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◌Chapter Thirteen-Dinner was a Disaster

⚠Gore/Crossover⚠

He didn't think... Heh... Of course she would, he wouldn't think of anything more from her.

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Anthony and Stephen walk down a side walk, the sun just over the horizon as it lowers behind some towers. Anthony was a bit nervous, but when he looked up to see Stephen smiling down at him.. He relaxed and gave one smile back. They're holding hands, and other couples walk by.

"So, is it any different? " Stephen asked.

"What do you mean? " Anthony asked.

"I mean, is New York relatively the same as you remember it? " Anthony looked around and saw some homeless people and a few drug dealers around here and there.

"Yep, I don't think it ever changes that much anyway..., " Anthony said.  Stephen chuckled.

"Yeah, I had a feeling it wouldn't be as different, " Stephen said, as they got to the restaurants front door. Stephen opens the door and let's Anthony go in first, then he does after.

The place was very pretty, as chandeliers lined the ceiling in perfect squares. There's a stage with violinists playing a wonderful tune, and the tables are laced with red fabric. Anthony's eyes sparkle at the place with amazement and wonder.

"-name? " The waiter asked.

"Stephen Strange, " Anthony looked back seeing Stephen with a care free face.

"Right this way Mr. Strange, " Anthony snorted seeing the look Stephen had after being called Mr.  However once they were seated, another waiter puts down some menus.

"Hello, My name is Sherlock and I'll be your waiter tonight. How about we start with something to drink? " The waiter looked a lot like Stephen but his hair had more curls that was even blacker than his own suit.

"Yes, I'll have a sweet tea, " Stephen said.

"Okay, what about you? " Sherlock looked over to Anthony. His glaze turned into a confused one. "I'm sorry if this is too much, but, are you in anyway related to Howard Stark? " Anthony was taken back.

"Um... No? I would like a blue Berry shake also..., " Sherlock nodded and wrote it down.

"Okay then, I'll be back to take your order then, " As he walked off, Anthony swore he saw a smirk playing on the waiters lips.

"I swear.. He's going to get punched one day, " Stephen said, making Anthony look at him.

"You know him? " Anthony tilted his head.

"He's my cousin.., " Stephen said, like it was completely normal.

"Oh.... "

"Yeah, he's know to do that. He can tell your life's story by just a glance, I think he knows you are definitely related to Howard though. But, it's just for a game anyway, he doesn't do anything with the information. Well, unless your a criminal..., "

"......? "

"He's a detective, solves crimes really quickly. He lives in England, don't know why he's here... But aside from that, tell me about your world, " Stephen said.

"My world? What do you want to know about it? " Anthony asked.

"Well, what did you like about it? "

"-come on Mr. Doctor~" Anthony teased, cotton candy in hand.  A blue heart necklace that flowed with his movements.

"Anthony! Slow down! " Stephen chuckled.

"Well... I.... My family..., " Anthony said, looking down at his hands. Stephen frowned.

"Ah... I'm sure they're proud of you. You are a hero after all, " Stephen said, a soft smile. Anthony blushed, a light feeling in his stomach.

"I've never been called that before... I never had the chance too. But.. Thank you Stephen, really, for everything. I don't know what I'd be without you..., " Anthony said. Stephen smiled once again.

"It's my pleasure..., " The waiter came back and puts down their drinks. He side eyed Stephen, then, he looked back at Anthony.

"Are you ready to order? " Sherlock asked.

"Yep, I'll have a-" The doors opened to the establishment, but everyone's eyes seemed to be drawn to it. Stephen felt uneasy, as Anthony scanned the person. Sherlock seemed a bit on edge.

"Well, am I interrupting something? " The person asked. The only noise back was the soft mer-mers of the Patrents.

"I have a bad feeling about this guy..., " Stephen muttered.

"Yeah... , " Anthony responded. 'I think I know who it is.... ' he thought.

"So, where's the lovely otherworldly friend? " The guy questions, the people around looked at each other with confused looks. Till the guy literally sends out a whip of pure electricity around a person's hand and yanks him to the back wall. Screams broke out, as the whips grew longer and longer, it seemed to be coming out of his wrist. 

Both Stephen and Anthony stood up, as Stephen told Sherlock to leave. His cousin looked annoyed but left out the back door with a long coat on. Stephen conjured magic into a shield, as Anthony let's the white metal suit grow onto him. Just in time too, as a whip of electricity went past Tony in a millisecond. Stephen sent out his own Whip but with mystical energy, and abled to send the other back.

"Know this guy?! " Stephen asked, blocking a attack.

"Yeah! His name is Whiplash! He works for Mr. Fix! Always hated me in my world and nearly killed me! " Anthony said. "He's more human here though.. It's kind of weird! " He added. Anthony managed to doge a close up attack and blast Whiplash with his own blue energy.  It got up close and personal with them, as they punched at each other. Anthony was more superior as he was faster in his own suit than a humans reaction.

Stephen joins in and conjectures up a larger shield of magic, and slowly walks forward. It forced Whiplash back into a corner, and was finally dropped down into a portal. Anthony looked a little shocked at that.

"So how did he try to kill you? " Stephen huffed.

"I was a teen Steph.... He overloaded my suit and I was nearly exploded from the inside... Good thing Rhodey was there..., " Anthony trailed off.

"Rhodey? " Stephen asked. Anthony stopped in his tracks.

"... That's another story for another time... Let's go before the others get here, " Anthony said. Stephen looked at the burn marks on the wall, and then he walked after Anthony to the back door.