Tony Stark Imagines

Control | Part 3

Note: Read "A Reality" and "The Forgotten Story" to understand the story

Summary: Part 3 of "Control"

Word Count: 2,036
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Moments later, Tony wakes up on a small bed, probably still in the sanctum, rubbing his hair and thinking what could have happened that lead him to this. He can remember a bit of, being with Strange and doing the spell.

But, he doesn't know what worse has just begun.

He opens the door, and looks around him if he can find anybody. As he steps downstairs, he sees the condition of the room - messed, destroyed as if the spell they were working on actually didn't go well as expected. Tony tried to think what could have happened but when he did, his brain ached like Hell. Tony tried to sustain himself, and tried to find Strange. A portal opens beside him, dragging the genius inside and closing it thereafter.

"Woah, woah, what was that-?" Tony charged his magic, thinking someone was trying to mess with him but it was none other than the Sorcerer Supreme himself.

"Strange?" Tony raised his eyebrow, while Stephen makes a worried face. "What's going on?"

Strange casts down, in failure and fear. "Your magic."

Tony wasn't sure what Strange meant, but the moment he looks at his powers, they weren't blue anymore. They were completely crimson red, as Tony glances at them in surprise.

"W-why aren't they in my natural color?" Tony asked, disabling his magic but Strange remained quiet. He had no strength to tell him what danger has been unleashed within. "I need an answer, why!"

Strange opens his mouth slightly, hesitating a bit to tell him the truth. "The evil within, has consumed you Tony and.. you need to get rid of it immediately."

"But we were doing the spell right? That was suppose to eradicate every possible evil that was staying inside me this whole time. Why are you saying as if it didn't work, Strange-"

"Because it did! It backfired, Tony. It backfired.." Strange turns around and walks few steps forward. "We weren't able to successfully cast the spell. Whatever should have happened, it didn't. That evil is way more smarter than you, including me, and it knew how to take over everything without haste!"

"The powers you have, are going to be the reason why you'll slowly lose your mind, Tony. You will have no control over your own self or your magic abilities.. El Hombre is inside you. The true Crimson Sorcerer, who's going to destroy the world, or if not, maybe the universe. Any moment."

Hearing that name, memories overflowed through Tony's mind.

The Hex. The battle. Crimson red. The cloaked figure. The voif. The disastrous smile with the black, tar like eyes.

Tony opens his eyes, panting for air. He was horrified too. He takes a look at his magic again, it was still red in color. He swirls his hand in a symmetrical motion, feeling the power flow through in him.

"I feel.. stronger." He whispers, retracting his magic back. "Than before."

Suddenly, a phone call startled them both, which was for Tony. He walks to his mobile on the table, finding it to be from you. He picks it up, clearing his throat. "Hey, honey."

You, back at the tower, talking to Tony while doing your work. "How's my hot stuff doing?"

Tony smirks. "Hmm, you started calling me with pet names too, huh?"