just because its june! June! JUNE!

11. art class (drawing each other)

My notes for this chapter: Fluffy, gay Bois get drunk, no powers AU. Stephen never got into his accident

Let's see how much we can burn in 1000 words or less. (I've given up of 500; let's be honest, it's not going to work)

P.s.
I may have looked up pics of Ben shirtless for this one-shot and I probably died, just a little bit. Okay, I lied, a lot a bit.

Howww is that man so haawwt 😩😩😩

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"Come on, Tony! I signed us all up for this art class- you're going whether you like it or not!" Steve Rogers exclaimed.

"I don't want to, and I'm not going!" Tony argued.

Steve sighed. "Fine. I'll tell Pepper to lock you out of your workshop."

Tony's eyes went wide and he pushed past Steve, jumping into the waiting car with his friends. "Fine, fine, I'll go to your stupid art class."

Steve hopped into the drivers seat and gave Tony that look. Tony promptly shut up.

Ten minutes later and the six friends (Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, and Steve Rodgers) were settled in the art class, blank canvases at the ready, pencils poised, and nine other people spread out around them.

"Hello, class!" Said a young woman with olive skin as she stepped on the platform in the center of the room. "I'm so glad you all could join us for our new art class. Today is a special day- we are working on the body. Body structure is important in art because..." Tony tuned out most of the woman's speech, not really caring about the importance of getting your proportions right on a human face.

"Stephen Strange." Wait, what? Tony looked up just as the world class model walked onto the stage, wearing nothing but grey boxer briefs, and settled himself of a white chair.

Tony's face flushed. They were drawing Stephen Strange, world-famous model, named the most handsome man in America, and Tony secret celebrity crush? Okay, was he dreaming? Nope- he still wanted to die right then and there.

Oh gosh. Everyone began to draw while Tony was staring at Stephen. And the model was making eye contact with him. Suddenly, Stephen winked and looked away, and Tony felt like passing out. It was a a shock that Tony could actually pick up his pencil and begin sketching.

Okay, he changed his mind. Steve was invited to his funeral.

(Okay, Tony, we get it, Strange is hawt)

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The class ended three hours later, after everyone had finished. Stephen Strange had dissapeared backstage before every one left and Tony was still slightly flustered. Stephen had remained completely covered during the duration of the class, but Tony's cursed mind provided him with some interesting images. But that was besides the point.

The point is that Tony was the last one out of the room and as he was about to leave, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Tony turned to see Stephen Strange himself standing there.

"Oh, uh... Hi!" Tony squeaked out, face red.

"Hey." Oh gosh, his voice-

Without thinking, Tony blurted out, "can I sign my drawing? You're a big fan!"

Stephen looked confused for a second, because he smiled and gave a low chuckle. "Of course. Anything for a fan."

Embarrassed by his comment, but mesmerized by the man in front of him, Tony offered his drawing to the model. Stephen pulled out a black sharpie and wrote something Tony couldn't see, then gave it back.