Ironstrange

Chapter 2

 (A few weeks after the incident with Peter) 

Stephen entered through the door of the house, hanging up his coat. "Tony?" He calls out. When no response comes, he began to feel nervous. He pulled out his phone and dialed Tony's number. 

The phone is picked up. Loud talking and cheesy pop music blur together in the background. "Hello?"

"Oh, Hi Strange! " Tony's words are slurred.

"Tony, where are you? " 

"I'm at the bar.." 

"Ok, which bar? " He asks. Some muttering and giggles could be heard from the other side of the phone. Stephen sighs, "Well I'll be there in a minute. Ok, sweetheart? " 

"Ok.. Bye!"

The phone beeps as he disconnects the call.

When Stephen gets to the bar, he immediately spots Tony who's head is down on the counter while he's mumbling incoherent words to himself. Stephen smiles apologetically at the bartender, he taps Tony on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, he turns to  look up at Stephen. Tony gasps and has a glint of admiration in his eyes. He tries to stand, but is quickly steadied by Strange. 

"Woah there, Tony, " 

Tony clings to Stephen, his face buried in the other man's chest,

"I love you" Tony mumbles. Stephen blushes at his words. He hands some money to the bartender and carries Tony out bridal style. Stephen, still blushing, helps him into the car and drives home. 

Once inside the house, Stephen lays Tony down on the couch, kisses his forehead and goes to the kitchen to grab some food for his boyfriend. Stephen sits next to Tony on the couch when he cuddles up next to Stephen and lays his head on Strange's chest looking up at him. 

"You have such beautiful eyes, " Tony stretches his arm to touch the other mans cheek, which was now heavily dusted with red. Stephen looked down at the man laying on his chest and smiled, running his fingers running through Tony's velvety, dark brown hair. Now it was Tony's turn to blush. 

Stephen glances over at the clock and realizes how late it is. He was just about to tell Tony something when he realizes he is asleep on his lap. He smiles down at the man, a peaceful look on his face.

The morning came, Tony jolting awake. 

"Wha?... " Tony mumbles looking around at the room, which was doing somersaults. He saw Stephen standing in the kitchen.

Stephen turns around and gives him a patient smile. "How are you doing? " He asks. 

Tony shoots him a look, glaring at him. "I feel great" He says through gritted teeth.  He felt terrible, regretting his decisions. He was nauseous, and had a terrible throbbing headache. Stephen handed him a cup of cold water along with a plate of scrambled eggs. 

Tony looked at the food disapprovingly. His stomach flipped at the sight of the food.

"Are you sure I won't throw up? "

"No, Tony. I'm not sure. Why don't you find out, " Sarcasm laced heavily in his tone. 

Tony rolled his eyes and took a small bite. He ate the rest of the food slowly.

The day dragged on as Tony recovered from his hangover.