Ironstrange One Shots (book 2) (TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED)

In the way

TW: Violence and mild gore

back on my sad Stephen bullshit-

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He held on tighter to the bloody man, trying to hush his own tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into matted hair. "Just hold on for me."

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-the day before-

"Aw, c'mon Stephanie! You scared to leave hogwarts?" Tony teased, Stephen scowled at him, trying to fight back a smile.

"I told you, Stark, I have work to do-"

"Stephen," a new voice said.

Tony and Stephen both turned to Wong, Stephen tilting his head to the side.

Tony gazed a little longer than he should've, cute.

"You know you can leave the sanctum for a few hours, I will handle things." Wong said.

Tony brightened up, "Ha! I win Dumbledore!" Tony counted the amused little grin Stephen sent him as a win, fighting the urge to punch his fist into the air in triumph.

Stephen hung his head, chuckling quietly, "alright." He said, defeated. "You win, where to?"

"There's this great little place called shawarma, you'll love it."

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"Then Dum-E sprayed me after the fire was already put out." Tony said. Stephen chuckled, hiding his grin behind his drink.

"I will turn him into a wine rack."

Stephen rolled his eyes, "sure." He dragged out the word, sounding like a deep rumble. Tony stared at him with a soft smile.

They locked eyes for a moment and Stephens cheeks flushed, eyes darting back to his food.

He cleared his throat, "You'd never even think about letting him go, you love your kids way too much for that." Stephen said.

Tony brightened up, a warm feeling settling in his chest as Stephen referred to his bots and AI's as his children. It had been one thing not many people did, instead just referring to each of Tony's creations as simply that. A thing.

"Okay, you got me there. But he's still going to be wearing that hat till-"

They both froze when they heard a distant scream.

They stood from their chairs and hurried outside, scanning the streets. "FRIDAY?" Tony asked.

"Working on it."

Another scream broke out, then sounded a loud explosion. Tony and Stephen locked eyes and nodded once. Stephen shook out the red scarf he'd been wearing, the fabric unfolding itself to reveal the cloak, as the cloak settled on his shoulders, his attire changed into his usual sorcerer robes.

They rushed down the Main Street and Tony pushed the memories of when this same situation had happened years ago.

Once they rounded the corner, there stood a hooded man, familiar orange magic at his finger tips.