Night Concert

The frosty air of the night seeped through the open window and made Stephen Strange shiver slightly. He pulled the blanket to his chin, hoping to warm himself a bit. When he found no comfort in the gesture, he snuggled to the right, searching for a better source of heat. His arm stretched and found nothing. He moved his hand around, only discovering an empty spot. He forced his tired eyes open, looked around, and realised Tony wasn't there. A tinge of worry crept up on him as his eyes glanced frantically around the bedroom.

(Ironstrange Oneshot)