Ironstrange/Stony/Stucky (Closed)

Spell(Ironstrange)

"Master Strange," A timid voice spoke from behind the sorcerer.

Stephen let out a sigh, who was he going to have to kill to get called by his proper title around here?

"I-I'm sorry, Doctor Strange," The timid voice corrected itself. Well that was an improvement.

"Yes, Valor?" Stephen asked not turning around. His eyes skimming the pages of the book in front of him.

"I have a Mr. Stark here to see you."

This got Stephen's attention. He turned to see that Tony was already standing behind Valor with a few of the other avengers in tow.

"Stark, what brings you here?" Stephen glanced over his shoulder where Wong was currently working with Laydris, a new student that had a hard time controlling their spells.

"Hey, Doc," Tony smiled in the way that made Stephen want to agree to anything the genius wanted.

"We're here on behalf of shield, there's a possible threat coming, and we could use the help," Steve spoke up. He was the head of the avengers after all. Stephen guessed bringing Tony was to help persuade Stephen.

"Yes, of course," Stephen would take any chance to work alongside Tony, not that he would ever admit to it.

Suddenly a large burst of light filled the room.

"I'm so sorry," Laydris apologized quickly.

"What the hell?" Clint swore.

"Why do I have the sudden urge to kiss you?" Natasha asked frowning at her best friend.

"It appears he cast the wrong spell," Wong sighed, looking down at the book." I said the astral projection spell, not the attraction spell, Laydris can't you read?" he huffed.

"Attraction spell?" Tony raised a brow.

"That explains it," Steve motioned to where Clint and Natasha were caught in a heated kiss.

"I'm gonna go ahead and head out before..." Steve gestured uncomfortably towards the couple.

"We should go too," Natasha pulled away from Clint hesitantly.

"The effects will wear off in a few hours," Wong said with a shake of his head.

"Well then," Tony pointed towards the door.

"I'll walk you out," Stephen would never admit he was following Tony in hopes that the genius would make a move. Even if it was under a spell.

"Thanks for agreeing to help," Tony swallowed nervously as they reached the front door of the sanctum.

"Sure."

"Maybe once this simmers down, you can swing by and we can discuss further," Tony waved a hand around as if gesturing towards the spell.

"Sounds good," Stephen's eyes dropped to Tony's mouth. He had always wanted to know what his lips felt like.

Suddenly the two were leaning in. They both paused inches from each other as if they were debating the idea. Neither said a word as they finally conceded, connecting their lips.

It was simple at first but then Tony's hand slipped into Stephen's hair and Stephen melted into the kiss. His own hand gripping at the lapels of Tony's jacket.

The kiss was desperate and needy, like their life depended on it, a mesh of lips and facial hair. It was better than Stephen could have hoped and yet a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach reminded him that it was only the spell.