It's always been You // Wanted Love {IronStrange Fic}

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Warning ⚠️: Smut & Drama
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The drive to Tony's was incredibly slow. Well that's how it felt for Stephen. Every few minutes he would always have a red light, but after the fifth red light Stephen decided to take the nearest Highway and had gotten off in the billionaires street in less than a few minutes. The moment he had stepped off from his car, a wave of pain shoots him like a train and he had to grip onto the car door for support. He had completely forgotten to buy some painkillers before driving over to Tony's, but Stephen was too focused on the road to remember and he was too eager to get to him that he had forgotten about his pain. With a few grunts and heavy breathing, Stephen slowly pulls away from the car door and begins to walk towards the mansion doors.

Once in front of the mansion, Stephen stays standing at the bottom and looks up to the flights of stairs. He gives the most loudest, exhausted sigh ever when he sees how long the way up is and knowing too well it will hurt like a bitch. For a split second Stephen hated Tony for having a mansion with the longest stairs, but then it was his own fault for not buying any painkillers and being stubborn to not go to the hospital. Moving up the stairs like a sloth, Stephen gives a irritated sigh when his right side starts to become worse and only feeling the pain grow. Finally reaching the top of the stairs, the detective walks to the double doors before ringing the doorbell.

The sound of the bell is heard from outside and Stephen couldn't help but give a scoff when the doorbell has a melody of Highway to Hell from AC DC. 'Of course he would customize his bell.' Stephen thinks to himself as he patiently waits outside of the home and does his best to ignore the pain. A few seconds past and there was still no answer, so Stephen rings the bell again and leans his hand on the wall to keep his weight off his right side. In less than a minute later the door is being opened, revealing Happy with his normal routine suit and a few plastic folders on his left hand. Stephen gives him a tired smile and peals his hand away from the wall to greet the man properly.

"Happy good to see you," Stephen shakes the mans hand and does his best to not show discomfort when pain shoots all over his right side from his movements,

"Same here," Happy says, "Would you like some ice on that?" Happy points to his own lip, gesturing to the detectives lip,

Stephen lightly licks his bloody lip and kindly waves him off, "I've had worse,"

Happy nods in understanding, "Come in, boss is down at the garage I'll go fetch him,"

"Thank you," Stephen says as he walks into the home and gently closes the door behind him,

However, the detective stays standing with his hand on the doorknob when he remembers about his pain and having second thoughts about the ice. 'It won't do much, but it'll definitely feel better,' Stephen thinks to himself as he slowly turns around and sees Happy walking down the hall.

"You know what... I think I'll take that ice," Stephen says as he follows the man,

Happy chuckles at him for his change of thought and nods at the detective, "Alright, follow me,"

Both men walk down the hall through the living room and finally into the wide kitchen, where Happy walks towards the refrigerator and starts to rummage around. Meanwhile, Stephen stays behind the island table and slowly leans against it with a small groan, catching Happy's attention. Happy notices how the detective winces with slight movements he makes and sees how he starts to softly clutch on to his right side with a low grunt, while he has one hand leaning on the table.