Doctor Strange Imagines

(#2.1) Take it or leave it

This work was possible thanks to @epicendergamer for their quote: "If someone's gonna take your hand, they better take your hand, scars and all."

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-PurpleTrekkie

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Stephen Strange didn't do dating.

And he most certainly did not do flirting. What he did, however, is think of a thousand ways to make Stark suffer without harming him.

"You know the saying, Dumbledore. If you can see sharp contours on someone's cheekbones, that is because they are probably hella sharp." Commented the man clad in iron, flying over him and heading straight for a building terrorized by the unwelcome visitors they had to face for the day. Strange thinks they could probably have avoided the conflict if the man knew how to keep his sarcastic comments to himself, but alas, there was no time for regrets now.

"I'm quite sure that is not an existing saying." The sorcerer disappeared in a blur of sparks and landed on the building that increasingly whirred to its deathly incline in midst of a busy block. He could vaguely perceive the rest of the team communicating amongst themselves, tackling a different section and complication of the conflict within their own skills.

The cloak tugged him back against the harsh fall, just as sturdy bright ropes of magic elongated from his palms, flying across the street in a wide arch and attaching onto the stable concrete of a building that didn't threat to kill pedestrians trying to head for safety. 

The building's descent slowed down and eventually halted with a groaning stop, windows and structure shaking with the abrupt stop before settling into an assuring silence. Stephen wiped at the sweat on his forehead over his shoulder, strictly breathing through his mouth to avoid losing concentration from the overwhelming dust permeating the atmosphere.

The man in the iron suit eventually emerged from within the building, limbs held stiffly at his sides to keep his balance in the air. "Nice job, wizard. You know, people really dig strong people, not mentioning wizards, I'm sure you wouldn't have trouble finding yourself a pretty person to date." The faceplate lifted and the cool blankness of the suit was replaced with a teasing smile from the genius.

Something boiled under Strange's skin. Whether it was irritation or the strain placed in his muscles at having to hold afoot a building, he would never know. "Stark-" He huffed a breath that brushed the intrusive strands of hair over his eyes back.

"Come on, Strange. You know I'm right. I don't think you just spend your time holed up in that sanctum of yours-"

Stephen glanced away. "Actually-"

The other continued. "Just working and working and working, slaving away by a cause that not most know of. That would be very boring and you are none of that."

"Stark, seriously, you need to shut u-"

"I'm just saying that there is actually a way to handle superhero stuff and a roaring relationship at the same time."

"I'm not denying that!" The sorcerer took a few heavy steps backwards to renew his hold on the ropes. "Really, right now is not the time to be talking about dating. If you haven't noticed, I've been holding up this building, a heavy building, and I'd appreciate if you called Banner over to help re-establish its balance before my muscles implode."

Iron Man quietened for a bit, but then smiled, raising a little in the air. "I knew you'd admit it."

Stephen wasn't sure whether Stark heard his shouted remark as he reatreated off into the distance.