"Doctor Sparkles I'll call you," Wrong Number AU

Recovery

It's when Tony's finally falling asleep he gets a text from the wizard and Tony gets a weird feeling in his stomach, like butterflies fluttering around. It makes him blush and he pointedly ignores the increased spike of his heart rate.

Sparkles:

Have you cooled off yet?

Tony:

Let me get back to you in never.

Such a simple sentence yet it ignites something inside him. Something he hasn't felt since... It's better to not say. Not so fresh after a narrowly avoided heart attack.

Sparkles:

I am sorry.

He doesn't send anything after that, or the next day and when Tony accidentally sends a text when he is running on an hour of sleep. He hasn't opened it and after a week passes by, Tony finds himself lonely and feeling slight worry towards the hero. Sure, the kid's great company and they dish each other little jabs at each other but... How can he say it? He's not used to feeling like this.

Tony:

Are you alive?

No reply.
Okay, maybe try tomorrow.

Tony:

You know, I've made my mind up. I'm willing to hear you out.

Just as Tony is planning on giving up, there's a loud crash from below and Tony's already making his way down to his lab, Friday sending in the report via his glasses. He quickly puts in the pin and strolls in, freezing in place and breath hitching at the sight at the unconscious figure of Stephen Strange.

"Friday, is this fake?"

"There are no signs of any abnormality or hazards, Mr. Stark." Without thinking, he makes his way over to the deathly pale man, his chest rising up and down at a ragged pace.Disabling his gauntlet, he fits two fingers under the man's neck, feeling a weak pulse. "Call Dr. Cho in, Friday. Tell her that she's needed on scene ASAP."

After Tony's done everything he can to stop the steady stream of blood, Dr. Cho rushes him to the medbay, only now does Tony stumble, his knees buckling underneath his weight. He sees the blood on his hands and almost throws up, his heart pounding.His vision is one of a fish.. His chest is tight with anxiety. His hands shake.

Faintly he can register Friday speaking but it's as if he's under water.

"Calling Spider-child..."

"Mr. Stark!" Peter calls out, causing the billionaire to flick his eyes up to a holographic whiteboard, met with the sight of a worried Peter. "I need you to take deep breaths, okay?" Tony tries to but it's like an anvil is resting on his chest. "Everything is okay, alright. When I raise my hand up like this," He motions, "I want you to breathe in, and slowly breathe out when I lower it back down." Tony follows the instructions, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly.

"Again." The boy raises his hands again, repeating the sequence until Tony has his breathing under control.

"Do you need me to come over, Mr. Stark?" He breathes out, ridding his eyes of tears.

"I'm fine now, Kid. Thank you." He says shakily, still getting his bearings back. "Alright, well as much as I don't want to hang up, I have spider-man work to do. I'll see you later, Mr. Stark."

He smiles softly before staggering to his feet and making his way up to his room and has a soothing shower.

When Tony doesn't feel like he ran a marathon, he makes his way down to check on the man, leaning on the doorway. He looks up when he hears a whine. "Welcome to the land of living, Strange."

"Where am I?"

"My tower," He says casually, as if he always gets half-dead wizards crashing into his lab. "You fell through your portal, I'm guessing. Because there is no other way you could've gotten in."

"Why?" He asks confusedly, only to wince when he positions himself to sit up. "Yeah, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Strange. Unless you want to reopen twelve stitches, then be my guest."

"Why am I here, Stark."

He's quiet for a moment, watching the man gather his thoughts. "You were hurt pretty badly. Got you the medical attention you needed." Beautiful crystal eyes watch him coldly and he feels anger start to boil. How ungrateful is he? I stopped him from bleeding out and this is how he repays me? Granted that he may have a Resting Bitch Face, but still. Not being able to stand the heavy gaze, he turns around.

"I'll go get Dr. Cho."