Second Chances

Seven

"Mr.Stark, Dr.Strange is requesting entery." JARVIS said after lowering down the loud AC/DC that was playing throughout Tony's lab.

"Jay, what did I say about turning down my music?" Tony hissed, from underneath one of his cars.

"Very sorry sir." The AI apologized, and Tony rolled out from under the car.

"Sir, what shall I tell the doctor?" JARVIS wondered after Tony rubbed his grimey hands on a equaly grimey towel.

"Dr.Strange says he would like to speak to you." JARVIS answered Tony's question, and the billionaire let out a long groan.

"Why? I told him not to call me any more." Tony grunted under his breath walking up the stairs from his lab.

He wondered through the large Stark Manor, walking blindly through the barley lit rooms, until he reached the front door. Tony placed his thumb finger on a small pad next to the door, and a small ding noise sounded from it. The large double doors then slid open, and Tony crossed his arms. Stephen was standing there in a red suit. His hair was slicked back, and he held a bottle of wine in his right hand. Tony glanced down at the wine before looking back into Stephen's eyes that were looking deeply into Tony's.

"I thought that maybe we could have a little fun tonight? I got off of work early." Stephen lifted the bottle, and Tony's left eyebrow arched.

"You got off of work early? You're a neurosurgeon Stephen. Hell you're the best in town, and you got off of work early." Tony asked, and Stephen's eyes darted to the left before going back to meet Tony's.

"The other surgons can take care of those people. I'm the best in town, so I do the worse cases and there is nothing that bad tonight." Stephen reasoned, and Tony nodded.

"Okay." He said, with a fake, tight-lipped smile.

"So, what do you think?" Stephen asked, with a smirk walking closer to Tony.

Tony licked his top set of teeth smirking up at Stephen.

Tony was bored, not having anything to break apart and piece back together, and Butterfingers was being a pain in his ass. Tony earned for a distraction due to the fact that Stark Industires was being more demanding than ever. Plus, with the Anual Fall Gala that Howard was expected to come to, Tony did deserve a little fun. Also, Stephen drove all this way, and he brought wine --Tony was hungry. Who was it going to hurt?

When Tony came out of his thoughts, Stephen was inches from his lips. Tony smirked leaning forward, but he stopped right as their lips burshed together. Tony immideatly pulled away, placing a hand over his mouth, and Stephen looked at Tony with his eyebrows drawn together.

"What is it?" Stephen asked.

Tony stayed quiet as his mind reminded him of Steve. Perfect Steve. Steve with the soft, blond hair Tony had been itching to run his fingers through. Steve with that kind demeanor and great laugh. Steve that had eyes that sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like the stars that had been above Tony and his head. Steve that had the abs that could only be carved by the Greeks. Steve that always wanted to do the right thing. Steve that looked at Tony not like anyone else. Steve had never looked at Tony with disgust because he was Pansexual, or in other people's words a "hoe". Steve never looked at Tony with hatred because he wanted Stark Industriess to be shut down. Steve never looked at Tony with the desire for his riches. Last, Steve never looked at Tony with eyes that only had room for lust, like Stephen was looking at Tony right now. Steve was amazing, and Tony was not a loser. So, Tony was not going to lose Steve.

"You're thinking about something." Stephen said, pulling Tony from his thoughts once more.

"What I'm thinking is that, I'll be taking this, and you'll be leaving." Tony snatched the wine bottle from Stephen's hand.