and you're implying that the different energies interact when in contact with one another?" This time the comment came from the other Stark. But before Stephen could reply, his husband finally spoke. "How long Stephen?"

Stephen didn't drag it out this time. "Since the Tesseract. In your lab. It shocked me."

"You're telling me you've been getting electrocuted by infinity stones SINCE 2010?! AND YOU DIDN"T TELL ME?"

Bonus other's reactions to this yelling match:

Clint: Shouldn't we be glad that the one civilian we had when all that mind stone, Ultron shit went down was the one civilian who was apparently immune to said magical artifact's powers? Bruce: You know I did wonder how Stephen seemed to keep his composure every time the rest of us were being affected by the mind stone.

Steve: Hmm. Makes you wonder how else Stephen's been helping us even before we knew it. Thor: Oh yes, I remember back when Mjolnir met Strange the first time. I always wondered why she tried talking to him, because I thought of Stephen as a non-magical being. She only ever reacted like that around my brother Loki or my mother. 616 Tony: You're telling me your Stark let his husband be around dangerous things like Loki's scepter? Let him be around you lot and the trouble that follows the Avengers around? 616 Stephen: Excuse me?! What are you -

Natasha (snorts audibly at 616 Tony's question): As if anyone can stop Stephen Strange from getting whatever he wants or stop him from doing whatever he thinks he should do.

Rhodey: Please, Stephen's been a part of the team since the start, even if he was just a doctor back then. There's no way Tony could stop him from getting involved. Not when he was involved.

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"Clint honey!! Come here! You've got a call from a friend!" Laura yelled from inside the house.

Clint walked through the kitchen door to come find Laura on her phone frowning and gesturing exasperatedly at whoever was at the other end.

"yea, he's here. I'll pass the phone to him but you're NOT off the hook mister. I'm going to have to yell at you more later for what you pulled. I hope you know that." Laura was saying, and based on her tone Clint knew whoever it was, had hell to pay when they finally came face to face with his wife.

Clint took the phone from Laura - his was somewhere in the barn he realized - and answered the caller, only to be stunned into silence for a few seconds.

"Stephen?", Clint asked in pure relief and a healthy dose of shock. The doctor's been off-grid for months, worrying everyone when no one could track him, not even Tony or Nat.

"Yea Clint it's me." Stephen answered appropriately hesitant.

"Where the fuck have you been you asshole?" Clint burst out in an unexpected surge of anger. "What the fuck were you thinking leaving like that??!"

Stephen fell silent for a beat.

"Look I promise I can explain."

"It better be a fantastic explanation for what you put all of us through, mush less TONY and you better have called Tony first before phoning here."

The lack of response from Stephen told Clint all he needed to know. "What the actual-"

"There's a reason I called you first!" Stephen cut in.

Clint told him to get to the point curtly. He couldn't wait to hang up and call Tony immediately to update him on his 'still-alive' husband. But he needed actual information on said not-dead husband first.

"I actually do magic now. I was thinking I could take another look at your brain again? If you'd let me."

The moment the words sunk in, Clint groaned and let his head slump into his hands. Looks like he was in for a long day.

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A very confused Scott Lang because he genuinely thought Stephen and Tony were dating.

Anon, you made me very happy when you sent this because I like Scott a lot. 😀 

I don’t name many people, but consider this an everybody lives AU. If any hero died at any point in canon, they’re alive and present. 😀

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This was the largest gathering of the Avengers and Avengers-adjacent heroes they’d had in more than a year, which means Stephen really should have expected it when Tony grinned, rubbed his hands together, and said, “All right. Let’s play Strongest Avenger.” Thor cheered while Stephen, Hope, and a few others groaned. Tony held up his hands. “Hear me out! I have a twist to propose.”

“What kind of twist?” Bruce asked.

“No arguing for yourself, your significant other, or anyone in your immediate organization,” Tony said. “So Stephen couldn’t argue for another sorcerer, and Hope couldn’t vote for anyone else from the West Coast group.”

Everyone traded looks for a minute. Finally, Hope sighed. “One hour! That’s it.”

Tony grinned. “Excellent! And as the one who started the game, I get to go first. I pick Stephen.”

“You can’t pick Stephen!” Scott protested. “It’s against your twist rules.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, Stephen’s affiliation is the wizards—”

“Sorcerers,” Stephen corrected automatically.

“—not the New York Avengers.”

“I meant because he’s your boyfriend,” Scott said.

Stephen blinked and exchanged a glance with Tony. 

“Uh, he’s not, actually,” Tony said.

Scott looked distressed. “You two didn’t break up, did you?”

“Scott,” Stephen said carefully, “Tony and I were never together.”

“No,” Scott said in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Scott!” Tony said. “I think I’d know! We’re not dating.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Scott burst out. “You’re great together! You have the same sense of humor, you never have a hard time talking to each other, you’re so good in the field together I seriously wondered for a bit if telepathy was a thing, you check each other out all the time, the Cloak likes Tony, the bots like Stephen, seriously, if you aren’t dating then you should be.”

Stephen… couldn’t actually argue with any of that. He glanced at Tony, who was looking bemused. “You make some good points,” Tony said. He shot Stephen a grin. “You up for it?”

“I could be convinced,” Stephen said, smirking.

Natasha raised her hand. “I vote for Scott for Strongest Avenger,” she said. “Because getting through Tony’s obliviousness when it comes to Stephen is no small feat.”

Everyone broke up laughing, and Scott looked pleased even as he laughed, too.

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could we get a drabble about them post Dr. Strange?? 👀

SOOOOOOOOO this ended up being longer than a drabble. I didn't know what to write cus the post Dr Strange era is still WIP but uh... this happened and now it's almost 1k. HELP

"Are we seriously going to live in this creepy weird old house of your new cult now?" Tony asks. He's lying on the couch in what seems to be the sitting room. Then again, the rooms change so often Tony doesn't really know if any of them are permanent fixtures. The Clock swats at Tony's head affectionately at that quip. Both it and Stephen know Tony doesn't really mean it. If Tony had any ill will towards the Sanctum, he'd have never been allowed in. Husband to the Master of the Sanctum or not. "It's not creepy and we don't have to stay here, as long as I have a passageway linked between here and where we live." Stephen replied nonchalantly as he floated in midair, trying to read. "Great! Problem solved then. We have the compound." Tony replies. Stephen stays silent. "Oh come on Stephanie, give me something here." Tony retorts.

"You know how I feel about the Compound."

"Yea yea, you hate the fact that it's so far outside the city - away from the NYC views and the killer commute." Tony says, recalling the same argument they've been having ever since the Compound was created years ago. "But counterpoint, you don't have to travel every week to Metro General anymore and you have portals anyway so what's the big deal?" "The big deal is that it's not home Tony." Stephen sighs. "And you think this is? I love you Steph, so much baby, and I'm super proud of all that... magic sorcery things you do now but can you really imagine me living here? With the bots?" Stephen ignored him. "Oh come on, the bots and Cloakie will probably set this entire place on fire before we even fully move in." "The Sanctum is protected against fires among other things." Stephen diverts.

"That's so not the point. The point is -"

"The point is that we have a perfectly great home waiting for us, right here in New York City, that has all the space we could need and is within walking distance to the Sanctum." Stephen finishes, closing the book and floating back down to the floor.

"The Tower? That's what this has been about? You want to go back to the tower? The one that was attacked multiple times by various bad guys because it's literally a beacon for trouble? That tower?" Tony asks bewildered. He'd always thought everyone was on board with the move away from there to upstate New York.

"It was perfect for everyone. The team had their own floors, location was as central as you can get here, we had space for family rooms, games rooms and a fully stacked Med-bay and did I mention that everyone loved living there together?" Stephen emphasizes.

Tony was confused at that, and Stephen could see it. He sighed and explained, "The team agreed about the Compound because they thought it was the best choice strategically but no one wanted to leave Tony. It was our home."

Tony tried to process what he was hearing.

"Clint retired fully because the Compound was too far for him to keep coming back to from the farm. When we were still at the tower, he'd still been a part-time Avenger. Steve loved being able to go on his runs at Central Park and I know he misses it as well. It's home Tony. I know we left and you sold it but - I don't think for a second any of us liked leaving it." Stephen explains gently. He's very aware of how quickly this conversation could be interpreted as him and the rest ganging up on Tony. "But previous arguments still stand. We need the compound for training, especially for all terrains and outdoor field training." Tony spoke as his mind already spun with ideas for re-purchasing the tower and getting everyone's things in order.

"Well, it doesn't seem like much of an issue when I have portals now does it? I can always set up a permanent portal to the Compound." Tony looked up at him in slight awe. "You really thought this through huh? You guys really want to go home?" Tony asked.

"It's home Tony. Everyone wants that. No one ever wanted to mention it to you, that's all." "I'll deal with that later but for now....I guess I'm begging Pepper to help me buy my tower back." Tony concedes. "I'm the one telling the rest though. You're not getting all the credit." Stephen laughs joyfully. Things might have changed much in the past year since his accident, but this... the feeling of home...that's still the same as always.

Tony smiles at that laugh. "You sure this is what you want? That it won't interfere with your duties as a Wizard?" Tony clarifies once again. Instead of getting annoyed Stephen just smiles and says, "Yes Tony, I'm sure." He agrees. "Besides, the tower rests on the main ley lines connecting back to the Sanctum. It's a perfect conduit for the mystic arts."

"That really a thing?" Tony questions, pausing in his emails to Pepper.

Stephen smirks a little and says, "Why do you think it attracts all that trouble and theoretics? Definitely not for that ugly design."

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Oh wow! This is going to be so much fun!!!!! I really like the idea and I am so excited for you and to see where it goes.

Umm I feel like I am spoiled for options there is so much I am curious about. Did they first meet at a conference? Or are we going back to childhood? Ooo I cannot see Stephen being calm about iron man yes tony stark no or well watching the love of his life handle a nuke through the wormhole....but on the flip side imagine tony freaked out of his mind not knowing if stephen is safe in the aftermath. This is going to be sooo good 😌 so so good

ok so you sent in many questions & scenarios, so ill answer them briefly first.

1. they meet right before IM1 at a medical conference/fundraiser and Stephen was volunTOLD to be there as punishment for something by Metro General and didn't want to be there initially.

2. Let's just say Tony never had the chance to even look at the report because Stephen deemed it not worthy of attention. Even years later, he will GO OFF about that report & Fury at the drop of a hat.

3. Stephen did NOT take the nuke thing lightly.

4. Tony constantly stressed about Steph just as much because Steph (even while being a civilian) wouldn't back down from facing whatever Tony was fighting with him. Here's a ficlet because the inspiration hit me:

"Sir, shall I call Doctor Strange?" JARVIS spoke softer than Tony had ever heard him say before. Tony's heart clenched painfully at the reminder that he's leaving Stephen behind. He'd promised his husband he wouldn't just die on him without telling him again. But he'd hoped he never had to make the call ever. Especially not so soon after the last time. Tony had only wanted more time. God how he wished they'd had more time. That clearly wasn't in the cards for them. He didn't want to make the call but he's promised. It was written into their vows and Tony was nothing if not true to his word, especially to Stephen. "Might as well." Tony stated simply, keeping the fear out of his voice. "Patch in directly to his watch-gauntlet J." Tony knew there was a chance Stephen might not pick up. But he only ever removed the watch gauntlet for surgeries and procedures, so Tony was banking on Stephen still having it on today in this chaos. The call rung for a few seconds as he put all his strength into making the turn up the side of the tower. Just as he almost clipped the building, the call connected, and Stephen's voice came through. "Tony?" Stephen asked quietly, almost as if he'd been holding his breath until then. Tony had never hated himself more than in that moment. He didn't want to say goodbye. "I never wanted to leave you behind. I'm so sorry Stephen" Tony bit out quickly. "Tony? Please don't do this." Stephen rasped. He must have known what Tony was preparing to do then. Tony counted his blessings that he didn't need to explain. "I have to baby. There's no other way. I love you so so much Stephen Strange-Stark." The portal grew closer. "I love you too Anthony Stark-Strange. Please come back-" The call cut off as Tony entered the portal, leaving New York far behind as he ventured into the abyss of space. He let go of the missile when he could no longer hold on, letting go of the only thing that had kept him moving. His eyes stayed locked on the scene before him for a brief few seconds until the ship exploded. With the phantom voice of his husband pleading for him to come home in his ear, Tony shut his eyes. With his last breath, he apologized softly for breaking promises he never should have made in the first place.

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iron man 2? (super excited to follow this im a sucker for canon rewrite ironstrange)

hello! sorry it's taken me a long time to get back to you! Thank you for the interest and I too love canon rewrites. That's how this universe started, I just thought what WOULD happen if they'd met earlier and I just... ended up with a LOT of thoughts. Anyway! Iron Man 2 is one of my FAVS and I actually answered a bit about that in this other ask here: Ironstrange Wedding

I'll just list out the main plot points of that time period and let me know if you'd like more info on anything specific. 1. Tony and Stephen get engaged after Iron Man 1 2. Tony starts feeling the effects of the pallaidum poisoning, pulling away. 3. Stephen goes back to work at Metro General 4. Tony starts planning the EXPO 5. Tony flakes on Stephen & wedding prep 6. Stephen gets annoyed, worried, irritated and scared (not in that order specifically) - Rhodey, Steph, Happ & Pep try to hold intervention (doesn't work) 7. Natalie Rushman :) 8. Stephen is still stuck mostly in NYC, Tony was supposed to come but he's avoiding Stephie staying in Malibu. 9. Monaco. 10. Stephen comes back, Tony's disastrous birthday party 11. Stephen stops the disaster, finds out about the whole dying thing - things happen 12. SHIELD being a prick, new elements, Hammer Drones yknow the drill 13. Happy Ending Mostly things stay the same, except that Stephen being there means that he doesn't let Tony's actions & pulling away tactics slide - he's more skeptical & observant of Natalie and thus SHIELD. But of course there's also the added angst of Stephen trying to plan a wedding while Tony tries to delay it as much as possible, leading to a rift. Hope this makes up for the long wait to this reply. Let me know if you want anything in specific and I'll try to write a drabble/short snippet for the scene hehehe.

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IronStrange:

One of them performs CPR on the other.

Fun fact: a defibrillator can’t actually revive a patient who ‘flatlined’.

Shocking, I know. I guess that’s modern media misrepresentation for you.

PS: At the cost of being a lil hypocritical.. the chance of getting an unshockable cardiac arrest (aka flatline or ‘asystole’) in our scenario, and then also surviving it with CPR, is ridiculously, laughably low. So, Stephen really shouldn’t have survived here, or flatlined in the first place... But hey, the movie itself threw realism out the window, so you can’t tell me shit.

The empty mug comically slipped from his grip, meeting the floor in an ear-deafening shatter.

Tony did not hear it, however, not over the pounding of heartbeat in his ears that immediately followed the almost-heart attack he got at the sight of a literal portal on fire inside his workshop, out of which stumbled his ex-fiance who he had not seen for eight months, hands clutching bloody chest, face drained of color and contorted in pain, steps staggering and making him crash against an equipment.

“The hallucinations are getting crazy,” Tony murmured.

“It’s not a hallucination, Boss,” FRIDAY announced, an urgency to her voice, pulling Tony out of his disbelief-induced state of shock — bless his AI. “Doctor Strange needs immediate medical attention! He’s been stabbed on the chest.”

Tony’s heart only lurched further at the last bit, but he forced his feet to move, shoved all thoughts to the back of his mind, beelining straight for his very mortally injured ex-fiance who was now leaning against god knew what, looking up at Tony with wild, terrified eyes.

“Cardiac Tamponade,” Stephen muttered, his voice weak with a bit of tremble to it, as Tony came to his side to carefully support him. “There’s blood in the pericardial—”

“Shut up!” Tony snapped, felt Stephen flinch against him, and immediately cursed himself for lashing out like that for no reason. He just.. god, this was the first time Tony was seeing Stephen after seven goddamn months, and it was to find him injured — mortally injured — and the first thing Stephen spoke to him was godforsaken diagnosis of how severely close to death he was.

He looked back at the portal once and suppressed a shudder, before shifting his focus back on Stephen to help lead him over to the small infirmary that was built right next to his workshop. “Just.. what the fuck, Stephen?”

Stephen winced, throwing a glance behind his shoulder at the portal, misunderstanding what Tony truly meant. “Sorry, that’s..” He made them pause and waved a hand at the tear in reality behind them.

Tony watched in awe for a moment as the portal quickly shrank and disappeared, remnants of glowing orange dust in the air the only evidence that something had even existed there a moment ago.

“What just—” Tony cut himself off. Not important right now.

He shook his head to dispel all other thoughts and focus solely on Stephen because oh god there was so much blood, Stephen was hurt, Stephen was dying—

“FRIDAY!” He called out, voice wavering with the panic that grew in him with each passing moment as he led Stephen to the adjacent infirmary.

“There is no medical staff at the Compound, Boss..”

“Why!?” Tony asked as his heartbeat spiked at the realization, even though he already knew why.

No one lived in the Compound anymore. All of the staff had been long since dismissed.

As he led Stephen towards the nearest operating table, Tony spared only a brief moment to wonder why, despite there being nobody and nothing in this large establishment, was it that Tony continued to stay here.

He helped Stephen lay flat on the operating table and began to undo.. whatever it was that Stephen was wearing, all the while chanting under his breath, “I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this..”

“Tony,” Stephen spoke, grabbing hold of Tony’s wrist and looking him in the eye. “You can, I know it.”

Tony helplessly shook his head because he couldn’t. How could Stephen think that he could?

But, god, there was no time, no choices.

Stephen either had him, or nothing.

Tony felt the exact moment Stephen’s grip on his arm grew weak, saw his eyes flicker as he fought to keep them open.

“I trust you..” Stephen said weakly, and then passed out, his hand going limp over Tony’s.

Tony stared for a moment.

“Boss?”

FRIDAY’s voice pulled him out of his daze. He looked up at the heart graphs, then back at Stephen’s limp body, and then back up at the heart graphs to be absolutely extra sure he hadn’t lost Stephen yet. His mind was nothing but panicked haze and adrenaline, and logic fought emotion as he struggled to simply act, to do something because he was losing Stephen right in front of his eyes and oh god he needed to save him—

“FRIDAY, w-what—” He swallowed as his voice wavered, “what do I do?”

“Boss, you are close to having a panic attack—”

“And he’s close to dying, dammit! What do I do!?”

“He needs a pericardiocentesis.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“Just get the needle, second shelf from the top.”

FRIDAY guided him through the surprisingly simple, yet downright horrifying procedure of stabbing a needle straight into Stephen’s heart to drain out the blood stuck in his pericardium, decompressing the pressure on his heart. There was a large stab wound on the left side of his chest. The sight of so much blood — of Stephen’s blood — made Tony feel lightheaded, its suffocating metallic scent tangible in his mouth, tasting like copper, all the while his eyes watched the screens of vitals with sharp attention, witnessing as Stephen’s heartbeat grew weaker and weaker, every digit of drop in the heart rate making dread pool heavier in his stomach, making his gut twist sickeningly.

He was holding Stephen’s delicate, precious life in his hands and god, it was terrifying.

How did you do this every single day? Tony silently asked the man lying unconscious in front of him, the back of his eyes stinging as tears formed in them.

If Stephen died now, here, like this, Tony could never forgive himself.

It was those thoughts that roared loud in his mind, in tandem with the beeping of the heart monitor, as he held onto the needle drawing out a nauseating amount of blood.

Even after most of the clogged blood from the walls had been drained out, Stephen’s heart remained weak, his low heart rate not recovering.

And then it happened, just as he pulled out the needle.

Tony’s entire world came to a halt at that sharp, ear-deafening beep of the heart monitor.

“You need to start CPR, now!” FRIDAY spoke up immediately, voice loud and clear over the shrill beep.

“I—the defibrillat—”

“That won’t work, you have to do CPR!”

Tony didn’t question her. He trusted his babygirl, trusted her to help him save Stephen’s life, and moved up to Stephen’s face, tilting his head up, chin held in his hand.

30 compressions, 2 breaths.

He would not lose Stephen. He would not.

Steadying his resolve as he inhaled a deep breath, he pinched Stephen’s nose and then dipped down to seal their mouths together, before blowing into Stephen’s mouth, watching from the corner of his eye as Stephen’s chest rose. He repeated the action, blowing a second rescue breath into Stephen’s mouth, and then quickly moved to his chest.

Taking care to not place his hands over the stab wound currently sealed with nanites, he pushed down forcibly at Stephen’s chest and set up a fast pace, counting the compressions in his head, acutely aware of his speed as well as the relentless beeping of the heart monitor that continued to echo in the background.

After 30 compressions, he repeated the two rescue breaths, and moved to performing compressions again.

Seven.. eight.. nine..

Tony froze when the incessant beeping of heart monitor stopped, to be replaced by a barely there pulse, the graph displaying a weak heart rhythm that was all over the place.

Tony could’ve cried right then. Maybe he did.

“Don’t stop,” FRIDAY’s voice instructed him, and so he didn’t, continuing with the chest compressions.

Two more cycles passed by the time FRIDAY said, “You can shock him now, Boss.”

Tony didn’t waste another second in fetching the defibrillator. He applied the conductive gel over the two paddles before placing one on the right side of Stephen’s sternum and the other below his left nipple — thank the science gods Stephen’s injury didn’t get in the way of their placement — and let FRIDAY decide the appropriate voltage. He pressed down hard on the paddles, steering clear of any other contact to Stephen’s body as the equipment delivered shock.

The heart rhythm graph reacted immediately, and Tony watched in awe as the entire electrical activity was reset and started producing a much healthier, stable rhythm. The pulse reacted to it, quickly gaining strength.

Tony’s knees nearly buckled from the sheer intensity of relief that washed over him, watching Stephen’s heart gain its strength back right in front of his eyes.

Stephen’s eyes flew open with a start and a gasp, and Tony was immediately by his side, the defibrillator abandoned. He panted, eyes glazed and darting wildly at first, until they slowly regained focus. Tony placed a hand on Stephen’s arm, wanting to help him, wanting to give him something to anchor himself to.

But mostly to reassure his own self that Stephen was still here.

“God, that feels weird in the astral plane,” Stephen murmured, his voice a little raspy, before a weak laugh escaped his lips.

“You think this is— wow.” Stephen was laughing. It hadn’t been five minutes since Tony had pulled this man out of the claws of death and now here he was, laughing. Tony felt his body vibrate, his inside burning up with this infuriating mix of anger and.. and.. ugh! He didn’t know.

Never had he felt something so strong, so nauseatingly gut-churning before.

Christ, was this the anger that Stephen felt every time Tony had looked death in the eyes and walked the other way with a victorious smirk on his lips? Was this the exasperation he had always seen in Rhodey’s face when Tony had dismissed his own near-death experiences? Was this the horror Pepper felt every time, as she watched Tony’s gruesome injuries be patched up by Stephen?

“Tony..?” Stephen called out in a small, uncertain voice, causing Tony to turn back to him. Whatever Stephen found there, it made him flinch. Good. After a second, he tentatively added, “I’m.. sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Tony snapped. “You.. you fucking walk out on me without ever telling anything, not even a message, a note, nothing. A-and the next time I see you, you’re walking out of a wormhole with.. with a stab on your chest, bleeding all over my lab. And you’re sorry. You fucking died, Stephen!”

Tony realized that he was visibly shaking now, his breath coming in hitches as thick tears streamed down his face. He sat himself down on the edge of Stephen’s table, wiping both his hands over his entire face, just trying to collect himself. God, it felt like someone was squeezing his heart trying to make it burst.

What would he have done, had Stephen died here today? Because of his inadequacy, because he didn’t know what to do, how to act fast, how to save the life of his fiance?

A shaky hand landed on his arm, making him remove his hands from his face to turn and look down at Stephen.

His ex-fiance had a remorseful look on his face as he interlocked their fingers.

“You did an amazing job, Tony. You saved me.”

Some of Tony’s tense energy melted, and he exhaled a shaky breath with closed eyes.

Stephen was alive. Stephen was here. Because Tony had managed to save him.

“Thank you,” Stephen added after a moment.

Tony opened his eyes and glanced at Stephen from the corner of his eye. “Fuck you.”

He felt it more than heard when Stephen’s chest rumbled with a laugh, and Stephen immediately winced.

Right, the wound must hurt like a bitch.

“Hold on,” Tony said and went to fetch a fresh needle and a vial of painkiller.

A minute later, he unceremoniously dumped the used needle on the appropriate bin as he spoke, “So what’s up with the glowing wormholes and your LARP wizard costume?” He leaned himself against an equipment near Stephen’s table, who was now sitting upright, putting the said LARP costume back on. “Or do we wanna talk about who wanted to roleplay too realistic murder mystery with you? Oh, I have a better idea. How about we start from where the hell did you fuck off to in Nepal?”

Stephen winced, and this time it wasn’t from the physical pain. “I shouldn’t have left you like that?”

“Yeah? Well, good thing that I’m used to being left behind by the people I trust,” Tony spoke, voice laced with venom. A memory flashed in his mind. Blood tainting the white of snow, the feel of metal growing lethally cold all around his body, the dead weight of a dead arc reactor sitting over his chest.

He suppressed a shiver, shoving the memory away.

Stephen, of course, knew nothing of the said memory, and a hint of confusion mixed with hurt flashed over his features. “I.. I’m really sorry, Tony. I have to go.”

Tony blinked, doing a double take of what he’d just heard. “I’m sorry, did you just say that you have to go?”

“Yes.”

“Where!?” Tony snapped, not quite able to hide the irritation in his voice.

Stephen bit his lower lip, expression twisting in contemplation, clearly weighing his options about what he wanted to tell Tony. He then sighed and looked up at Tony.

Tony didn’t know what answer he had expected to hear.

‘I moved on.’ ‘I have another life now, one without you.’ ‘Stop trying to follow me.’

But what he got wasn’t something he’d have expected to hear in a thousand years.

“I was learning magic in Nepal.”

It left him staring dumbfounded, simply trying to grasp what he was hearing.

Stephen sighed again, averting his eyes. “You saw the portal, right?”

Tony swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling too dry as a new, terrifying kind of realization dawned on him. “Yeah.”

Stephen closed his eyes. “There are.. more like us. Good and bad. And the bad ones are going to try to destroy this world, with magic.” He got off the table then, getting on his feet, and stood a foot away from Tony, looking him in the eyes. “I have to go, Tony.”

Too much. This was all too much. First he watched Stephen stumble out of the goddamn portal, watched him die on the table, resuscitated him.. now he was learning that..

Magic.

Stephen was magic.

He’d been learning magic on Nepal, all this time, while Tony was left fumbling alone trying to gather even the tiniest scrap of information on this man, just enough to know that he was fine, that he was alive.

Tony was left with an odd mix of unadulterated fury and debilitating fear bubbling beneath his skin.

Hesitantly, Stephen reached out and took one of Tony’s hands in his shaky grip, brought it to his mouth, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on the back on his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said one last time and let go of Tony’s hand, turning to walk away.

Tony caught his arm before he had fully turned, making him pause and look back at Tony.

“I’m coming too,” Tony declared, letting his determination shine in his tear-streaked eyes.

Stephen slowly shook his head. “There will be magic, Tony.”

Tony spread his arms, summoning Mark XLVII, which flew into the infirmary from his workshop, opened up and quickly wrapped itself around Tony’s body in one quick, flawless motion, only leaving his head uncovered. He could see it in Stephen’s awestruck expression that he was impressed by its smoothness and elegance.

“I’m coming,” Tony repeated, “and that’s final.”

Coming because he would not back down in the face of magic. Coming because he had a duty to this world.

Coming because he would not let Stephen walk into danger all by himself.

Stephen looked at him from one eye to the other, swallowed, and nodded once.

“Close your eyes, I have to open a portal.”

Tony did, trusting Stephen.

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you said something about Stephen & Natasha friendship?

In this world, Steph & Tony were engaged already when IM2 happened and Nat came to SI undercover. Stephen disliked her at first because she was shady and rubbed Stephen the wrong way. When she was revealed to be SHIELD, Stephen hated her because of how manipulative they were and also because of the whole 'Iron Man yes, Tony Stark not recommended'. (He ripped into Fury for that, didn't even LET Tony see the report). BUT well. Stephen and Nat became friends slowly after Battle of New York first due to need and then because they came to an understanding. “I need a favour.”  Natasha stated simply, not hesitating even a little as she stared at Stephen.

“You don’t ask for favours."

"I need you to give Agent Barton a checkup. Especially his mind." Natasha replied, completely sidestepping Stephen's accusations.

“As if I’ll help you after what you pulled with Tony?” Stephen scoffed at her. He was tired, emotional, drained and so exhausted, and all he wanted at that moment was to be rid of this conversation and see Tony.

“SHIELD has doctors. You don’t need me.” 

“They’re SHIELD agents first, doctors second. You’re a doctor first.” The reply was quick, as if the thought had been in her head a long time.

“You think they’d hurt him.” Stephen finally realized.

Natasha didn’t flinch even though Stephen could tell it was taking everything that she had, to not walk away. She really was desperate if she was here talking to him of all people. She hated him. Or well, at the very least really disliked him when she’d been parading around undercover at SI.

“Barely twenty-four hours ago Barton led an attack on SHIELD and managed to incapacitate the entire organization and almost killed everyone.” 

“It wasn’t his fault.” 

“Not everyone will see it that way. And he was compromised by something no one's been exposed to yet. Before." The "they'd want to do tests on him" was unsaid but both of them knew it was true.  

Stephen had already decided he would help. Of course he would. Even though he was barely standing up as it is on his feet and his heart still ached at the memory of that damn call cutting off, Stephen would do his job. He took his oath seriously.

But that didn’t mean that he won’t try to use every chance he could to his advantage. Especially when it meant that he had two of SHIELD’s top agents’ goodwill afterwards.

"Who's to say that I'll even be able to help. I know brains Romanoff, not magic or alien tech."

"You're the best neurosurgeon there is, aren't you? I'm sure you can figure it out." He waited a beat, seeing if Romanoff would actually beg - or what counts as begging for someone like her. 

“I’d owe you.” 

In that instant, Stephen knew he just got handed a leverage over Fury that he’d be stupid not to take.

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why Earth- 2010? The idea sounds interesting but just curious about it?

I'm unimaginative and i picked 2010 because in this world, Stephen and Tony married in 2010, right after the events of Iron Man 2. Tony proposed after Iron Man 1, right before he went to do the 'I am Iron Man' speech, (it was a whole thing with Stephen not answering for a bit), but they married after the palladium issue and the Vanko debacle.

[If you'd like to know more about my Earth-2010 MCU AU with Ironstrange + Avengers Family + BAMF Stephen Strange send me asks on anything]

Here's a little snippet of what I envision for IM2 regarding the wedding + tony dying but not telling anyone thing. You get the bonus of seeing Rhodey in this too.

"He's not letting me in James. If I didn't know any better, I would say he's rethinking the whole wedding." Stephen sighs into his hands as he hunches in on himself. He can't help it, it's been a tiring week with multiple trips back and forth from Malibu and New York in between surgeries and Tony's... antics. "You don't seriously think that Steph, this is Tony we're talking about. He's crazy about you." Rhodey reassures the doctor. "Then what the fuck is he doing? Did you know that this is the THIRD time he's rescheduled our meeting with the wedding planner for the venue visits?" Stephen almost shouts. Luckily, they're both alone right now in Stephen's penthouse - Rhodey having come see him while in New York for business.

"He's barely making any effort at all in discussing the wedding with me, keeps telling me he's too busy to make the trip to New York when previously it's never been a problem and now it's-" Stephen hesitates, he doesn't know if this is too intimate of a detail to share with the other man. "It's what Stephen? You know you can tell me anything man. I love Tony like a brother but I'm your best friend too. And you know I worry about him too." Rhodey reminded Stephen. They'd grown closer during the three months Tony had been kidnapped and Stephen knew he could trust the man with Tony. "It's been weeks since we've had sex and normally, I'd chalk it up to exhaustion, but he's been cagey and distant every time we're in bed together even if just to sleep." Stephen finally sighed. "I don't know what's going on with him James but ... without any other explanation ..." "Do you think he regrets asking me to marry him?"

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reviving my sideblog for ironstrange. I was bored at work and I finally cracked and plot out the entire timeline of the MCU (im1 to post endgame) with established ironstrange having met in 2008/9? Yea

I wasn't going to do anything at first but this 1 idea I had for a scene in a multiverse travel au took ahold of me and like ....

This alt universe is where I go to when I need some brain stimulation but fun way and it just grew until it's a full on STORYLINE in it's own.

I am even considering writing them all as snippets or drabbles or short oneshots and just.... making them a series. Not sure hmmm.

If anyone's interested in power couple ironstrange, avengers team as family, avengers protective of Stephen strange, nick fury being a bitch, bamf Stephen strange md, Stephen & Natasha friendship, good bro Clint Barton, etc etc ....

Send me an ask about a certain movie/event or phase or a qn about the characters and I'll reply hahaha. I'll tag all of these as #Earth-2010 for easy access