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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌,
𝟏𝟕𝟕𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊.
TONY
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Handling confliction had recently held an eternal part in Tony's agenda. In our world emotions, the mighty were viewed unusual and he had more priorities to think about than the vast multiverse existing through time warps and spacial jumps. Now, if that wasn't conflicted, he didn't know what was.
To come to the reactor was forbidden, it seemed. Yet it felt like a pain to stay away. He had abandoned something he had worked on and he had hated feeling that impending forlornness. He convinced himself that this was for the betterment, over and over until he walked out of the room with a low grumble about opposing ends.
For the past few days, Tony had been laying low with everything that kept him on his toes. Remodelling was on hold and JARVIS had become a household intelligence system. Every day had become brighter than the last, the chains that had strapped him down were being hooked off one by one. He was laughing harder than the day before, loving more and centring on being a better father and a better husband with the passing days. And, he already felt like he could breathe easier.
'What is with you Starks and nocturnal visits?'
Tony sheepishly grinned at the sorcerer supreme with a slow shrug. Quite an ill-disposed notion for a man who broke into the sanctum at four in the morning.
Yes, Tony should be halfway around the world for a search-and-rescue of his daughter but what was the point when he knew where she was and that extraction was already undertaken? This was what he had signed up for. To watch as his legacy took on the battles to come. He trusted Elle. He trusted Riri. And that was enough.
'On that note,' Stephen Strange continued, looking pointedly at his empty chest. 'I have a hunch about the disposing spirit in you. Are you okay?'
'I'm thrilled,' Tony replied, way too quickly. 'Really glad. Kind of jittery though.'
Stephen shifted in his sweats. For the first time, he did not see this happening. The précis of unpredictability was Tony Stark so the doctor calmed himself believing in that notion. His magic would never fail him. A yawn came on his lips as he stretched his arms around his wrists and descending down the strangely soundless stairs. Tony followed him with a muffled sigh. He might as well get to the point.
