Ironstrange one shots

Kiss it better

3rd Person

Stephen furrowed his eyebrows in deep concentration as the pen shook in his hands. He'd been sitting here in the same position for at least 30- no, 40 minuets.

Believe it or not but this was a short amount of time for doing this considering how long he usually goes. He gave a heavy sigh of frustration, crumpling the paper he was writing on and throwing it across the room.

He pushed back in his chair and it made quite a loud noise and it scratched the wood floor.

Stephen brought himself over to the large window overseeing the living and dinning room. Levi was levitating by the entry to the hallway simply 'staring' as you could say. Levi had more of a personality then most relics so you could say it hurt to see Stephen in such a state.

Stephen payed no mind to Levi and simply lost himself in his own mind. Memories of Dormammu and the Ancient One flooded his mind and he shut his eyes tight. Having photographic memory was a real curse at times. He remembered every time he was killed. The pain he had experienced for those hundreds of times never left him.

"Stephen?" He was pulled out of his mind by a voice coming from the hallway that lead to his room. Tony stood in a grey shirt and black sweatpants. Stephen tensed and turned to face away from him.

"Stephen why are you still up it's late." Concern laced Tony's voice but Stephen just laughed. "I could be asking you the same thing." Stephen replied coldly, trying to keep his composure.

Stephen loved to do this thing where whenever he was upset or emotionally unstable he'd just get angry. This was something all to familiar to Tony so his harsh tone didn't come as a surprise.

Another memory chewed away at the back of Stephens mind and he shut his eyes tight again.

"How about a 22-year-old female with an electronic implant in her brain to control
schizophrenia struck by lightning?"
"That does sound interesting.
Could you send me the...got it."

All that came next was pain. It was everywhere but then his hands...it felt like they had been cut off.

"Stephen what's this?" Tony's voice came again. Stephen turned to look at the shorter male to see him holding the paper he'd been writing on.

Stephen Strange Stephen Strange
Stephen Strange Stephen Strange
Stephen Strange Stephen Strange
Stephen Str-

The writing was unrecognizable after that. Just scribbles in a piece of paper. It was pathetic, well at least in Stephens mind. The name he once loved he now couldn't bare to write.

Pathetic

Tony's POV

I crumpled the paper back up and threw it to the floor. I walked closer to Stephen, being cautious as to not trigger any outbursts. He was obviously tense and I drew closer to him but I continued on.

"Stephen, c'mon talk to me." I kept my voice calm, getting angry or pushy is the worst thing to do in this situation.
He opened and closed his shaking hands, staring down at the floor.

I walked closer to him and grabbed his scarred hands, holding them in my own. He looked down towards me with tears in his eyes. I traced over the scars with my calloused fingers. I loved his hands I really did. I knew he hated them, he always has no matter how confident he acted.

I looked up to his face, to his beautiful eyes. His eyes were at the moment a beautiful green colour, flakes of blue on the outer edges. Tears ran down his cheeks and I brought one hand up, wiping the tears away. I gave him a sad smile and returned both hands to his own.

Levi came over and rested on his shoulders and I brought Stephens hands closer and kissed the scars gently.

"I love you. I love your hands. I love the scars, all of them." Stephen finally broke and let out a choked sob. I held him close in my arms and let him cry into my shoulder.

A few moments passed and he finally released me.
"You know, losing your hands did end up leading to me, and I don't mean to brag but I am pretty great." I joked and he gave a breathy laugh.

"I love you."
"I know."
"Prick." We both gave a soft laugh.
"C'mon you need to go to sleep." I stated and Stephen nodded, talking hold of my hand. I smiled and we both walked towards our room.

767 words

A bit shorter but I'm happy with it

-Taylor