Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Dr. Strange the Musical

⚠️Warning⚠️
Angst!, Mention of death, and super hecking feels.

      🎶Dear Friend from She Loves Me🎶

       You sit sorrowfully at the dinner table you and Stephen arranged for, weeks before. To be more specific, before Thanos came to Earth and took him from you. You swish the red wine around the glass and smile sadly at the empty chair infront of you. "The flowers, the linen, the crystal I see," You sing as your fingers brush over the menu. "Were carefully chosen for people like me." You sip at the wine, thinking of the first time you and Stephen met. "The silver a gleam and the candles a glow. Your favorite songs on request."
   You had momentarily bumped into the rather grumpy man that first day. He seemed so pissed at you.
    "Each colorful touch in the finest of taste and notice how softly the tables are spaced. The music is muted. The lighting is low. No wonder I feel so depressed." You smile warmly at Stephen's seat as if you were talking to him. You can picture him laughing at you, holding your hand across the table. Feeling how his hand is still shakey slightly due to the accident. 
     "Charming, romantic, the perfect café. And if it isn't bad enough a violin starts to play!" You sing rather irritated with the slow sappy music that seems to haunt you everywhere you go. Never beging able to escape the memory of him. You aren't sure if you wanted too. "Candles and wine. Tables for two, but where are you dear friend," you sing and wince in pain remembering how you never were able to tie the knot with him. You look up seeing the lucky few couples that made it through Thanos's snap. "Couples go past me. I see how they look. So discreetly sympathetic when they see the rose and the book," you scoff to yourself, sipping the wine, and gazing away from them. "I make believe nothing is wrong. How long can I pretend?" Your hand tightens around the silverware, turning your knuckles white. Feeling Stephen's fingers wrap around yours in a way he used to do to calm you, you breathe and look up to him. Only to find no one there.
    "Please make it right. Don't break my heart." You sing and feel the tears sting at your eyes looking to his empty chair. "Don't let it end, dear friend." You whimper the last part feeling the aching in your heart to just go home and cry for months- maybe years.
     "We're closing up." A waiter says holding his notebook and pin.
    "So soon?" You ask looking up at him with teary eyes.
    "Looks like your friend didn't get here," he states and looks to the empty seat. You whimper and nod.
    "I'm sure there's a very good reason," you mumble and pay for the wine.
     "Then he'll write to you and you can patch it up. And I hope you'll be very happy."
   "Oh thank you," you reply and wipe the tears from your eyes as he walks away.
"I make believe, nothing is wrong. How long can I pretend?" You sing once more standing from the table pushing your chair in the way he used too. "Please make right. Don't break my heart." Your voice cracks and tears trickle down your (s/c) cheeks.
    "Don't let it end, dear friend."

A/n| Does your heart hurt, because I know mine sure does. <(T^T<) Any who, be on the look out for an important Author's note, because I promise you'll most likey want to read it. (Kinda threw myself there 😂)