I like to write. This will consist of probably a lot of Marvel Stuff. My favorite characters are Iron Man, Loki, and Dr. Strange, so expect stuff mainly with them!
Description: Stephen finds Tony hidden in his room with a knife in his hands and silence in his brain.
Warnings: Self Harm
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There’s a silence in depression. The quietness of being alone in your own space. That fear knowing that you’re entirely alone and no one will ever know what you do here.
All Tony can hear is the ringing in his own head as he sits on the floor. The small space between the bed and the wall. The tiny space where you cannot be seen from the door. It's small and comforting.
Isolating.
Lonely…
Silent…
He swore he would never do this, he tells himself as he stares at the pocket knife in his hands. It's a pretty little thing, a black blade that hides in a black handle. It looks like the wing of a bird, and the carving on the handle looks like feathers. He’s owned it for years… and it had good usage at the beginning…
But then it was moved to the bedside table.
And oh it became convenient.
Its blade was so sharp… it was perfect for the job…
After the first time, he swore he would never do it again. It was an act of desperation. One small mistake he would never repeat.
But then he repeated the mistake…
Suddenly it was no longer a mistake. It was an addiction.
In the silence, the pain is like a soothing voice. Its sharpness soothes the silent wounds you hold inside.
Anthony Stark was not a dumb man. He knew he had to hide this addiction. It hid on his upper thighs. He didn’t sleep around like the press claims he does, at least not anymore.
He had stopped a while ago. Once he had begun dating Stephen, he was happy, and the urge to feel pain had dulled. He had been doing wonderfully, but the urge returned stronger than ever.
Now? Now he’s sitting alone in the small space between his bed and the wall. A small black knife in his hand. He watches, the tight lonely feeling in his chest, as the blade slices against his thighs. Tony watches silently as the cuts begin to bleed. It's satisfying.
Blood lying on his thigh, grasping his attention fully, and he does not hear the soft sparks of a portal opening on the other side of the room. He doesn’t hear the soft footsteps or the voice calling his name. He doesn’t notice until there's a yellow-gloved hand ripping the knife from his hand.
That is when Tony looked up and was greeted by Stephen Strange. He holds the bloodied black knife in his yellow leather gloves, and his eyes scream with heartbreak. “Tony…” Stephen says softly, dropping slowly to his knees as he slides the knife behind him.
Tony’s eyes are wide, and panic fills him as soon as he sees Stephen. He tries to move away but only bumps into the bedside table. The bed and the wall corner him in his small little space. Stephen looks at him, his face gentle and his movements slow.
“Tony, honey, I need you to look at me.” He says. When Tony doesn’t look at him he continues softly “I’m not mad. Let me help you.”
That was enough for Tony to lift his eyes. He looks up at Stephen, and as soon as their eyes meet, tears begin to pool in Tony’s eyes.
“May I touch you?” Stephen asks softly. Tony nods his head slowly, and Stephen slowly takes his gloves off. His shaky hands lift to caress Tony’s cheeks and his thumbs brush the tears as they fall.
The two of them sit there on the floor, Stephen gently brushing Tony’s tears as they fall. His hands shake and tremble as he holds Tony’s face, but Tony doesn’t notice over his own shaking.
After a short while, Stephen taps the cloak on his shoulders and whispers something to it that Tony doesn’t hear. The cloak lifts from his shoulders and flies somewhere, returning a few minutes later with a handful of items.
Tony sits quietly as Stephen takes items from the cloak, carefully cleaning the cuts on his thighs. He disinfects them, apologizing repeatedly as the solution burns. Before Tony knows it, the wounds have been cleaned, sterilized, and bandaged.
The cloak of levitation wraps itself around Tony, and he can’t help but notice that the cloak is surprisingly warm. It wraps him like a burrito, lifting him up onto the bed gently. Stephen stands and sits next to him placing his shaking hand on top of Tony’s.
“Why didn’t you tell me, darling?” Stephen asks softly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Tony doesn’t speak for a moment, and when he does it sounds weak. His voice shakes “I didn’t…” He mumbles softly trying to get his thoughts before trying again. “I didn’t want to scare you away.”
Stephen’s heart breaks at the words, but he doesn't mention it. “You will never scare me away.” He says softly. “I love you, and I want to be here for you.” He doesn’t press for an explanation, and Tony is silently thankful for that.
Stephen stands up and rifles through the closet for a minute before pulling out a set of Pajamas for Tony. “Here. You’ll be more comfortable in these.” Stephen says softly. It's only then that he remembers that he is in a button-up and tie. He takes the clothing offered and puts it on.
He watches Stephen go to the bathroom to change, and he knows it's because he struggles to button the pajama shirt. He won’t mention it though.
Slowly, Stephen climbs into the bed, opening his arms for Tony to crawl into. He does without hesitation, burying his nose into Stephen’s collarbone, and wrapping his arms tightly around him. Stephen’s hands weave into Tony’s hair, soothing him with the soft touch.
The cloak of levitation floats by the bed, somehow managing to look annoyed. Stephen pats the bed and the cloak lays on top of the blankets, softly wiggling into its place like a dog.
It doesn’t take long for Tony to fall asleep in Stephen’s arms, and the doctor sighs as he lets his own eyes fall closed. The two men and their cloak resting comfortably on the bed. There was a difficult conversation that needed to happen, but that was for tomorrow.
Description: After the battle against Thanos, Tony Stark started avoiding Dr. Strange. The Magician would try for months until eventually, he gives up. However, when Iron Man shows up in a battle without a word spoken, Stephen follows him back to his house
Warnings: None
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Stephen Strange was a doctor, a damn good doctor, and he would remind everyone that while he was not practicing he was still a doctor. One thing he could never seem to remember, however, was his lack of bedside manor. After Thanos had been defeated, Tony had barely been seen. Any time the magician had gone to visit Tony, FRIDAY had merely dismissed him with a ‘Tony is not in the building’ and ‘I am not permitted to tell you Tony’s location’. This made Stephen upset, but he merely left each time.
After one month of no contact, Stephen stopped leaving voice mails.
After two months of no contact, Stephen stopped calling.
After three months of no contact, Stephen’s texts became shortened.
After four months?
Well, Stephen stopped texting.
After six months?
Stephen stopped portaling to Tony’s house all together.
In a year? Well, when Stephen talked to Tony again, it wasn’t under ideal circumstances.
Another invasion. Stephen would say that he and the hero’s helping him had it under control. Apparently Tony Stark didn’t think that that was the case.
The Ironman armor came flying in, in all its red and gold glory. Shooting and flying with precision. The battle finished quickly, and Ironman hadn’t said a word since he arrived. Stephen called out to Tony, but was met with only silence. At the end of the battle the suit nodded once in Stephen’s general direction before shooting towards the sky and away from the remnants of the battle.
Mumbling under his breath, Stephen and his cloak went on an immediate chase. Every time the armor sped up, Stephen portaled closer. He yelled at Tony to stop and talk to him and was only met with silence and an increase of repulser speed. This continued for a while, Stephen guessed a minimum of 30 minutes, before the suit slowed down at the Stark residence.
As the suit came to a landing, Strange followed suit allowing the cloak to float off of his shoulders.
“Leave.” Said the suit, though it wasn’t Tony's voice.
“God Damn it Tony, you’ve refused to talk to me for months! I spent so long trying to find you and you’ve straight up ignored me!” Strange reached forward and grabbed the shoulder of the suit. “For Fucks sake, you’ve barely talked to me in technically over 5 years! You’ve made every effort to not talk to me since Thanos and I don’t know why! So just fucking tell me and I can leave you alone!”
Slowly the suit turned to him and spoke, this time in Tony’s now raspy voice “Because no one wants to talk to a machine, Strange.” Both men were silent for a moment at what Tony said.
“Tony, you aren't a machine. A man in a glorified suit of armor? Sure. A machine? No.” Strange’s face was full of confusion as he spoke. As he finished, The suit began to peel back, nanotech leaving its station and revealing Tony.
Stephen tried to hide his shock at the changes in the man in front of him. His right arm was entirely gone, replaced by machinery. Half of his face was deeply scarred. Tony’s eyes were sad, and looked filled with grief. “Morgan is scared of me. She refuses to be in the same room as me unless I have my face coated in makeup or am in my armor.”
Tony paused for a moment, taking a deep breath “Pepper is filing for divorce since Morgan won’t go near me. She says that it’s easier this way and I can’t keep fighting her. No one wants a machine. ‘Tony Stark has no heart’ as the saying went.” He dramatically flared his right hand for his final sentence, his mechanical hand remaining unmoving at his side.
Taking a moment to take in what was said, Stephen stepped forward and took Tony’s mechanical hand. With one hand he held it by the palm, and the other he trailed along the intricate metal. It moved almost exactly like flesh and blood, a marvel in prosthetic technology. “I think it's beautiful.” He whispered. “Both the mechanics and you.”
Tony didn’t say anything, only watching Stephen’s hands trail along the metal arm. “I’m sorry that Pepper refuses to see that, and that Morgan is too young to understand that appearances mean nothing.” Tony still kept his eyes on Strange’s hands, watching their slow, shaking movements.
Avoiding himself for a moment, Tony noticed the yellow gloves the Doctor wore. “Strange, why do you wear those gloves?”
“Same reason you’re hiding from the world. My hand’s aren’t ‘pretty’ like the world expects of a doctor.” Carefully, he let go of Tony’s mechanical hand, and carefully pulled the gloves off of his hands. Something he hadn’t done in front of another in a while.
This time, Tony reached out and took hold of Stephen’s hands. Stephen flinched at the contact, and closed his eyes at the strange and slightly painful feeling of his hands being touched. Tony used his flesh hand to run his fingers along the scarring that lined the doctor's skin, a discolored pink. “How?” was all Tony said almost mesmerized by the lines.
“I was an arrogant asshole who got in a car wreck and lost the one thing that let me be so cruel. My hands. I underwent 8 different treatments, spending all of my money and pushing away the one person who still cared about me. After that I found the ancient one and learned the mystic arts…” he paused for a moment “blah blah blah, all that boring reform-ity bullshit people love to gloat about.”
Tony began to laugh a little bit, leaving Stephen to smile quietly. “All of our scars are different Tony. I know they’re painful, emotionally and perhaps even physically. You need to remember though, your scars are proof that you survived.” He let his laughter die down and smiled.
“Now!” started Stephen “Lets get you inside, and I’ll let you in on a little secret!” Tony perked up at that.
“The magic man has a secret? I wonder what it could be!” He teased, letting Stephen take his hand again and begin leading him into the house.
“Well, I make a mean batch of cookies. My sister loved them! She would bug me almost every day asking for a new batch of cookies!” The two of them laughed at the story as they walked inside, and soon after cookies could be smelt baking in the oven.
I'm not dead! YAY! Sorry, there's been so much radio silence lately! I started college, got pretty sick, and was super busy!
I have been writing quite a bit, however none of it has been Marvel related. I don't know if y'all wanna see any of it or just want me to stick to the Marvel stuff.
I promise I'll try to get something interesting out soon!
Description: When Loki begins screaming within his prison cell in Asgard, Frigga began trying to help him. When she dies? Thor and Odin ship him back to earth, leaving him in the care of Tony Stark, currently residing alone in the Avengers Tower. Now Tony is stuck with Loki, screaming a floor below him and no idea why.
Warnings: Torture, cannon character death
Loki had begun to cry within the confines of his prison cell in Asgard. The crying was loud, prisoners shouted and yelled for him to stop his yowling. The guards hit the glass, ordering him to be quiet to no avail. Not one of them noticed his hands being clasped to his head, or his fingers digging into his scalp.
The crying had been near constant for a week when he began screaming. Thor and Odin had both come down to his cell to attempt to quiet him. They tried talking to him and yelling at him, but he didn’t react to them. If either attempted to touch him, his screaming would become louder, and he would desperately shuffle himself from them.
Another week had passed, Loki’s screaming wearing on everyone within earshot. His voice was hoarse, and scratchy. Halfway through the week he began coughing up blood, his throat bleeding from the strain and trauma.
Odin asked Frigga to go comfort her son. She was distraught by the hoarse screaming that got louder as she approached. The prisoners who would bang on the glass, shouting profanities at any opportunity were silent. Many with their hands or pillows covering their ears.
The guards granted her access into his cell, and she sat next to him as he continued to scream. She began softly talking to him, and after a long while his screaming ceased. He coughed and cried, and she watched and the blood dripped down his lip, adding to the blood stain on his face. A while later he looked up into his mother’s eyes. The usually bright green in his eyes were dull, and there were flashes of blue. With each flash she saw in his eyes he choked out another sob. His nails dug into his scalp, and his chest tightened in pain.
She continued to talk to him softly, until eventually his hands fell from his head and he leaned into her. Loki’s sobbing eventually quieted down into a whimper, and his eyes closed. Frigga held her son, and lowered his head to rest in her lap.
After a few hours she lifted his head and put a pillow under it, leaving the room to talk to her husband. She realized quickly that his head had been poisoned by the tesseract. The theory was proven correct when Odin recalled Loki’s eyes being blue when he was sentenced to prison. Thor agreed, stating Loki’s eyes were blue during the battle of New York.
She had only barely begun to look into healing his mind when she was killed. Loki had begun screaming less with Frigga’s visits to him, but his screaming became louder than before when he heard of his mother’s murder.
Thor was being sent to deal with the threat upon Asgard, which would leave Odin alone to try and deal with his kingdom, his wife’s murder, and Loki’s ailments. Odin ordered Thor to take Loki to midgard and find somewhere secure to keep him until a cure could be found. So Thor brought Loki to the Avengers tower. Tony, albeit reluctantly, had a floor of the tower fitted to accommodate Loki.
Most of the Avengers were gone on their own business. Clint was spending time with his family and Natasha had trailed along and joined him. Steve was out doing his own thing, learning about what he had missed. Bruce has returned to his time in Africa, although he actually kept contact. This left Tony alone in a tower, with a god screaming a floor below him.
Tony had gone down daily to bring Loki food, but each day the food from before had been untouched. He hadn’t bothered with the god until one day he took a good look at the god.
Blood was dripping from his lips, his eyes were bloodshot. One hand had fallen from his head, showing the fingers raw, bits of scabs underneath his nails. Thor had told him that something something tesseract had done something. Thor wasn’t the best at explanations. Then again, Tony wasn’t the best at listening.
Tony went and got a damp towel and slowly walked up to the god. He lifted the towel to Loki’s lip, but as soon as he got close Loki backed away. Loki looked at Tony for a few seconds, which were just enough for Tony to see a flash of bright blue flicker in his eyes. He shut his eyes nearly immediately and let out a scream that quickly dissolved into a coughing fit.
Tony sighed, this wasn’t what he signed up for. “Look, I get you don’t want to be touched but you’ve got blood everywhere.” Loki stopped shuffling away and held mostly still as Tony began dabbing the blood from his lips and chin, only flinching away a handful of times. The crying didn’t cease however, and the coughing continued.
Once Tony was done cleaning Loki’s face he stood up and left. Not long after the screaming returned, not as constant, but still there. Tony sat down and thought, when he had last seen Loki his eyes had been a brilliant blue. He could easily compare it to the brilliant color of the Tesseract. But now Loki’s eyes were as green as an emerald.
The Longer that Tony sat and thought the more he realized wasn’t right. Loki looked desperate and terrified, fingers dug into his head as if he had a horrible migraine. If he was coughing up blood, the screaming must have been happening for a while. Loki seemed relatively calm until his eyes flashed with blue, the color of the tesseract, and then he would scream. His screams sounded painful.
Tony had a phone call to make.
After a while of calling Clint repeatedly he finally got an answer. “Tony, that thing is fucked up. Imagine the worst migraine of your life. You can't fight your way into control and if you try it's like getting punched in the brain.”
That got Tony to stop in his tracks. “Oh holy fuck. I know what's going on. That box is fucking with his brain even though its literally in another world!” There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Uh… Ok i guess. Look, I've got some stuff to do. I’ll talk to you later Tin-Can.” Clint hung up quickly, leaving Tony mumbling about the archer’s audacity.
Tony started paying more attention after that, taking notes about Loki’s actions when his eyes flashed. Clint’s descriptions about a migraine certainly seemed to track. It seemed to happen around every thirty seconds. Eventually it led Tony to 2 possible conclusions.
There was some sort of tesseract fragment in his brain that would pulse.
Or
The tesseract was trying to control him from worlds away.
Out of the two neither made complete sense, but they were his only ideas.
After a few days he was able to get Loki to let him touch him. It didn’t last for longer than a handful of seconds, he would pull himself away with every strike of the tesseract. Tony knew he would have to sedate Loki if he had a chance of figuring out which of his theories it was. So, with the knowledge he had hacked out of S.H.I.E.L.D’s database on Thor, he bought horse tranquilizer. Loki wasn’t human so it wouldn’t kill him. Probably.
Once it arrived, Tony loaded the whole thing into a syringe. His armor was sitting on standby in case Loki tried to kill him. It didn’t seem likely, but better safe than sorry. When Loki’s eyes flashed with blue Tony gripped his arm and stuck the needle into the vein in his arm, and for the first time in a while Loki spoke.
“What did you just do to me?” His voice was hoarse, and he began coughing as soon as he finished speaking. Tony dropped the syringe and tried to help him, but Loki glared at him “Don't you touch me,” his voice began to waver and soften. The tranquilizer was starting to kick in “you arrogant mortal.” With that, his eyes closed and his breathing began to settle.
“Sorry, but I don't think you would have held still for any of what we need to do.”
Tony carefully picked up the unconscious god and carried him to his lab. He was quite glad that he had bought a shit load of medical equipment after Afghanistan. He started with an x-ray of Loki’s head, which didn’t show anything that shouldn’t be there. After he did a C.T. scan, which also turned up with nothing external. So it turned out that there wasn’t some sort of tesseract shard in his skull, which was good!
But that meant he couldn’t just find a way to remove a shard. He had to block an outside source. An outside source that he knew very little about.
So with his limited knowledge, he took a measurement of Loki’s head, and drew some blood for some basic blood work. With those completed he carried Loki back to his level. Laying him down on the floor with a pillow under his head.
Loki woke up with the never ending pain in his head, but was slightly surprised to feel a pillow under his head and the lights in the room dimmed. It was softer on his eyes, and while his head still hurt terribly, the dimmer lights helped a little.
The tesseract continued to cause him pain, and he laid there crying, choking out sobs. About twenty minutes had passed when Tony came back into the room. Tony was wearing a dirty t shirt and was carrying a metal helmet with wires coming from every single direction.
“Shit. I thought you’d be out a little bit longer.” He said as he knelt down to Loki’s side. The god had his eyes pointed down into the pillow, and with each flash of blue he dug his face a bit deeper into the pillow.
Tony sighed and reached his arm underneath Loki, and carefully lifted him up. Loki groaned and turned his face into Tony’s chest, making Tony’s arc reactor close enough to Loki’s head that he could lightly feel the pain of the tesseract. The shocks that rattled the god’s brain stabbed his heart. Tony gasped at the pain, before lifting Loki’s head from his chest.
“Loki,” Tony said, quietly as to not startle him “I’m going to put something on your head, it should help okay?” Loki only groaned again in response, leaning his head over the other way.
Slowly, Tony lowered his contraption onto Loki’s head. Loki’s usually well kept hair was a disaster and kept getting caught in Tony’s device. He had to keep brushing hair out of the device but eventually he managed to get it placed onto his head.
After a moment of the device being on his head, Loki’s strained breathing slowed. His eyes looked confused but much softer. After a moment he looked at Tony before letting his eyes close and head loll over back into Tony’s chest. The pain had finally stopped.
From what little Tony knew, he was willing to believe that Loki had been awake for a month straight, except when he had been drugged to sleep. It made literally no sense to Tony except that maybe it had to do with him not being human. Gently, Tony laid the god down again, setting his head on the pillow. Once he was sure Loki wouldn’t move, he stood up and headed back to his workshop.
Tony spent the next day in his workshop working to find a more subtle and comfortable way to block out the influence of the tesseract. He thought about how he had been experimenting with Nano-technology, but he wasn’t sure that it would work with Loki’s biology. Let alone that he could do it.
He spent his time working on a less bulky design that would be more comfortable. His new design was simply a beanie, with a shit load of electronics. Lightweight and functional. He could tell it worked since it made his head buzz when he put it on. He did some final closings on the beanie and sat down when J.A.R.V.I.S. allerted him to Loki beginning to wake. He sighed as he got up from his chair, grabbing the beanie on the way.
When he arrived, Loki was sitting up, one hand keeping him upright and the other rubbing his temples. He looked over when the elevator doors opened.
Loki’s voice was still hoarse as he spoke, though his voice was barely above a whisper “So, the one who strikes me down helps me? A mortal man who hides behind a suit of armor.” He began coughing, and when he stopped he looked down at the blood on his sleeve. Sighing, Loki rubbed his throat, looking away from where Tony stood.
“Although,” spoke the god “I suppose a thank you is in order Mortal. So, thank you.” His eyes were sad, but for the first time in a while they were green. Not a single hint of blue could be seen in the emerald eyes.
Tony shrugged as he walked to Loki, and sat by his side. “Hey, I’ve got a new model of the wad of junk on your head. It’ll be more comfortable.” He held up the beanie “Not really what I see as your style, but it’ll be more comfortable to sleep in.”
Loki looked at him, “But, you’ll have to take this off.”
Tony nodded.
Sighing, Loki nodded back and unclipped the janky helmet. As quickly as he could he ripped off the helmet and snatched the beanie from Tony’s hand. He placed it onto his head quickly, and sighed.
“Thank you.”
Loki reached a hand out, but began pulling it back. Tony smiled a little and pulled Loki into a hug. The god tensed for a moment, but quickly melted into it, snuggling closely into Tony’s neck.
When they finally pulled apart Tony smiled “Now, how about we get you some food. I know you haven't eaten since you got here.”
Loki began laughing, although his laughter was merely silent exhales of hair. “You, one of the richest men in midgard, plan to cook? For a prisoner?” He had a bit of a smug smile on his face when he spoke.
“Me? Ha! No, we’re going into town and getting dinner. I’ve been getting delivery food for us both for a few weeks now. I want some solid sit-down, and you’re coming with me.” Tony stood up and brushed his shirt straight, before holding out his hand to help Loki stand.
Loki took his hand and pulled himself up, leaning heavily on Tony. “Iron man, I am a known criminal. I cannot simply walk the streets of midgard!” Tony yawned in response. “You’re famous! You cannot walk without the paparazzi cornering you!”
Tony began laughing “I’ve got my ways. Just blend in. My name is Anthony, no one calls me that. A baseball cap, a hoodie, and a few fake tattoos and I’m a whole different person. And you are my friend Luke. And since you just got out of the hospital, we’re getting dinner.”
“I’m sorry?” Loki raised an eyebrow “I just got out of a hospital? Really?”
Tony looked at him smugly “You can barely walk without leaning on me. You’re getting a pair of crutches.”
Loki found himself a half hour later wearing jeans, a green hoodie, and using a pair of arm crutches. Where Tony had a pair hiding out eluded him, but it made it so he could walk on his own. Tony helped him get into the car and the two of them drove to a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town.
The two got themselves a table in the corner and ordered their food. Loki ate more than Tony had honestly expected, but Loki enjoyed his food. The two talked a bit before Tony paid the bill and the two returned to the tower.
Tony led loki to the avengers common area, and Loki sat down awkwardly on the couch. Loki was surprisingly quiet, and so Tony tried to bring up conversation.
“So, you never did get that drink i offered you. Would you like something? I’ve got alcoholic and non alcoholic. Nothing as strong as asgard’s alcohol I’m sure, but its still alcoholic.”
Loki looked at Tony for a moment, judging if he was serious before answering “If you have any wine that would be nice. Whatever’s strongest is perfectly fine.”
Tony grabbed a bottle of wine from the cupboard and poured Loki and himself a glass. He handed a glass to Loki as he sat down and they both took a sip. Tony sighed, setting his glass down and putting his hand to his temple.
“Alright, somethings wrong. Whats going on goat helmet?”
Loki scoffed “Goat helmet? Really? You couldn’t come up with anything better than that?”
Shrugging Tony replied “Meh, work in progress. Now answer the question.”
Loki’s nose scrunched up and he glanced over at Tony “Why? Why would you bother with me? My oaf of a brother left me here to sit while Odin likely does nothing sitting in his throne, yet for some reason you helped me. You spent the time and money trying to help free me from the tesseract and then took me to dinner? You must want something from me.”
Tony stared at him, confusion clear on his face. He said nothing for a moment “You actually think I want something?”
Loki nodded, and Tony shook his head “Look, a lot of people think I’m just a selfish assshole. I mean, i guess thats true, I put my name on the side of a massive building. But I try not to be an asshole. I’ve stopped my companies weapons manufacturing, we make little things now. Phones, computers, those little vacuum robots. I’ve tried to help cover some of the cost of damages to the city.”
“Ah, I see.” said Loki “So I’m a charity case?”
Groaning, Tony shook his head. “You aren’t understanding. I didn’t help for because i wanted anything. I helped you because I hate seeing people in pain.”
Loki didn’t say anything for a minute, “Mortals. As strange as ever I do beleive.” Loki scoffed, a bit playfully. Tony smiled and placed his hand on Loki’s shoulder.
“You know, you don’t seem nearly as terrible as you were during the battle of New York.”
Loki looked down and swirled his wine “Well, the tesseract wasn’t only controlling your archerer friend.”
After a few seconds, Tony connected the dots. “You weren’t in control of yourself, were you?” Loki shook his head slowly.
“It was my idea. I wanted to prove to Odin that I was worthy of the throne. I was given use of the tesseract and an army. I didn’t want to be nearly so brutal. My plans were taken out of proportions. I wont push away the blame, I am at fault.”
“Meh, doesn’t sound like you should get the full blame for that.” Loki glanced at Tony before downing the rest of his wine.
“Look, you’re trying far too much to be kind. Lets change the subject please.” Tony nodded, picking up his own wine and taking a sip.
The two talked for a while on various subjects, until Loki grew tired. He fell asleep quite quickly, leaning against Tony. Tony had also started to drift off by the time Loki fell asleep, and so Tony fell asleep with Loki leaning against him. Perhaps they were both softies in one way or another.
Description: When Tony returns from Afghanistan, it still felt empty. You thought he was dead, but now he was back. But then you thought he died again... You're emotions were confused.
Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, near death experiences
Tony had been missing for 3 months when you got the call that he had been found. You had drug Happy in the car as soon as you heard and the two of you went to meet him. You wondered now if Pepper would have handled this better, but you had taken her place in the company (and in Tony’s life) about a year before. Your foot was tapping against the floorboards as Happy drove, a silent concern floating in the car.
You stumbled out of the car as soon as Happy put the car into park, and ran towards Tony. You stopped at the foot of the plane door, and watched as he stood from the wheelchair and Rhody helped him down. He flagged away the gurney as he reached the bottom.
“Miss me?” You gently raised a hand to his face, but he shrugged it away.
He had always been sort of cold, but this was colder. You didn’t know what happened to him in the 3 months he had been missing but something was different about him.
The car ride was uncomfortable, he asked for a cheeseburger and a press conference and was silent the rest of the ride. When the two of you got to the press conference, you stayed behind. Promising to put Phil Colson into the books, but otherwise walking away.
The next time you truly talked to him was when he called you to put a new arc reactor into his chest. He talked kindly to you again, and even though you were doing something absolutely disgusting it made you feel good again.
When he told you to incinerate the old arc reactor, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So you ordered a glass box with a metal plate. Ingrained was ‘Proof that Tony Stark Has a Heart” and you cherished it every time you saw it in the workshop.
You had no idea what Obidiah was planning until you were running from a warehouse with a metal suit chasing you. Obidiah pointed bullets into your face and you were barely saved by Tony flying in with another metal suit.
As the two disappeared, fighting with one another, you sank to the floor. You heard an explosion and feared Tony was dead. Slowly you started crying, tears leaking from your eyes faster than you could stop them. Suddenly your earpiece buzzed, with Tony’s voice coming in a little bit glitchy.
You ran with tears streaming down your face as you overloaded the massive arc reactor. You barely made it out of the building and Tony was sure to be dead this time. You screamed his name as you sobbed.
To say you were relieved that Tony was alive was certainly an understatement. You were taking off the bandages on his face right before he walked onto the stage to give his press release. Phil Coleson had given Tony an alibi on a piece of paper, and you knew he wouldn’t stick with it perfectly, but you truly didn’t expect for him to toss it entirely and tell the world he was Iron Man.
After a long while he made it away from the crowds and a while after that he was able to get away from Coleson. You had secluded yourself to your room once you were able to get away from the reporters that swarmed around you.
The next day Tony knocked on your door, but you didn’t answer.
The next morning Tony knocked again, but you just rolled over in bed.
The morning after that Tony knocked again, but when he was greeted with silence he sighed and knocked again.
He frowned when he didn’t hear anything again from inside the room.
“Y/N? I’m coming in!” He fidjeted with something from outside the door before it clicked unlocked. He sighed when he saw you laying under the covers of the bed. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down. He placed his hand on your head and gently stroked your hair as he began to talk.
“I know the last few months have been, challenging, to say the least.” He looked away from you as he continued “I know i’ve been distant from you. Knowing you, you spent every single day I was missing worrying and trying to find me. You’ve always been so kind.
Like that day when Pepper left. Screaming and throwing stuff everywhere. The moment she stormed out the door you came in and began picking up the pieces, both literally and figuratively. You filled my heart and I could never thank you enough.”
Slowly you turned your head to look at him and sat up.
“Hey there, princess? How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice was soft and gentle.
You leaned over into him “Good.” you paused for a moment “I’m a little hungry.” Tony laughed as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and pulled you in closer to him.
“How about we order delivery, whatever you would like. We can watch one of those movies you were talking about a few months ago?” You nodded, enjoying snuggling into his warmth. Knowing things were finally going to start looking up for you.
Notes: Sorry this one is a lot shorter, I was insanely busy literally all of July! I promise I'll get to requests as soon as I can! For a tiny but it might be a bit more self indulgent just till i get back into the groove of writing!
I've been absolutely crammed this summer! July is typically packed for me! Between restarting my normal summer activities, and dealing with my chronic illness i've been swamped! LOL!
Don't worry! As soon as I have some time again I'll keep writing!
Description: Loki found himself alone on a floor of Avengers Tower with nothing. You came in to help him figure out earth technology and ensure he got what he needed. Neither of you expected to fall in love, especially when Loki is hit with the death of his mother.
Warnings: Death, Viking burial, imprisionment.
When Loki was told he was being sent to earth, he wasn’t particularly thrilled. He was even less thrilled when he found out that he was going to be staying at the Avengers Tower, under the watchful eye of the Avengers. When he arrived he was walked into an elevator that took him to his own floor. He stepped onto the carpet, and waited for the Asguardian guards to release his cuffs.
They finally stepped forward and released his wrists, which he rubbed to help release the stiffness. The guards walked back into the elevator and he watched as they closed the door. Loki popped his wrist as he looked around him.
He was at the edge of what would be a common room. There was a kitchen in one corner, a nice dining table in another, and the other half of the room was a lounge. A large flatscreen TV was sitting on the wall, facing it was a big chocolate brown couch and two matching chocolate brown reclining chairs, with a coffee table.
Once he finally took a step he was greeted with a loud male voice “Good evening, Mr. Laufeyson. My name is J.A.R.V.I.S. I am an Artificial Intelligence created by Mr. Stark. I would like to give you a simple tour of your floor. Since you will be living on this floor alone, you will not have anyone else to guide you through.”
Loki looked up towards the ceiling, before rolling his eyes “Fantastic” he muttered sarcastically “Please lead the way.”
He walked through the conjoining hallways learning the layout from the AI as he went, his bedroom and bathroom were across the hall to one another. He had a gym, and a library further down.
Once he was completed with his walk-thru tour of the level, he walked to the bathroom. For the first time in a few weeks, he saw his own reflection in something other than glass.
His hair was greasy and stringy, and his eyes had dark circles. For the first time he saw the collar around his neck. It was small, but enchanted with asgardian magic. He looked scrawny and weak, and couldn’t help but think about how sad he looked.
Finally he stopped looking at himself in the mirror and walked down to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to find it empty, then the cabinets to find the same. He sighed “J.A.R.V.I.S. There isn’t any food here. Do they plan to starve me?”
The AI replied quickly “There is no such intent. Mr. Stark was unsure of what you would have wanted to have food wise and so he left it for you to decide. I recommend ordering take out for tonight, and ordering your groceries to be delivered tomorrow.”
He sighed “Alright then, how do I order this Take out?” So for the next hour he was introduced to the use of a tablet. When he finally selected a chinese restaurant, he spent about 15 minutes asking questions about what the selections were. Finally he selected an order of Chow Mein, Fried Rice, Sweet and Sour Chicken, and some Spring Rolls.
While he waited for his Chinese food to arrive, he began navigating grocery shopping. When he was finally finished with his online grocery shopping he sat on the couch and fidgeted with the TV until the elevator bell rang.
Startled, he stood up quickly, facing the door. When it opened he saw you standing there with a take-out bag. “Hello Mr. Laufeyson, my name is Y/N. I’m an assistant to the avengers here at the tower and I’ll be here to help you as well. I’m glad J.A.R.V.I.S. was able to help you order your dinner. I would have been here sooner to help but I got drug into doing some paperwork.”
The two of you awkwardly stood there facing one another. “May I come in?”
He blinked as he realized that you hadn’t left the elevator. “Oh, yes, of course. Please come in.” You walked in slowly, heels softly pattering against the short carpet. Once you reached the dining table, you set down the bag. Pulling out the take-out boxes. Once they were all sitting on the table, alongside a pair of chopsticks and a package of plastic silverware, you walked towards the door.
“Please let J.A.R.V.I.S. know if you need anything from me. I’ll be happy to help.” You said as you stepped into the elevator. It dinged as the door closed and he couldn’t see your face anymore.
As he sat down and ate his food, he thought about you. This strange woman who had to have heard about the death and distraction he caused, and yet you were still polite. You didn’t invade his space like the guards in Asguard did. You didn’t yell and you weren’t aggressive like the Avengers were to him.
The next day he found himself having to call you for assistance. While J.A.R.V.I.S. tried to explain how the shower worked, he was unable to understand. So he called on you.
You spent around twenty minutes explaining how the shower works, and once you finished with that you brought him up some shampoo and conditioner for him to use until his groceries arrived later in the day.
You left for a short while to get him a change of clothing. You would have to take him to a store to actually get him some proper clothing. A forest green turtle neck, black jeans and a black belt. You returned and sat on his couch, working on paperwork for Tony while you waited.
After about 20 minutes the bathroom door opened and Loki walked out, wrapped in a towel. You stood up as he walked to you. “I was, unsure if you were still here. Were you able to find a change of clothing? I wasn’t aware as to how dirty my clothing from asgard was until now.”
You smiled slightly as you picked up the clothing and handed it to him. “These might not fit but they are clean and the belt should keep the pants up if they’re too big. When i can get permission I’ll take you out to get clothing, but it’ll take some time.”
Loki looked at you curiously “Please wait a moment for me to get changed, I have a question for you.” You nodded, agreeing to stay and he quickly turned on his heels walking back to the bathroom.
He returned a couple of minutes later, the top fitting a little bit loosely and the pants only being supported by the belt keeping them there. His hair was braided back, although it was without a ponytail to hold it in place.
Slowly, he walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Why are you so kind to me?” His green eyes had a puzzled look to them.
You just smiled “Everyone deserves some kindness. Besides, you don’t seem like the cruel monster i was told about. You’ve been polite and havn’t done anything threatening.”
Loki looked like he was about to say something but you spoke first, looking down at your watch. “Oh no! I’m going to be late for Tony’s meeting. I’m sorry to run so quickly but Tony needs his papers!”
You grabbed your laptop and ran to the elevator “Let J. know if you need me! I’ll be back when you’re grocries come in later today!” The door opened and you pressed the button. Loki watched you open your laptop as the door closed, frantically pressing buttons.
Over the next few weeks you would come over at least once a day, often teaching Loki something new about earth culture. You brought him some cookbooks for him to experiment cooking with. Quite frequently he would ask you to stay for dinner, or to at least return to have some of the food he cooked. After about a week of this you suggested he invite his brother or some of the Avengers to dinner.
Loki was certainly hesitant about the idea, especially since he hadn’t seen any of them since the day of the invasion. But after a lot of convincing from you he invited them for dinner. Clint and Natasha refused, which wasn’t surprising. Steve and Bruce declined (far more politely). Thor had gone off world the morning loki agreed to inviting them for dinner so he wouldn’t be attending. This left you asking Tony.
“Tony, please. Just one night, one dinner! I’ll be right there, and besides he can’t use magic!” You pleaded with the billionaire.
Tony just scoffed “He tried to mind control me. Oh! And he pushed me out of a window! What makes you think he isn’t gonna try to kill me?” he scoweled at you as he edited blueprints.
“Well,” You started “So far, he has been nothing but respectful with me. He’s invited me to dinner every single night for over a week with food he’s made and he’s never poisioned me. Besides, he needs some contact with the outside world! If I can get both of you through one dinner, without Loki causing any incidents, then i can see about taking him to get some actual clothing! Nothing here fits and i can never seem to order the right size!”
Tony laughed “HA! Okay okay! I’ll do it. If you manage to get Fury to let you take him out of the tower I’ll give you five thousand dollars!” That was a win!
You raced back to tell Loki that Thor was off world, but Tony agreed to come to dinner. He looked surprisingly happy and asked you to come with him to the kitchen. On the counter he had everything ready to make a hearty stew. Beef, carrots, onions, potatoes, greenbeans, and bell pepper. All ready to go into the crock pot you had ordered for him.
He was grinning when he asked you “Do you think this stew would be alright? Also do you think i could get a tablecloth for the table?”
His smile was infectious “Of course! And I’m sure the stew will be delicious!” You left and returned quickly with a tablecloth, before running off to take care of more paperwork for Tony.
You and Tony both arrived at Loki’s floor at six o’clock. The elevator opening to reveil a wonderfully smelling stew. The table had been set up, and Loki was had just finished setting down the three bowls of stew.
“Oh! You’re here!” Loki said, wiping his hands on a towel “Please come in! I made some stew! Its not particularly fancy, but it should be good! Please! Sit!” You walked in first, Tony trailing behind you a little suspicious.
But when you sat down across from Loki and started eating, he followed suit. You praised the food heavily, and much to your and Loki’s surprise Tony did too!
Most of the meal was awkward but you managed to keep up some conversation. You asked Loki to tell some tales from when he was in Asgard. Most of what he told involved his mother, the stories she would read him, and the magic he learned from her.
After a while of Loki’s talks about Asguard, Tony began talking about his mother. Apparently having a loving mother was something they had in common. The two talked and talked until Tony got a call from Pepper demanding him to come and fill out some Stark Industry paperwork.
When Stark ran off to deal with Pepper, you began helping Loki clean up the table and the kitchen. “I think Tony is starting to warm up to you.” You said to him, watching as he put the left over Stew into a pyrex.
He smiled “His mother sounds like she was a wonderful person. Perhaps I could arrange for him to meet mine.”
After a few more weeks, you managed to convince Fury to let Loki leave the tower, with the condition that you were with him at all times. You were thrilled as you ran to his floor to tell him the news. He light up like a small child on christmas and swooped you in a hug.
He set you down and appologized “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.” You laughed a little, looking at him shying away like a small child.
“Its perfectly alright Loki! It was a hug, not a backstab.” You smiled and he gave a soft chuckle.
The next day the two of you went out shopping, mainly for clothing. You two spent the day walking through stores and getting clothing that properly fit him. You were nearly done with all of your shopping when an Asgardian guard walked up to you both.
He handed Loki a scroll that he took cautiously. He removed the ribbon surrounding it and it opened. As he read, his hands begun to shake. He looked up at you, trying to blink back tears.
“Frigga, Mother. She’s dead.”
You got permission from Fury that evening to take him to Asguard, and so the next morning the two of you were taken through the bifrost. You and Loki were escorted to his chambers, where he pulled his royal outfit from the closet.
Of course you wouldn’t admit that seeing him in the outfit he wore to attack New York was intimidating. But it was obvious in his eyes that he wouldn’t do anything even remotely out of line.
The two of you were taken to her burrial at sea. You and Loki stood next to Thor and Jane Foster. Thor held a surprisingly strong face, watching as his mother’s body was sent out to sea. You looked over at Loki when his hand grasped yours. When the arrow was shot and the boat began to burn, Loki closed his eyes and dipped his head taking a deep breath before looking up and watching it burn.
Loki, Thor, and Odin stayed there the longest. You and Loki ended up leaving before his brother and father. The two of you returned to Loki’s room, and he sat down on the bed. He sat there for a moment before his composure fell and tears began to pour from his eyes. Quickly he pulled his knees to his chest and covered his eyes with his hands.
His shoulders shook, and tears slipped down his hands. His breathing was fast and unsteady before he screamed. The noise was pained, what you would imagine coming from someone experiencing physical torture. You could feel a slight pulse go through the air, and it was obvious that it was the tiniest bit of magic seeping through the collar that contained his power. But nothing became of it, merely emotions too strong to control with a mesely collar.
You carefully walked up to him, sat down next to him, and wrapped your arms around him, just letting him cry. After a moment or two he turned into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. The two of you sat like that for a while, Loki crying into your shoulder.
Once his tears began to subside, he pulled away. He wiped his face and his eyes, which were both quite red.
“I appologize Y/N, I did not intend to burden you with my emotions.” His eyes looked away from you and down to his own hands.
Carefully you took them in your own “Loki, don’t appologize for your emotions. Its healthy to express them, to let them out so they don’t hurt you.”
He closed his eyes as he spoke “The last thing I ever told her was that she wasn’t my mother, as she hadn’t bore me. She was my mother. And now shes gone thinking I hated her.” His breath began to speed up again, and tears pricked at his eyes.
“Oh, Loki. She was your mother. She knew that deep down you truely love her. I’m willing to believe that she knew you were angry, and that you only said that out of anger.” You said softly, putting a hand to his face and wiping the tears away that fell softly.
The two of you talked, letting him tell you his thoughts and feelings, memories and regrets. The two laid on the bed as you talked until eventually you both drifted to sleep.
When you awoke you found yourself snuggled into Loki’s chest, both of your arms curled into your chest and both his arms wrapped around your waist keeping you close. His hair was whisped in every direction, and a few pieces gently swooped across his face.
You had only been awake for a moment, still extremely groggy and not exactly realising the position you were in when he woke up. His green eyes looked into yours for a moment, half open, before widening as he realised how he was holding you. His face reddened as he pulled his arms away from you and sat up.
“Oh Y/N! I appologize! I do not know what happened!” He looked afraid and worried, you understood he worried that he’d loose what little privilege he had been granted.
You sat up and placed your hand on his face “Hey, don’t appologize. It was really comfy.”
He smiled softly “You are the kindest human I’ve ever met, I do not understand why you are this way with me. Especially after everything I have done to Midguard.”
You looked in his eyes and they were the same gentle green you had come to know over his time in the Avengers Tower. “You don’t seem the same as what they showed on television. Also, your eyes were blue when the showed you on the TV. Why do they look so different?”
“The septor. I used it to control the archerer. It spoke to me, it was driving me mad. I knew it held power over others, and that i could use it to control them. But its power poisioned my mind. I did not wish that much distruction. I merely wanted what I believed to be my birthright. With Thor at Odins right hand that would never come to be on Asguard, i assumed Midguard to be a fine alternative.”
You looked at him confused “Why didn’t you tell Odin that the septor manipulated you?”
He let out a soft laugh “Odin never would have listened to me. He had the word of his beloved first born and will always listen to him before he considered a word his black sheep of a son would utter.”
You smiled “I had a feeling that you were far better than anyone else said. Turns out i was right. You’re just, a little rough around the edges.” You said as you brushed his hair out of his face.
Loki gently grabbed your hand and looked in your eyes “You make me feel something i do not understand, but it truely feels lovely.”
“If its love, then I feel it too.” You said softly, looking away from his eyes. He lifted a hand to turn your head towards him.
“May I?” He asked gently, his voice soft and not nearly as demanding as you would have expected from a prince. You nodded, and he leaned in.
When youre lips touched he let go of your hand and brought his to your waist, pulling you closer. His lips were cool and gentle against yours, and when your lips separated he let out a gentle sigh.
The two of you looked in each others eyes until Loki breathed out a soft “I love you.”
You scooted closer to him and wrapped him in a hug “I love you too.”
Red and Yellow Roses (Tony Stark X Stephen Strange)
Red and Yellow Roses
Tony Stark X Stephen Strange
Description: When Stephen returns home from a mission and dismisses Tony, who hadn't slept in over a day, Tony becomes upset. Even though the next day was their anniversary, Tony runs off and Stephen goes to bed. However, when Stephen is barely able to sleep without Tony by his side, he goes and prepares for their anniversary so that he can correct his mistake.
Warnings: none
Tony was tired. Ok maybe tired wasn’t the right word. Tony was exhausted. He had been up for well over 24 hours, and had spent basically the whole time in his lab when Pepper wasn’t bugging him to sign papers. He had finally stopped working when J.A.R.V.I.S. began to lock down his equipment.
He went back to the bedroom he shared with Stephen Strange, and changed out of his dirty work clothes. He sat down on the bed and looked at the calendar he kept on the wall. Tomorrow was their 1 year anniversary. They had started dating a whole year ago tomorrow. Tony had a nice dinner planned for the two of them, but Stephen had been gone for a little bit. Being the Sorcerer Supreme was a taxing job, and often required him to leave on a dime.
J.A.R.V.I.S. alerted him to some papers that Pepper had sent over for him to sign. Something that he could easily say he hated. The constant nagging from his ex-girlfriend about his company that he left her in charge of running. Yet he still had to sign all the papers. He was part of the way through digitally signing them when a ring of sparks appeared, and out walked Stephen.
He was covered in dirt, and small cuts, and blood. His perfectly kept hair was tossed in every direction possible. His robes were torn and slashed. The gleam in his eyes was replaced with a tired dullness.
Tony immediately stood from where he sat on the bed and ran up to Stephen “You're back!” Tony reached his hands out to cup Stephen’s face, but he backed away from the contact.
“I need to shower. I’ll be back.” Tony was taken aback by the lack of affection. Stephen started walking towards the bathroom and Tony marched after him.
“I’m sorry? No ‘Hi Tony’ or ‘I missed you Tony’ or even ‘I love you’? Really?” The cloak around Stephen's shoulders let go of his robes and flew to the other side of the room.
Stephen sighed as he began to untie his robes “Look, it was a long fight, and i haven't slept. I havent really eaten either. I just want a fucking shower, is that alright?”
“Fine, go have a shower! It’s not like it matters to me! I just wanted a fucking hug from my boyfriend!” Tony turned on his heels and walked out of the room. Stephen, in similar fashion, marched into the bathroom and slammed the door. Leaving the cloak so lift itself up and down in a motion similar to a sigh.
When Stephen walked out of the bathroom after his shower, he was sort of surprised that Tony wasn’t sitting in bed. In fact Tony was nowhere to be seen. Stephen wandered the floor before giving up. He was exhausted, and if Tony couldn’t understand that then it was his own fault.
He didn’t exactly sleep much. The emptiness in the bed was a painful cold. And so one the clock hit 5:20 AM Stephen got up. He searched the closet for a suit, and pulled out a nice navy blue one. With a little bit of searching, he found a red tie with simple gold stripes on it. The choice was only a little bit inspired by Tony’s Iron Man suits.
Once he was fully dressed up, with hair combed back, and suit ironed. He wrapped the Cloak of Levitation around his shoulders and opened a portal.
He stepped right outside a lovely little flower shop. Walking into the shop he was greeted by the sweet old lady who owned and ran the shop.
“Oh! Stephen! I’m so excited for you to see this bouquet! What a beautiful bouquet idea you had! Red and yellow roses mixed together with a single green rose in the middle! It's stunning!”
The cheerful lady handed him the bouquet, and she was certainly right that it was stunning. Stephen thanked her and paid for the bouquet (He may have slipped a large bit extra into her tip jar when she wasn’t looking).
Once he was outside, Stephen opened a portal back to the tower. “J.A.R.V.I.S. Where is Tony? I have something for him.”
“Mr. Stark has requested I not tell you his location.” The AI replied simply. Stephen sighed, deciding instead to search the tower. He started with the Avengers wing, and when he found nothing he continued to the lab.
It turned out the lab was the place to go. He found Tony asleep on a bench, draped over a handful of blueprints. He had a white pencil in his hand and had clearly fallen asleep while sketching his blueprints.
Stephen gently rubbed Tony’s shoulder to wake him up. When he finally opened his eyes he found Stephen bent down beside him.
“Good Morning Tony.” He said softly. “Happy Anniversary, my love.” Tony sat up quickly in the chair, nearly falling off of it.
“What?”
“I know I was a bit of an ass last night. I was tired, but it still wasn’t right. I’m sorry.” Stephen looked down at the ground as he spoke, only looking up when Tony put his hands on Stephen’s face.
Tony was smiling “I forgive you, you oaf! Besides, I have a dinner reservation for us tonight!” Tony stood up from his chair. Hair a bit messy, his face had grease smudges on it.
Stephen leaned over and planted a gentle kiss onto Tony’s lips. When he finished, he pulled the bouquet of roses from behind him. He handed them over to Tony “These are for you.”
Tony lifted the flowers to his nose to smell them. “It's a beautiful bouquet! I don’t exactly understand the green one in the middle though.” Stephen gave a slight chuckle
“Well, the red ones are for love and passion, the yellow are for caring and affection, and the green one is for growth and abundance.” Tony was smiling looking down at the flowers “Oh, and they’re the color of your suit. The green one is in the middle, sort of like the Eye of Agamotto.”
Tony started giggling. “You are such a dork!” He quickly turned and walked over to a door on the side of the room “I’ll be right back! I just need a quick change and I’ll be ready to go.”
Stephen was confused “Go where? I didn’t really have a plan.” Tony turned around quickly with a grin on his face.
“Breakfast, obviously! I know a lovely little mom and pop shop across town that we can go to! The owners are so sweet! They have a little side room they always let me use so i’m not bombarded by paparazzi!” Tony ran through the door yelling something to J.A.R.V.I.S. that Stephen wasn’t able to make out.
When he returned a few minutes later, he was wearing a maroon suit, and a green tie with golden accents. He walked over to Stephen and wrapped his right arm around his waist, and his left behind Stephen’s neck. Tony tilted his head and pressed his lips against Stephen’s, who returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist.
When they broke apart, Tony grabbed Stephens hand and pulled the Sorcerer (and his accompanying cloak) out the door. They were both laughing as they hopped into the car, and drove to breakfast.
What Wasn't Said (Doctor Strange X Depressed Reader
What Wasn't Said
Doctor Strange X Depressed Reader
Description: When you came to Kamar-Taj, you were struggling with your mental health. It wasn't until you fell in love with Stephen Strange that you truly found your miracle. However, one day when he came home from a mission, he forgot what to say.
Warnings: Serious mentions of suicide and depression, mention of attempts via cutting, overdose and bullet. Implied past self harm, mention of mental hospital.
Story under the cut (it starts very strong)
Stephen Strange was no stranger to mental health. He worked in a hospital for years. He had sewn up slit wrists, cleared people’s systems of overdoses, and even removed a bullet. He thought he knew everything about mental health until he lost the proper use of his hands.
Without his hands, he lost his sense of purpose. That was the moment he truly understood why so many people did what they did, and why so many of them were angry with him.
He was one of the lucky ones, so set on fixing himself he never spiraled. And once he got to Kamar-Taj, he was so busy he stopped focusing on it all together. Finally he became sorcerer supreme and he had a purpose again.
That was when he found you. You had come to Kamar-Taj not long after him and read just as much. Fought even harder when you didn’t have a weapon. But every time someone wanted to work with you or help you improve more you refused. Like you were only there to entertain yourself. You're actual work was sloppy. When fighting with weapons you often ended up hurting yourself, letting your weapons slip from your hand or recoil and hit you.
Stephen liked you, the way your eyes glistened when you were interested in something, the gentleness of your voice. So after a few months, once things were fully repaired and his duties started to ease, he asked you to go on a date. It was wonderful, quite simple since Sorcerer's don't exactly have an income, but it was nice.
Over the next months the two of you fell more and more in love. There would be times when Stephen would be gone for days at a time, dealing with mystic threats and it was hard, but he always came back. Even when he returned bruised and bloodied and exhausted, he would always come up to you and give you a hug and kiss.
Of course, nothing exactly stays perfect. You never told Stephen why you came to Kamar-Taj. Your mental health had been trashed. You had been hospitalized too many times. You had to figure out something so you followed rumors of healing across the world.
It never really helped, but it was certainly entertaining. It became a wonderful distraction from your brain. Endless books to read about the past, and magic that was bright and colorful to keep your eyes away from a knife.
And then, you met Stephen Strange. Handsome and gentle, although a bit cocky. If there was such a thing as mystic healing it was him. He would tend to be gone on missions, protecting the universe, but now he had been gone for weeks, and you didn’t know what to do. You wondered if he had died on this mission.
When he finally came home, he was disheveled. Dirt and blood was coating him, his robes were ripped and tattered. His perfectly kept hair was thrown in every direction and his beard was unkempt and growing in where he always kept it shaved.
You ran to him and cupped his face, he gently grabbed your hands and gave a soft smile. “I need a shower, I'll be back. I promise.” And with that he walked away.
After he was out of sight the cloak unclipped from him and flew over to you, very slowly. It gently clasped itself onto you and wrapped around you in a hug. You gently held it before it flew over to a chair and collapsed into it. Apparently a sentient cloak could be worn out.
While Stephen was in the shower, your brain began to wander. No matter how tired he had ever been after a mission he had always greeted you the same. He never ran off to the shower before telling you he loved you. With your mind racing, you sat down on the bed. Wrapping yourself up with the covers.
After around twenty minutes Stephen walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of pajama pants and carrying the tatters of his outfit. He set them down on the table before looking around to find you. Eventually he made his way to the bedroom, where he found you wrapped up in the sheets, staring down into space.
“Y/N? What's wrong darling?” Slowly Stephen walked over to the bed and sat down next to you. He reached his hand to your head and gently stroked your hair. His hands shook while they did it but it was comforting nonetheless.
You turned your head to look towards him, but did meet his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” Steohen looked at you with puzzlement and concern.
“No darling! What makes you think you did something wrong?” He moved his hand from your hair to gently cup your face.
You leaned into his touch. “Well, I just thought that maybe I did.” You started mumbling “You didn’t say you loved me, and maybe i made a mistake.”
Stephen couldn’t fully understand what you said, but he understood well enough. “Oh, Y/N, you haven't made a single mistake. I meant to tell you I love you, it was such a long mission, and I needed a shower.” He pulled you into his chest for a hug.
“You, my darling, are the most wonderful and amazing person I could have ever asked for. I’m sorry I made you feel like you're not.”
After hugging you close for a few minutes he gently pulled away from the hug. “How about tomorrow, you and I go and get some ice cream? It's been a while since we've gotten some, and I know just how much you like getting to pick it out.” He smiled and gave you a gentle kiss.
You nodded and smiled, and the two of you went to bed. After Stephen’s long mission he needed the rest, and you certainly wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity to snuggle.
Stephen Strange was no stranger to mental health. He worked in a hospital for years, and even struggled with it himself. He had seen the pain in your eyes when he first met you and was happy to watch it fade away. He knew what was happening when he looked in your eyes, and while he couldn’t take away that pain, he could at least distract you from it enough to help you heal yourself.
Two Cocky Hero's (Spoiler Alert! They're Gay!). (Tony Stark X Stephen Strange)
Two Cocky Hero's (Spoiler Alert! They're Gay!)
Tony Stark x Stephen Strange
Description: Stephen Strange found himself in an award situation. He had become the magical consultant for the Avengers, but a pair of beautiful brown eyes kept stealing his attention and making his soul flutter.
Warnings: None
Doctor Strange was no stranger to rich cocky people. He was one at one time (although some would argue that he still is). However, he was never cocky to the point of calling himself a ‘Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist’ like Tony Stark.
On the other hand he was quite a stranger to falling in love with someone so arrogant, such as Tony Stark. If you were to ask the sorcerer he would tell you that he had no interest in that rich life or anyone a part of it. Although truthfully the deep brown eyes enchanted him.
The two would meet at least once a month as he would often be called into avengers meeting as a magic consultant. Tony Stark often ran late, and would delay meetings. Once he got there he would try to rush through the meeting and miss most of the important information.
Stark was infuriating to deal with. He tried to ignore it though. Just a rich asshole, simple enough to ignore. If only those eyes didn't make his soul flutter like a thousand butterflies in a meadow.
One day, when Stephen thought for just a few minutes that he could ignore the racing in his soul, Tony Stark walked up to him and began chatting.
“You know, for a magic guy you don’t seem half bad! Even though we all know that magic is only science’s little cousin.” Stark was smirking, and even though he wore those blue sunglasses you could still see the gleam of excitement in his eyes at his own little joke.
Stephen scoffed “Younger cousin? Please, I have my medical license and I’ve studied the mystic arts. They are like polar opposite twins.” Tony had him riled up and he knew it.
Stark shrugged “Perhaps so, perhaps not. Let's agree to disagree. Besides, we don't want to split up the Super Awesome Facial Hair Bros!” That caught Stephen off guard
“I-I’’m sorry, what?” Tony was grinning, almost like a Cheshire cat. The entire look made the butterflies in Stephen's soul flutter.
“The Super Awesome Facial Hair Bros! We’re the only two with any fashion sense! Capsicle dresses like a grandpa, Birdbrain dresses like a dad, Thor is just weird and Hulk can't keep on a shirt. I suppose Banner is ok clothing wise, but he doesn’t have a beard like us.”
Son of a bitch, even the dumbest joke made his soul flutter. So Strange made up some excuse to go back to Kamar-Taj. And instead of doing some important wizard stuff, he laid in his bed and thought.
Every single day following that encounter he thought. He thought while he was reading, while he was cooking, and even while he was trying to teach new sorcerers the basics. After a while the Wong had noticed the thoughtfulness and bugged him about it. When Strange denied anything being amiss, Wong told him to tell whoever it was he was pining after that he liked them. Because a few days of disappointment of an unrequited love is much better than a lifetime of longing.
So for every single day leading up to the next meeting he would be called to he thought of how to tell Tony. The one man who could have any woman in the word, or man, in his bed. And every single time he thought he had a way to tell him, he thought of those beautiful brown eyes, and the stupid grin. It was never quite right.
Thus when the time came and he was in the meeting room, he avoided Tony’s eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes. And so he didn’t see the puzzlement in them. He refused to look at his lips, so he missed the lack of a little grin. Stephen Strange gave his advice and stood to leave when the meeting was done.
He opened a portal back to Kamar-Taj and failed to notice Tony Stark running up behind him. Stark slipped through the portal and barely missed being chopped in half by it closing.
“Maybe next time pay a little more attention to the magic glow stick you’re closing!” Tony shouted as Strange was walking away.
“What the hell!” Stephen yelled “You weren’t supposed to follow me! Why did you follow me?” he shouted as he stomped over to Tony
Tony was scowling “Why were you avoiding me? You didn’t look at me at all! And when your eyes even wandered over at me you immediately looked away!”
“Oh, so that's the problem? The problem is that I wasn't staring at you? You want me to just be staring right in your eyes and pretend I don't want to kiss you?!” Stephen paused. “Aw shit.”
The two locked eyes for a minute, both of their faces flushed pink. When Stephen looked away, he looked down and opened a portal underneath himself, looking back up as he began to fall through.
And he almost got away with it too, if it weren’t for that meddling cloak, which pulled him up before he was through the portal. It lifted him from the portal like a soaking wet kitten. When it set him back down onto the ground, it pushed him forward so that he was only inches away from Tony’s face.
When Stephen, who was unable to move, slightly opened his mouth to speak? Well, Tony was two steps ahead of him. Grabbing him by the little bit of blue collar peeking out from the cloak and kissing him. Stephen's soul fluttered and he felt a shiver go through his spine.
Tony broke off the kiss “I guess that was maybe a little bit too forward, typically people are jumping at me not the other way around!” He lifted his arm up and scratched the back of his neck aqwardly.
Stephen hadn’t stopped staring at Tony, mouth open only enough to barely see teeth.
“Stephen, are you alright? I’m sorry if i overstepped i just-” This time Tony was the one being kissed, very, very gently. Stephen’s hand slowly and carefully made its way onto Tony’s cheek, and Tony’s reached around his waist. When they broke appart, they were both blushing again.
Stephen cleaned his throat before speaking “Would you like dinner? I put a cassarole in before I left. Um, I’d really like to take you out, but I don’t exactly have a paying job.”
Tony chuckled a bit “A cassarole sounds great, besides I can pay for dates.”
The two began walking to the kitchen as a timer was faintly beeping. As they reached the kitchen Tony would blurt “I havn’t had a casserole in ages!” Making Stephen laugh as he opened the oven
Description: When Stephen Strange begins his studies at the Sanctum Sanctorum, you felt cast aside watching his excel so quickly. With the sudden death of The Ancient One (who guided you in your studies) and Strange's sudden rise to Sorcerer Supreme all at once, it seemed like too much. Feeling like you would never advance further with such an arrogant man in charge, Strange proves you wrong.
Warnings: Mention of death
You had been training at Kamar-Taj for months when he arrived. Some cocky doctor, a former brain surgeon. At least that's what they were saying. He was cocky for sure, but you wouldn’t call him a brain surgeon. His hands were scarred and shook harder than a leaf. It would be accurate to describe him as an absolute disaster.
This man struggled to give in. You weren't a master, but damn did he suck at this. He was entertaining during the group lessons, as he failed continuously to open a simple portal, and he let it bother him.
It was glaringly obvious he didn’t want to be there to learn about the magic. He always talked about his time as a brain surgeon. When he was rich and had a hot doctor girlfriend. He mentioned multiple times that said hot girlfriend bought him the broken watch he refused to take off.
It was sort of obvious that the hot girlfriend broke up with him.
You often ran into him in the library, since you went there to find some peace and quiet. He would take out stacks of books and finish them quicker than anyone there would have. It was easy enough to ignore.
You were reading in the library when he used the Time Stone the first time. Of course, you weren’t paying attention until you heard Wong and Mordo yelling. Once the yelling started you put in your headphones and kept reading.
What no one had expected was for the Ancient one to die. She had been guiding you fully until Strange showed up and she put her time into him. The Ancient One still guided you though, led you down the right path, gave you direction. The word of her death spread quickly, as did the ‘miraculous’ word of Strange defeating Dormammu.
Hearing that Strange was now the Sorcerer Supreme? Well, you lost the hope the ancient one gave you. You were on track to become a master, you were powerful and you submitted to the arts. The man had barely been there a few months. You had been there for years and now he had achieved more than you had?
You were sitting in your room, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. Peacefully reading a book you had gotten from the new librarian (Wong was far more fun as a librarian than the new guy). Theories of what had happened to the lost library of cagliostro. It was quite an entertaining book if you were being honest. It was then that you heard a knock at your door.
You sighed, setting down the book and placing a scrap of paper inside of it to mark your spot. You quickly walked to the door to find Wong standing in front of you.
“The Sorcerer Supreme would like to see you, Y/N.” He smiled at you.
You groaned “Really? The all powerful Sorcerer Supreme wants to see me? What, does he plan to rub his success in my face? The guy’s arrogant enough.” You let out a laugh.
Wong merely sighed, “Do not be so quick to judge Y/N, Stephen Strange is not as arrogant as he appears. At least not now, anyways.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and patted it, before turning and walking away.
You watched him start walking before calling out after him “Try me Beyoncé!” He ignored your retort and kept walking. You walked back into your room, closing the door before changing into your traditional robes.
You quickly made your way to meet Strange in the main hall of Kamar-taj. He and Wong were standing and talking when you walked in. Wong noticed you first and took a few steps back, before turning and walking out of the room.
You walked up to Strange and bowed. It felt like groveling but he was the Sorcerer Supreme and it was customary.
“You’ve called for me, Sorcerer Supreme?” You did your best to hide the disapproval in your voice. She had only been gone a couple of weeks.
He smiled “Yes, thank you for meeting with me Y/N. I wanted to discuss some important matters with you. Please sit with me. Would you care for some tea?” He motioned to the table on your left, which had a tea set sitting on top of it. You could see steam coming from the kettle, and it smelled nice.
“Of course, thank you.” You said as you sat down. He sat across from you and poured your cup of tea, handing it to you before pouring his own.
He took a sip from his cup before speaking “As you likely know, Master Sol Rama gave his life protecting the London Sanctum.” You nodded before blowing into your tea to cool it down a tiny bit.
“I was reading through The Ancient One’s journals on those she has trained. There are many Masters of the mystic arts that could be chosen to guard the sanctum, and I need help deciding.”
You looked at him skeptically nodding along “What can I do to help you with this?” You asked, taking a sip of your tea. Surprisingly it was Earl Gray instead of herbal.
“Well,” he started, “I have one candidate that I'm strongly considering. I wanted to have someone give me an unbiased opinion, so i've called you. I’ve omitted any identifying details from this list, and I’d like you to tell me what you think of this person based on the qualities that I list to you.”
“Alright, that seems simple enough.” You took another sip of tea as he began reading from his paper.
“Now, these are The Ancient One’s words, not mine.
The Ancient One said, this master has a kind heart.
This master has advanced quickly in their studies of the mystic arts and has shown clear devotion to the mystic arts and the protection of it.
This master is very stubborn, a little bit headstrong, but that is something that can come in handy when protecting the mystic arts.”
He stopped to take a sip of his tea “Those were the most relevant notes, nothing else particularly relevant. Although The Ancient One kept a lot of notes on this master. What do you think?”
You sat and thought for a moment, the master he read about sounded qualified. “The one in the paper sounds perfectly qualified to protect the London sanctuary.” The Sorcerer Supreme smiled at your response.
“I’m very glad you agree with Wong and I.” He said as he stood up, offering you a hand up as well. “Congratulations then, Master Y/L/N. If you would accept, I would like to place you in charge of the London Sanctuary.”
You froze for a moment in shock. “Wait… me? But I’m not even a master yet!” Strange took your hand and helped you up with a smirk on his face.
“Well, if Kisielius hadn’t attacked you would have been a Master by the end of the week. At least, that's what The Ancient Ones notes say.” He gave you a pat on the shoulder “If you accept, we can get you moved into and acquainted with the London sanctuary by the end of the week.”
You stood there looking at him dumbfounded “Really? This can't be real. Are you serious?” You must have looked absolutely silly, because Strange looked like he was trying to hide a bit of a laugh.
“Why would I be kidding about this? You’re very qualified, The Ancient One was proud of you. You’ll be perfect for protecting the London Sanctum.” By that point the confusion was starting to wear off, and the realization began to set in.
You blinked a couple times, absolutely not blinking back tears, as you nodded “Yes. Absolutely. I accept it!”
He clasped his hands together at your reply “Fantastic! I’ll get this set up! Please be ready to move over tomorrow morning, we will get you settled into your room. The next morning we’ll get you situated with the layout of the sanctum!”
The Cloak of Levitation flew to Strange and clasped around his collar. He turned on his heel and began to walk out. Once he was at the door way he yelled “Wong! She agreed! Get over here!”
You walked out and back to your room stunned. In one day you became a master, which you had worked hard to earn the title, and you overtook guarding the London Sanctum.
That night you packed everything you owned which, admittedly, wasn't very much. Some clothes, some personal items from your past, and a few books that were yours. You went to bed that night excited for tomorrow.
The next morning you would be brought to the London Sanctum, and would spend the day becoming accustomed to your new (extremely massive) room. You would spend the following day with Stephen Strange, walking through the corridors and rooms of the London Sanctum.
The next few weeks you spent learning of every single artifact in the Sanctum. Researching every single item, and learning everything you could about each one. An item hadn’t picked you yet, like how the Cloak of Levitation chose Strange, but that was alright.
You weren’t expecting to find Strange in the London library. Asleep with his face in a book. A book about the Eye of Agamotto, you noted. You know he broke the natural law to save earth by using the Eye.
You gently put your hand on his shoulder to wake him up, “Doctor? Doctor Strange are you alright?” After a moment his eyes fluttered open. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before looking at you.
“Oh! Master Y/L/N! I apologize, I must have dozed off.” He looked exhausted and you saw his eyes flicker with a bright green, the same color as the Eye of Agamotto.
“You were trying to figure out the consequences, weren't you?” If Strange wasn’t fully awake, he sure was now.
“How did you know?” You smiled softly
“A few months before you came to Kamar-Taj, I became a little too curious. So I began experimenting with the Eye. Just simple and dumb little things. Still hungry but didn’t want to ask for seconds? Just borrow the eye and give yourself more food from the past. The Ancient One had to fix a rift I created.”
His eyes were wide, laced with confusion.
“Unlike you, I took a step back in my studies. I began researching more than I learned how to harness the mystic arts. I suppose The Ancient One knew that I was afraid to cause destruction, so she let me step back. That's when you came along, and I figured I’d never get any further in my studies.”
Strange looked like he was in awe. “You learned how to harness the Eye? And you never got caught until you caused a rift? That's amazing!”
That took you back a bit, how was he amazed by how you broke a very important rule?
“Wong caught me immediately! I can’t believe you made it so long! Fuck you’re beautiful!” And with that Stephen Strange found he spoke a little too much.
The both of you froze, locking eyes as you felt a burning blush spread across your face. Stephen’s face began to turn pink as well. In a panic he began to try to find some way to fix what he just said.
“I mean, you are beautiful! You did such an impressive thing! Even if it was a bit dangerous it's such an amazing feat! I… uh-” He stopped his ramble, smiling awkwardly with his tongue pinched between his teeth.
You simply stared at him for a moment before blurting out “Who knew someone so arrogant could be so dorky.” Your eyes widened as your hands shot up to cover your mouth.
The two of you started laughing at how awkward the situation was. Stephen stopped laughing first and put out his hand for a handshake.
“How about we try this again. My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, and I couldn't help but notice that you are very beautiful.”
You smiled and took his hand with your own “My name is Master Y/N Y/L/N, and you seem different for some reason. Perhaps you could enlighten me?”
“How about dinner? Tomorrow night? I know a wonderful Italian place a few blocks from here.” His eyes were lit and had an excitement that you had never seen in them before.
“It's a date!” After hashing out a few more details the two of you went your separate ways.
When you met him that night you noticed that while his hands were still scared and shaking, he wasn’t wearing a broken watch.
Perhaps you had found love in the form of a cocky former brain surgeon.
Bandage Wrap and some Sugar Chicken (Tony Stark X Depressed Reader)
Bandage Wrap and some Sugar Chicken
Tony Stark x Depressed Reader
By: @random-writer-4884
Description: After taking care of Tony and his mental health, your own mental health starts to collapse. You continuously push aside your own feelings until Tony and the team are away on a mission. While they're gone the temptation of the knife becomes a bit too much. (This fic is cannon divergent)
Nothing was wrong, per-say, you were just tired. It had been long. Long days, long weeks, long months. It had simply been long.
The fight against Loki had caused so many damages. The structural damage was glaringly obvious, although the repairs were happening quickly. I had watched as Stark Tower quickly became Avengers Tower. There have been a lot of changes to your home. You didn’t necessarily mind, it wasn’t too bad having more people to hang out with if you so chose to. Besides, you and Tony had a large handful of floors all to yourself. A few of those were only for you. And any floor you wanted to be out of reach for the avengers were entirely out of reach. Locked and kept strictly to you (and Tony).
Loki was under strict monitoring and was secluded to his own floor within the tower. With some help from the asgardians and shield, they were able to fashion some fancy, yet comfy, bracelets to keep him from using magic.
That was absolutely fantastic! Thor was very enthusiastic that his brother wouldn’t have to be locked in an asgardian prison (although it was rumored to be quite a nice place).
And while it was quite a well planned out solution, there was one thing that wasn’t taken into account.
Tony
The man who consistently pushes away his own thoughts and feelings for others. It's true that to the public eye he appears to be some spoiled rich man without a care in the world, no one has quite realized the impact becoming Iron-Man had made on him.
You had spent countless nights holding him while he suffered from Afghanistan, and how much trauma he had. Finally things had started to look up for him. He started doing some things for himself, smiling. How his smile lit up the room. Maybe it didn’t for others, but damn did it make you happy.
What no one had expected was for Tony to die. Granted he wasn’t dead now, but JARVIS had reported that once he fell from the wormhole and he was back online that Tony’s heart had stopped. It was a miracle he was alive, and while it was an amazing thing it left him with even more trauma.
More sleepless nights, he stopped smiling for himself again, and you did everything you could to be there for him. And after many more months of taking care of him you finally saw some progress. Smiles started returning, he was eating without having to be reminded. There were always bad days but it was so much better than before.
Of course nothing was exactly easy anymore. While you had been taking care of him, your own mental health had suffered. You wouldn’t call yourself suicidal, or even wanting to hurt yourself, but the knife was tempting.
Okay, maybe something was wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit that. Besides, Tony already had enough going on. With Loki living in the same building, it was hard to avoid the anxiety attacks.
Tony and the rest of the team were on a mission, you had a few hours left before they would return. Besides, once they did everyone would be exhausted, Tony would either lock himself into his workshop or he would go straight to bed. You had plenty of time all to yourself.
You went to your floor, and coded to lock Tony out. Although it really wouldn’t matter. No one would walk in on you.
“JARVIS, Turn off the cameras and audio surveillance in this room.”
“Miss, are you sure about that?” The AI pipped in relatively quickly
You sighed “Turn them off JARVIS.”
“Yes Miss.” Was the simple reply.
You sat down on the bed and pulled out your knife. You had made sure razors blades had been removed after Loki’s invasion, if for no other reason than because trauma can fuck with someones brain.
You took a deep breath and put the knife to your thigh.
Just one cut.
That turned into two
Into three.
Four…
Five…
Six…
You had forgotten how hard it could be once you started. The blood was addicting. Just a couple of droplets at first, then more. You had kept up with wiping it up, if for no other reason to avoid the question of blood on the sheets.
You sat for a few minutes, just wiping the blood as it fell. Not quite giving it the chance to stop. The pain stung, and it was somehow calming.
It was nice… until there was a loud knock at the door.
“JARVIS! I thought I locked down this floor!”
“You did Miss, but it has been overridden.” JARVIS calmly replied.
You quickly stuffed the knife and dirty towel under the sheets, ruffled your hair, and quickly hid underneath the covers. “Who is it?”
“It's me darling, open up please.”
It was Tony… and he wasn’t supposed to see this. You didn’t reply right away, and you heard his call to JARVIS.
“JARVIS, override the door lock and let me the hell in.”
Yeah that was expected. You heard a click and the door whirred open and closed as he walked in. You closed your eyes quickly, and slowly opened them when you felt his weight dip onto the bed.
“Good morning, sleepy head” he said as he placed his hand on your hair, gently brushing it aside. You faked a yawn and leaned into his hand.
“Morning. What time is it? You aren’t supposed to be back yet.” You said, trying to make it sound as sleepy and realistic as possible.
“It's late enough,” Tony said, “that you shouldn’t be in bed anymore.” He moved his hand so his thumb was right under your eye and gently rubbed in up and down. “And I’m home, because the mission didn’t need me anymore. Besides, I wanted to spend some time with you.”
“Tones that’s so sweet.” You feigned a stretch and another yawn. “I’ll get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes and we can watch something or order some food.”
He nodded. Good, it would give you time to wrap this up and get dressed before he could figure it out. “Actually, I think I’d like to just stay here. Perhaps just some snuggles. I am a bit tired.”
“How about we get dinner! I’m sure you're absolutely starving! We could get some of the Shawarma you've been begging me to try?” You struggled trying to find anything to deter him from the bed.
He started to pick up the covers, and you quickly shuffled to try to pull them down.
“Darling” he started, before he even revealed your thighs “I know something is very wrong, and I need you to tell me. Otherwise I’ll find out myself. Alright?” You froze. There was no way you were getting out of this.
You weren’t speaking. Just staring at him in fear. What if he got angry? What if he threw you out?
He sighed as he continued lifting up the covers, revealing your thighs next to a bloody knife and towel. Tony looked from your thighs back into your eyes. You were shaking, and tears began to form in your eyes.
You closed your eyes and turned away, expecting some sort of outlash. Instead you were met with the towel gently pressing onto your thigh. You opened your eyes to watch him sit down next to you and gently dab at the wounds.
When he saw you staring he took one hand away to place on your face and gave a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It's alright sweetheart, I’ll be right back. I just need to grab something, alright?” You looked at him and nodded.
He got up from the bed and walked out the door, before it closed behind him you heard him call out to JARVIS. From there you couldn’t understand the conversation. So you simply sat there and waited for his return.
When you looked down at what you had done, you immediately felt terrible. Angry red lines glared back at you and you couldn’t stop the tears. With all you did to help Tony and not be a burden, here you are… being a burden to him.
He came back into the room a few minutes later, and sat down on the bed. He had a box in his hand that he set down so he could hold your face. “It's alright princess, cry all you need to. I’m right here for you.” With that he pulled you into his chest and held you as you cried, gently letting his fingers comb through your hair.
Once the sobs subsided, and you were left with some hiccups, Tony gently pulled you away from his chest. “I’m going to need to clean these now, is that alright darling?” You nodded as he opened the box he had set down. You didn’t watch as he cleaned it, but you felt as he gently wrapped it with a bangaging wrap.
When he was done, he slowly leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He pulled away with a gentle smile.
“C’mon now sweetheart. Dinner should be here any time now. I had JARVIS order that sugar chicken stuff you like from, ugh what was it?”
“Panda Express, sir” Jarvis piped in
“Yeah! That! I had him get whatever you tend to get, I can never remember between Panda and the family run place a few blocks away.” He smiled as he got up from the bed and grabbed one of his seriously oversized shirts and handed it to you.
“This should be nice and comfortable. Be gentle on that leg. Try not to sleep on it or do anything strenuous. It shouldn’t be needing stitches, but if they get torn open I’ll have to send you to get some. For now they’re good though.”
Once you finished fumbling with the shirt he handed you, you looked back up at him. “Tony?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper. He hummed in response. “How did you know what to do? And why weren’t you angry? And-”
Tony gently puts a finger to your mouth to cut you off. “I’m not angry because no one should get angry over this. Clearly you're hurting, and it wouldn’t help to get angry.” He sat back down next to you before continuing. “I’ve had my struggles too sweetheart, I didn’t want to risk you getting an infection. I got one once and ooh it was a struggle to deal with on my own. I didn’t need the press to get involved.”
He pulled you into a hug when JARVIS spoke through the speakers. “While I am very sorry to interrupt you both, your dinner has arrived and Mr. Hogan is getting very impatient since he cannot leave the elevator.”
Tony chuckled as he stood up. You went to follow but he reached an arm under your shoulder blades and the other under your knees and picked you up. You started to protest but Tony simply ignored you as he sat you down on the couch.
As Tony strutted to the elevator you realized you never actually found out why he was back so early. “Tony! Why are you actually back so early?”
He turned back to look at you “Oh! Yeah! JARVIS told me that you had locked the floor, turned off the video and audio. I sorta figured something wasn’t right so I dipped out on the mission. They were fine without me.” He quickly turned on his heels and went to the elevator.
Literally nothing to say as of now. I have some works in the writing and am almost done with one! It'll be out probably by tomorrow! For now I'm getting this set up!
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