Ironstrange/Stony/Stucky (Closed)

Alright(Ironstrange)

Stephen rose his head from the book he was reading at the sound of loud banging and swearing. He'd not been staying with the avengers long and he didn't stay all the time but this week he was working with Wanda, teaching her how to better control her abilities. It was currently eight in the morning and the team was gathered around the kitchen. Stephen glanced towards the door that led to Tony's shop.

"Is he alright?" Stephen asked no one in particular.

"That depends on how you define alright," Rhodey responded from over his cup of coffee. He was currently seating at the dining room table, pouring over military files. "Is he injured? More than likely. Is he emotionally stable? Less likely. Is he going to hurt himself again? Most definitely."

"Should someone check on him?" Stephen frowned as he heard another string of swear words.

"He doesn't really like to be bothered in the shop, unless it's for good reason or your name is Peter," Bruce answered this time.

"He's a bit of a hot head," Clint added with a smirk.

"I once interrupted Tony and his little robot friend covered me in white air. It was quite startling and very sticky," Thor laughed.

"You mean the fire extinguisher?" Rhodey chuckled.

"You've been awfully quiet, Captain Rogers," Stephen pointed out, his gaze sliding from the blonde to the door where a loud buzzing could now be heard.

"They all pretty much covered it," Steve gave a half shrug, not bothering to look up from the crossword puzzle he'd been staring at.

"This is the part where he used to go down and check on Tony. He was the only one that could," Natasha whispered, leaning towards Stephen.

"I see," Stephen noticed Steve flinch as another string of swear words were drowned out by more banging. "I think I'll try my hand."

Natasha was about to advise against it but then the sorcerer, with a wave of his hand, conjured a cup of coffee from Tony's favorite shop down the street.

Natasha held back a smirk as she watched Stephen venture towards Tony's shop.

"Sir, Doctor Strange is approaching," Friday's voice spoke, breaking Tony's concentration.

"I'm terribly busy if you didn't notice, so you better be here for a good reason," Tony spoke not looking away from his blueprints.

"You sounded like you could use a coffee," Stephen answered as he approached cautiously. He'd been warned of Dum-E.

Tony whirled around prepared to fuss at Stephen for the lame excuse and demand to know who put him up to this. It was probably Steve.

He stopped short when he saw the taller man holding out a cup from his favorite café.

"You went all the way across town to get me a coffee?" Tony frowned. That didn't seem likely.

"Of course not. I'm not your errand boy," Stephen quipped before conjuring up a napkin. "It looks like you'll need this too." His eyes roamed the mess that was Tony's shop.

"Did Rogers put you up to this?" Tony demanded; irritation evident in his tone.

"No, it was my idea," Stephen said with an offended scoff.

"Oh." Tony took a sip of the perfectly made coffee, "So how did you know I like this café and that I take my coffee black with two sugars?" his tone was accusing this time.

"I observe, Stark. And you don't take your coffee with two sugars, you take it with three."

Tony smirked. He'd been testing Stephen. He wouldn't have put it passed Steve to drive across town for him and then ask someone else to deliver it.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Stephen said with a frown then.

"What?" Tony blinked in confusion. Tony wasn't disappointed, why would Stephen think that?

"You were hoping it was sweet gesture from Rogers. I'm afraid It was just me looking for an excuse to check on you. Mrs. Romanoff suggested I have a good reason to interrupt you. I recalled the day you insisted to Peter that he try one of the donuts at that shop you like. You swore it had your favorite coffee." Stephen gestured towards the cup Tony was holding.

Tony's mouth fell open a bit. "That was like six weeks ago."

"I tend to remember important things. Enjoy your coffee, Stark," With that Stephen walked out, leaving Tony dumbfounded.

"Did he just say knowing my favorite coffee place was important?" Tony asked the empty room.

"Yes sir, and according to the live feedback upstairs, it was indeed his idea," Friday answered, pulling up the Camera from the kitchen. The sound was off, but Tony could clearly see Stephen conjure the coffee.

Tony's eyes fell to the obviously tense Steve sitting across the room. He knew that posture. Steve was on edge. He guessed it had to do with him. He'd obviously been making a racket enough to draw the attention of the supreme sorcerer.

Things were still tense between Steve and Tony. They tried not to be alone in a room together and they referred to each other by only their last names, keeping it strictly professional. It only made it hurt worse though. It reminded them of how much had truly changed. Sure, they'd talked it out and agreed to be friends, but it was hard to stop loving someone you'd been so close with. They'd fought together, loved deeper, fought each other and now...They were practically strangers living together. It didn't help that Bucky was there.

Tony had forgiven Bucky. He knew it wasn't his fault and Bucky had forgiven him for reacting so strongly. Neither were in their right mind. And Tony understood that Steve was protecting Bucky, but then he left with him. He didn't stay with Tony, he left Tony behind. That part he couldn't get passed. He couldn't help but feel like he was always going to be second best in Steve's eyes and no relationship would work like that. So it was tense and judging by the way Steve slammed his book shut and ran a hand over his face, he felt the hurt as much as Tony did.

Something in Tony wanted to go to Steve, tell him he loved him, hold him close. The feeling was instantly replaced with hurt when Bucky appeared at Steve's side. His arm sliding around his lower back. The way Steve melted into Bucky's side stung.

"Sir, might I suggest we turn this off now?" Friday offered gently, sensing Tony's pain.

Tony drug his eyes from his teammates and back to his desk, pushing all thoughts of Steve out of his head. "Yes, we've got work to do."