That Missing Magic(Iron Strange) Fanfic Book 3

Chapter 11 Wedding

Universe B

Stephen's Pov:

"Yeah, I'm really glad Tony wasn't serious about putting you in a wedding dress." I gave Clint a look making him grin. "What? Personally, I think the veil would look good on y-"

"Stop terrorizing the groom," Pepper's voice comes from the hallway, accompanied by the trademark click-clack-click of her heels. Clint looked at Pepper as she entered the room.

"Come on, Pep, you know that Steph could look sexy in white." Pepper arches an eyebrow at him making me snort.

"Not the time, Clint. I've been working non-stop for the past 34 hours to make sure that things don't get fucked up."

"I think that was the first time I've heard you swear," I said.

"Yes, well, there's always a first time for everything," Pepper sighs, pushing some hair behind her ear. "Such as Tony having a healthy, functional relationship." I bit my tongue a little angry at that comment.

"Healthy?" Clint scoffs, and I glared at him.

"Clint, would you kindly leave?" Pepper smiled tightly. "Stephen shouldn't be distracted at a time like this and I need to give him some last-minute pointers about the wedding."

Clint held up his hands. "Whatever. I can see when I'm not wanted. See you at the end of the aisle, Dumbledore." He said patting my shoulder on the way out. After Clint has left Pepper takes long strides until she's standing in front of me. She looks me up and down and nods sharply.

"Are you ready for this?" she asks.

"Other than being nervous all night and not getting much sleep then yes," I said

Pepper laughs, and it sounds watery. "You look good." The side of her mouth ticks. She inhales deeply. "You look after him, you hear me, Doctor Stephen Strange?"

"You know I will."

"Yes, yes, I know, but-" she shoves her hair back again. "he can be a lot to handle at times, and I don't want him getting hurt, just- Jesus, why are you marrying him?"

"I- excuse me?"

"It's your wedding day. Tell me why you're marrying him." I look at Pepper, surprised. She holds my gaze...

"I'm in love with him," I say, hyper-aware of how my cuff-links are digging into my wrists. "I- he's amazing, and you'll never meet another person who thinks less of himself, and he has a fake smile that he uses especially for paparazzi, and-"Inhale. "He's been sleeping more. He's been eating more. I want him to be happy. I love him," I say. Pepper starts to say something, but I cut her off. "He thinks that he's worthless, that he doesn't deserve to be loved, and that everyone's eventually going to leave him." I swallow. "I want to prove him wrong about all three," I said honestly.

Tony's Pov:

I'm getting married in less than five minutes, and all I can fucking think about is the fucking angle of my sleeves, how fucking stupid the band is going to be, and that one time Steph had asked him if he had tried to kill himself again after that time when he was 23. Damn anxiety...

"Not directly," I had answered finally. "I mean, I just- I never tried anything after, but I didn't try anything, either. There were times where I just kept drinking because I hoped my liver would finally give out, and when I didn't try to dodge a bullet. I just didn't really... care, honestly." I remembered looking up at Steph's face, and how it hadn't been what I was expecting. Steph had just traced that tiny scar on my wrist and kissed me in a way that made the numbers in my head stop.