Tony knew about the birthmark. What it meant. It showed how you died in a previous life, but it also showed you your soulmate. Your soulmate would have a matching one, in the same spot.
What if you didn’t have one? Then you were free to choose whoever you wanted, as long as they didn’t have a birthmark.
Even if you had a birthmark you could pick someone else, typically someone who was markless, but someone different none the less.
Tony had fallen in love with Pepper and she was one of the markless. Tony’s happened to be a thin line going down the left side of his neck. They fell in love perfectly. But there were bumps all through their relationship.
Tony was happy with her though. Then he met the wizard.
He had this feeling about him, that he was connected to him, but Tony didn’t know how and he couldn’t care less. It wasn’t until the fight against Ebony Maw, or Squidward, pick your fighter, that he noticed the line down the left side of the sorcerer’s neck.
Tony felt his breath hitch as he looked at the tall man, focused on the evil in front of them.
This couldn’t be his soulmate. Tony Stark wasn’t gay! Unless, no, he couldn’t be, could he? Maybe he was bisexual, a term he heard pretty often since Steve himself wasn’t straight and fell in love with his best friend, Bucky, matching dots on their left cheeks.
Tony didn’t really think about it until the sorcerer, Stephen was his name, gave up the time stone for him. Tony saw it in his eyes, the realization that Tony was his soulmate.
“Tony, it was the only way.” He said as he disintegrated. Tony could feel his heart tear in two even though he felt nothing for the wizard, unless, he did.
Now it was a year after all that, everyone had been saved. Pepper learned about it the second she saw Stephen at a party. She broke up with Tony later that night, leaving him to wander around his own party broken and slightly angry.
How could a random wizard, now Avenger, show up and ruin his life? He should’ve known his soulmate would show up eventually.
Stephen found him sitting on a swing out on the balcony of the penthouse. His eyes were a piercing blue-green, sometimes they were even grey, and Tony had to admit, he was good looking. Lithe and thin, lean muscle coating his body. Sharp cheekbones and a very prominent cupids bow on his lips.
His shaking hands held a glass full of lemonade, while Tony held a mojito, because he needed any liquor he could get.
They sat in silence until Stephen broke it, “I’m sorry.” He said, his rich baritone voice filtering through the night. Tony stared at the people partying outside and inside. “Its okay, I’m not mad at you. I knew it would eventually happen.” He tipped his glass back, finishing half his drink in one swig.
Stephen looked at him, his expression giving nothing away but sympathy, “Tony, when I first saw you, I could tell there was something special. When we were on Titan, I saw it, the mark. I thought you were markless at first, like Pepper, but now I know, you are supposed to be my match.” He sighed, Tony watched as he ran a shaking hand through his hair, sending some of it in random directions, “I’m such an idiot. I was gonna ask you out, but you just got dumped by your girlfriend and, I-I can’t do that to you.”
As much as Tony wanted to be mad, he couldn’t be. This was his soulmate, he needed him. Tony decided to do something that would stop the Sorcerer Supreme from crying, which is what it looked like he wanted to do at this moment.
Tony reached up and slid a hand under his jaw, turning his face toward his. “Tony, what are yo-?” Stephen’s sentence was cut off as Tony pressed his lips to Stephen’s.
Stephen was reluctant at first, then he kissed back, his free hand reaching up into Tony’s hair. Tony pulled back and panted, “Drop the glass, please.” Stephen hesitated, then the sound of two glasses shattering rang through the air.
Stephen pushed his lips back onto Tony’s, running one hand under his shirt and up his spine, getting Tony to shiver. Tony pushed his tongue past Stephen’s lips, his hands on either of the sorcerer’s hips.
Tony knew the other Avengers were probably watching, but it didn’t matter. He finally found the one he was looking for, and as shaking hands ran up and down his body, he felt better than ever before.
Should I make this into a series type thing? Like with multiple parts and whatnot? Comment what you think I should do
