Ironstrange one shots

You, me, and me?

This involves self harm (in a sense) and a l o t of self hatred.

Sorry about my last chapter (I've probably deleted it by now) it was 2am and I was having a breakdown. Thank you all for the kind messages they are genuinely appreciated

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Stephen knew that one day he'd probably make the biggest fuck up of his life. He wasn't sure how that fuck up was gonna be dealt with, but he definitely didn't think it would be going to his past self for help.

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Stephens awoken by the feeling of a presence in the sanctum. It doesn't feel like a threat but he's still bewildered. No one should be able to get into the sanctum without his or Wongs knowledge.

He looks down at the sleeping billionaire in his arms and frowns slightly. He didn't want to leave the man but he felt it best to check for any danger.

He carefully slipped out of bed, beckoning the cloak to rest on his shoulders.

He left his and Tony's room and stood at the top of the staircase. There was a figure at the bottom of stairs, moving quickly but with the precision of someone who knew the place inside and out.

"Who's there?" He asked, keeping his voice just quite enough as to not wake Tony.

The figure looked up and Stephens heart stopped.

The features of the mans face where of his own, however aged a decent amount of years. There were more wrinkles and the greys on his temples were more prominent.

The man grimaced.

"Is Tony awake?" He asked. Stephen quickly glanced at his bedroom door then back down at the man. He used the cloak to bring him down to the ground floor.

He stayed a good distance away.

"I know you probably wanna ask who I am but that part seems pretty obvious." The man quips, though sounding pained.

"Look," The man started, turning to face Stephen.

"I'm from- give or take - ten years from now. I need your help." He said bluntly. Stephen instinctively looked back up the staircase, in the direction of his bedroom.

"How do I know you're not lying." Stephen asked. The man rolled his eyes.

"Don't even try that. I know we can both detect when someone is shapeshifting or using a cloaking spell." Stephen narrowed his eyes at- well- himself.

"Look. I fucked up, now I need to fix it." Stephen could help but snort a laugh.

"Fine, what happened?" Stephen finally spoke. Future Strange- lets just call him Strange- spun around and motioned for Stephen to follow him. He brought them to the sanctums library.

Strange went to one of the bookcases, the section about ancient beings. He looked through the books for moment, skimming over the ancient text before pulling out a large book.

"Here-" Strange started, handing Stephen the large book. It was the study of Death and her realm.

"about 8 years from now, there was an attack in manhattan. A rouge element- if you will- was killing any sentient creatures. We were one of the creatures." Stephens eyes widened at this bit of information, not expecting to be told that he was killed 8 years from now.

"I was able to strike up a deal with mistress. I told her I'd go back in time to stop the rouge element from causing the attack in the first place." Strange explained.