IronStrange Oneshots

Match Made (2/3)

      Tony blinked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.  Strange turned on a light, revealing a bunch of magical artifacts and a stack of books.  Past the artifacts and books was a bed, couch, and a small table.  Tony noticed two more rooms to the right and one to the left.  "I'll remove the spell if you promise not to attack me.  I'm running out of places to hide and can't afford for you to blow another one up."  

      Tony sighs in defeat, complying to the sorcerer's wishes.  "Fine."  Strange removes the spell.  

      "Allow me to give you a tour."  Strange offers.  Tony was confused as to why Strange was so trusting of him.  He had his suit on and it'd be easy to kill him and get out of there.  But what was even more confusing was why Tony wasn't doing exactly that.  He nods to a small room on the right.  "That's the bathroom."  He points to another room right beside the bathroom.  "That's the kitchen, try not to eat all of the food."  Tony remains silent, lost in his thoughts.  

      "That'll be your room.  It's nothing compared to the billionaire lifestyle you currently live, but I have a feeling your friends will intervene on our little get together anyway."

      "Why'd you take me?  You could've easily killed me."  Tony interrupts, making eye contact with Strange.  

      "That'd be no fun.  You're entertaining."  Strange answers, heading towards his couch.  "Take the suit off, relax a little."  Tony does as told.  He sits on the edge of Strange's bed.  

      "Now I have a question for you.  Two actually.  Why'd you not kill me when you had the chance and why'd you take your suit off when I told you?" 

      Tony opens his mouth, but no words come out.  He sighs.  "I don't know."  He wipes the sweat off his forehead.  "What do you plan on doing to me here?"  

      "Just keeping you as bait for the Avengers."  He replies.  He sounded like he wanted to say more.  

      "Let's say you do kill the Avengers, including me.  What would you do after that?"  

      Strange thinks for a minute.  "I'd relax for awhile.  Then I'd try to go after other vigilantes who aren't Avengers.  Such as Deadpool."  

      "What then?  That's not possibly all you want in life.  You must want something more."  Tony intrigues, moving to sit on the couch next to Strange.  

     Strange goes silent.  Tony notices.  "Sorry.  Did I cross the line?  Was that too personal?  Strange-"

     "It's Stephen.  I'll tell you what I want."  He pauses.  "You."  Tony, taken aback, just stares at him, mouth gaping.  

      Stephen stares at his lap in shame.  "I'm sorry Tony.  I didn't mean to ma-"  Tony cuts him off with his lips.  Despite the fact that he was currently being held captive, it felt so right.  Believe it or not Tony wanted to stay with Stephen, even if it meant leaving the Avengers.  The two break apart, gasping for air.  Stephen smirks at Tony.  

      "Didn't know you had a thing for bad boys."  Stephen jokes.  Tony smiled weakly.  He couldn't leave the Avengers.  But he couldn't leave Stephen.  What was he going to do?