just because its june! June! JUNE!

3. ouch (patching each other up)

Again, no plot. I don't even know where this is going, so we'll see!

All I know is fluffy IronStrange right after lots of Johnlock smut might not be the best idea but hey, it's 2 am.

College AU. Need I say more?

Lez go.

(Hit me if it's over 500 words lmao)

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The medical kit slammed into the toilet seat with a loud 'bang', hiding Stephen Strange's sigh.

"I love you Tony, I really do, but you can't just keep doing this." He said, opening the kit and pulling out a pad of rubbing alcohol abd tweezers.

"Doing what?" Tony Stark asked, acting as if he didn't know what he had just done.

"Turn around.' Stephen huffed. "I know you're in engineering and working for you masters is mechanics, but do you really need to build all these dangerous suits? And, sweetie, I need to cut your shirt off to not cause anymore damage. That was a nasty fall."

Tony hummed, silently morning the loss of one of his beloved AC-DC shirts as his roommate and boyfriend fetched the scissors. "'urt too." He muttered once he felt Stephen's callused hands on his back.

"I bet. Now get into the tub, the water will help me get all the dirt out, and it will help clean the wound." Stephen instructed.

Tony sighed, knowing that there would be no way around this one. "Can I take my pants off? I don't really want to get these wet. Designer brand."

"Of course..." Stephen rolled his eyes. "Yes, you can take them off.

Tony nodded and quickly stripped, lowering himself into the tub with a low hiss of pain. In testing out one of the flying suits he had been working on, Tony managed to fall about thirty feet, then skidd across the pavement he'd landed on for about five. Truky was a nasty fall, and Tony himself was supprised he wasn't more injured afterward.

The cold water hitting his mangled back earned a yelp of pain and shock as the doctor-to-be cleaned the shards of metal and rock from Tony's back.

"Yeah, well," Tony hissed out. The water had disappeared, now it was the cold, relentless force of tweezers. "at least I have my doctor on call at all times."

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Not quite there yet. A year of college, eight years of medical school, and fifteen years of residency at the hospital. Then you can call me 'doctor'."

Tony gritted his teeth, muffling a shout of pain as the assaulting tweezers gave a particular harsh jab around a larger metal shard. "Close enough."

The rest of the cleaning process took a good two hours of muffled cries, sympathetic whispers, and a few minutes of awkwardly shifting positions. Until, finally, Tony was all cleaned up, bandaged (Stephen commented that under his shirt, Tony's back looked like a marshmallow), and exhausted. He tiredly thanked Stephen and helped him clean up, then climbed into their shared bed with minimal difficulty, aside from wincing and many pained grunts. Soon enough, however, Stephen forcefed a few strong painkillers to Tony and silently climbed into bed with him, mindful of his lover's wounds.

"I'm sorry.." Tony whispered to his boyfriend after the lights had been turned off.

"Why?" Stephen asked.

"I'm sorry I do such stupid things all the time, I get hurt too much and you always have to fix me."

Stephen smiled. "You might do stupid things sometimes, but I still love you. And my love stretches into everything, including patching you up." Stephen paused for a second. "Good training, too. Hands-on exercises."

Tony let out a bark of laughter, quieting only when the movement pulled at his back bandages.

"Thank you, Stephen."

"Of course, honey. No go to bed. I'm tired and you need sleep to heal."

Tony huffed slightly. "Alright. Good night then."

"Goodnight."

"Oh, and Stephen," Tony asked. Stephen groaned.

"What."

"I love you."

Stephen sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of Tony's head. "I love you too, you goofball."

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Slightly inspired by Alpha-Alpha Etiquette by berlynn_wohl on Ao3

Excluding all A/Ms, we got 622 words.

T~T

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