Avengers Seven Minutes In Heaven

Toy Surgeon (Stephen)

You felt the tip of your fingers come in contact with something smooth and plastic-y. You carefully pulled it out and sitting there in your palm was a little toy surgeon. You looked at it, confused as to who it might be before it dawned over you. You felt heat rushing to your face as you realized who you had picked.

Jeez fucking hell. Stephen Strange. I'm gonna die, you thought to yourself.

Tony saw the toy in your hand and grinned. "Wizard! You're up!" he announced. Stephen looked in your direction with a look that you didn't recognize and you could feel butterflies in your stomach. Hell, you felt like there was a whole fucking zoo in there just causing a riot. To say that you had a crush on the sorcerer was an understatement. You had managed to find yourself highly attracted to the absolutely stunning man.

Your train of thought came to a sudden halt when you felt two sets of hands pushing you in the direction of the closet. You wanted to protest, you really did. You wanted to say that all of this was ridiculous, that you didn't want, couldn't be, locked in the closet with Stephen. You wanted to say that if they pushed you into the closet with him, you'd murder them. Though you were at a lost of words and your whole body didn't seem to function. Soon you were in the closet followed by Stephen a couple of seconds afterwards. When you did come back to reality, you tried to get out but failed when Tony closed the door and locked it. You could hear on the other side Tony yelling to Clint: "Start the timer, Clint! 7 minutes!"

You were now trapped in the closet in complete darkness with the one guy that you liked a lot. The toy was still in your hand. You let the toy fall to the ground as you turned your back to the door. "Fuck," you muttered under your breath.

"I'm guessing you don't wanna be in here with me," said Stephen from the other side of the closet, his deep and silky voice echoing the small room. You blushed slightly at how sexy that sounded. How it sounded so smooth and sexy and soft and sexy and just basically sexy. You shook your head to get that thought out of your mind. Instead, you tried looking over in his direction. You could just catch his silhouette and saw that he was leaning against one of the walls.

"No I don't," you said, leaning your head backwards against the door. You could hear Stephen chuckle as he said, "Well no need to sugarcoat it, darlin." You felt your heart flutter at the nickname and thanked god for hiding your blush in the darkness.

You sighed. "It's not that I don't wanna be in here because I don't like you, Steph," you said.

"Then why don't you wanna be in here?"

You groaned at how oblivious he was at all of this. You went over to him and said, "It's because I like you, genius. I thought that much would be obvious." Stephen gave a low chuckle that made you feel like spontaneously combusting. You felt two strong hands on your waist and jumped at the contact, but soon relaxed when you realized that it was Stephen. You could feel his cool breath against your ear and that made your knees buckle. The only thing that was keeping you from falling to the ground was his strong yet comforting grip on your waist. You felt his smile touch your ear as he whispered, "I know."

You blinked in confusion before you slapped his chest and let your hand lay there. Man, was he ripped. You pushed away that thought for a moment to be furious at him. "You knew??" you asked him angrily. "You fucking asshat! You should've said something! You kept on driving me cra- mmph!" Your words were cut off by Stephen when he pulled you closer to him and smashed your lips together. Your eyes grew wide when you felt his soft lips touching yours. He pulled away and it seemed as if he was trying to scan your face but failed due to the darkness. You didn't want to waste this chance, this once in a lifetime opportunity. So you pulled him by the strings of his greyish blue hoodie and reconnected your lips. His beard tickled you a little as it brushed against your cheek but you didn't care. It was Stephen fucking Strange that you were kissing. Of course you didn't give a fuck.

Because in all honesty, this. This was what you had been waiting for months. This exact moment was what you had been hoping for as long as you have liked him. Before this, it killed you to be in the same room as him, to be in close proximity to him and having to push down every feeling that you had for him. You didn't pretend to hate him but you did pretend like you weren't really fond of him. But all of those thoughts seemed to vanish when your lips danced with his. He was an excellent kisser. It was slow and sweet at first but then it got a little hungry and filled with lust.

You could feel his tongue grazing your top lip, asking permission to explore your mouth. You grinned and decided to tease him. You kept your mouth shut and removed your lips from his, resulting in him letting out a small groan. You moved your lips to his jawline and started kissing it, making your way down to his neck. He threw his head backwards, soft moans escaping his mouth and they sounded like a sweet symphony to your ears.

"Oh god, Y/N," he panted, moving his hands up to your sides. You kissed up his jawline before placing your lips on his. He gently tugged at your hair which made you moan a little. He took the advantage and shoved his tongue into your mouth. He began exploring every inch of your mouth and you could feel his tongue brush against yours every now and then. The lust seemed to die down and it left the both of you panting as he rested his forehead against yours. You felt the smile playing on his lips as he gave you little pecks on the lips.

"God, Y/N," he muttered. Kiss. "You make me so." Kiss. "So, so fucking crazy." Kiss. "I can't stop thinking about you." Kiss. "It's like you've made a throne in my mind." You gave a small laugh at his last comment.

"Well I am a queen," you muttered back with a smirk.

"Indeed you are, my sweet darlin." The two of you remained in that position for a few seconds before a flood of light washed over the small room. Stephen glanced over at who had opened the door and grinned. "Hey, Tony," he said. You looked over your shoulder and saw Tony standing at the door using his free hand to shield his eyes.

"Are you two decent or nay?" he asked. You pulled yourself away from Stephen but instantly grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. "We're decent, Tony," you said to him. Pulling his hand away from his eyes, Tony grinned at the sight of you holding onto Stephen. "You go, buddy!" he cheered, clapping like a little child. You and Stephen walked out of the closet with a blush spread across your face. Instead of sitting with Nat and the twins, you let Stephen drag you to a loveseat a little distant from the others. He sat down and you wanted to sit next to him but he pulled you to sit on his lap. You felt your blush intensifying but sat with him anyways. He rubbed small circles on your back as he whispered, "You free on Tuesday?"

"Yeah. You gonna ask me out, Stephen?" you asked, turning your head to him. He placed a kiss on your cheek and said, "Hell yeah I am. So will you?"

"Of course I will. Thought I made it clear in the closet, Sherlock."

A/N
So this is something new that I'm experimenting with. I really hope that you guys like this