Tony: The Accords
Stephen: is this a game? We just blur out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine’s ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.
Nat: what’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?

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Tony: The Accords
Stephen: is this a game? We just blur out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine’s ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.
Nat: what’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?
It's when I see that in all of my Ironstrange AU, Natasha is one of Tony's best friends, and that in all of my Ironwidow AU, Stephen is among Tony's and/or Natasha's best friends, that I realize that,
Damn, Ironwidowstrange really is the answer.
Strange Thought #79
Sorcerer’s magic levels fluctuate due to heavy or prolonged usage and they can drain themselves and such which makes them sick. They can increase their magic levels by physical contact. Cuddling is good but skin contact better. Just holding hands can help their magic levels go back up. But other, bedroom, activities can cause them to overcharge which causes them to get high off their own magic. The reason there were so many rumors about witch covens having org*es and such is because being high off their own magic and therefor not having the best control over it can make them vulnerable and so two sorcerers having sex would have a trusted third person around to watch out for them. Conversely, going at it with a non-magic individual would obviously both expose them and make them very vulnerable to their chosen partner. Most sorcerers have a chaperone as a rule.
Stephen: hey you guys want subway
Natasha: yeah i was just thinking about—
Stephen: cool i don't
Tony: mcdonald's?
Stephen: mcdonald's
I’m writing another rareship fic, what a mood.
The only difference is that this time is a OT3
Stephen: did you know that a jiffy is an actual measurement of time? It’s a sixtieth of a second. You can’t do anything in a jiffy, not really.
Nat: you know, Tony said you were pretty harmless —
Stephen: Tony said I was pretty?
Nat: 🎶would you help me hide a body?🎶
Tony: What?!
Nat: 🎶come on, we can’t delay🎶
Stephen: what did you do?
Nat: 🎶no one can see him on the floor; get him out the door, before he can decay🎶
Stephen and Tony: and why would you call us?!
Nat: do you want to tell me how you guys crashed the car?
Stephen: Well, we were driving and there was this deer in the middle of the road that Tony couldn’t see, so I shouted “Tony, deer!”
Nat: …
Tony: …
Stephen: would you like to tell Nat what your response was?
Tony: … “Yes, my love?”