After a science experiment goes wrong, Tony sends a text to Bruce.
Except it wasn't.
Heyo, yes, a wrong number fanfiction, but this time it's with Tony and Stephen.
Enjoy
THIS IS BEING RE-WRITTEN SINCE I FINALLY FOUND YM WATTPAD ACCOUNT AGAIN
It's another late night. Tony sits hunched over his work bench, welding-mask secured firmly on his grimy face. His hands shake with fatigue, his back letting its displeasure known from being bent over for a long period of time. He should be asleep, curled up in bed but his mind replays his nightmare on repeat like a broken record, flashes of a black canvas littered with stars, the sound of his suit failing. The monsters.
Tony sighs, his normally styled hair now fluffed up. The suit is almost finished, needing only a few more hours, at most... Tony doesn't notice he's falling asleep until something makes contact with something it shouldn't have, causing the suit part to explode. With a yelp, Tony startles awake, falling off his chair as he clutches his hand. His heart pounds, a groan spilling from his lips as he gathers his bearings.
Dazedly, Tony takes off his helmet, pulling out his phone from his pocket, thankfully unscathed.
Unknown Number:
Hey, Brucie bear, I have a slight problem with the suit.
Unknown Number:
B
Unknown Number:
R
Unknown Number:
U
Unknown Number:
C
Unknown Number:
E
???
Who the hell is this?
Unknown Number:
Don't be fucking with me bro, the fucking thing just blew up in my face! It'll ruin the beard!
???
Well, that would be rather unfortunate.
Unknown Number:
Okay, u r not Bruce.
So who are you?
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??? 😐
???
Could ask the same about you.
For all I know, you could be a threat to the earth.
Which then I would have to get off my lazy ass and fight you and I don't think I want to waste my energy.
Unknown Number:
Trust me, if I wanted to rule the world, you wouldn't even see me coming.
Plus, how do I know I'm not speaking to some alien who's secretly planning a plot to kill me? Wouldn't be the first. Nor the last.
???:
Who are you? Why would people want you?
Unknown Number:
Wow, you wound me. I'm a man with power. Mess with me then SHIIIIII
You wouldn't live to tell the tale.
???:
Shiii?
Unknown Number:
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Unknown Number:
You uncultured SWINE. Do NOT talk to me anymore 😤
???: 🙄 You're the one who spoke or well, texted me first.
Unknown Number:
You could've just ignored me but you didn't. I'm curious now. 🤨
???:
Calm down, Sherlock. No need to go all inspector gadget with me.
Unknown Number:
Do you know Sherlock? Who's your favourite one?
The Robert dude or Benedict dude? Mine's Benedict.
???:
Robert. Now can you please stop texting me, I have more important things to do than talk to you. 🙂
Unknown Number:
Nothing's stopping you.
???:
Farewell then.
The chat left Tony feeling more drained than before, and with a scoff, he slips his phone back into his pocket. His head pounds, and Tony absently thinks he should get it checked out. He also wonders who that unknown number is. He should remove it. Block it in case it's a security issue. But Tony finds himself hesitating. Instead he turns off his notifications. That person would never talk to him that way if he knew who he was, entitled bastard... Tony sighs, staggering to his feet to seek out Bruce.
