IronStrange Week 2020

Day Three: Legends? Nah, just a little fairy tale

Ironstrange Prompt #3, Wednesday
Legend/Science
Both kinda filled?

Summary:
Tony buys a new coat and inside it finds a book.

Notes:
Alright to the best of my knowledge, the poem/fairy tale written was written by me. So.
Hope you enjoy day three, it's mostly just self indulgent fluff.

It’s only actually been a few days since they both sort of confessed (who was he kidding, they totally confessed, no if, ands or buts,) and were taking it… slow. Tony was comfortable enough in himself to admit that this was different from his usual conquests, and it was still too early for him to decide whether or not this was a good different. 

 

They were currently at a space station, gathering supplies once more before heading off. 

 

Walking in a more respectable area, which wasn’t saying much as this was a very sketchy side of the system, sketchy enough that Stephen could walk through the place and only receive glares, no threats or threatening gestures. Tony’s eyes were drawn to a black trenchcoat, and he stopped in front of the booth containing it, causing Stephen to stop as well. 

 

Tony turned to Stephen and raised his eyebrow, pointing loosely toward the coat. “Think it’d look good on me?” he asked.

 

Stephen hummed thoughtfully and looked at it, tilting his head a little. He then turned and looked back at Tony, eyeing up and down at his tattered auhk coat, a creature with leather similar to old Earth cows. There were plenty of holes and scorch marks, and patches on his sleeves from when he felt like fixing them. Tony looked back at him, slightly confused at Stephen’s suspicious looks at his coat. He glanced down at it with a frown. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

 

Stephen snorted, catching the booth vendor watching him silently. “Tony, look at your coat's current condition.”

 

Tony did.

 

“Now look at that nice, shiny, well, not shiny but you understand, black trench coat.”

 

Tony did.

 

“Now, which do you think I’d prefer you have?” he asked dryly, crossing his arms.

 

Tony hesitated. What’s wrong with this jacket? Sure, it’s got holes and scorch marks and suspicious stains and- oh. I get it now.

 

“The trench,” he replied, confidently.

 

Stephen looked obviously relieved. “Great. Now, we have the credits, buy that, and then please god burn that abomination on your shoulders,” Stephen said with a dramatic desperateness in his tone.