Another follow up for the Fake Dating mission, please! 😁 https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/817361692756508672/could-we-get-a-follow-up-for-the-fake-dating?
Sequel to one and two.
“Seriously?” Tony asked, sounding a mix of amused and horrified. “Are we teenagers?”
Natasha’s expression was perfectly genuine, and Sam was honestly impressed. “Truth or Dare is excellent for team bonding.”
“I’m not sure I agree with that,” Stephen murmured, just loud enough to hear. “I thought this was a party,” he added louder. “Not a team bonding exercise.”
“Multi-tasking,” Steve said cheerfully. “We can do both.”
Vision spoke up, as instructed. “I’ve never had the opportunity to participate in what I’ve been told is a staple of both the teen and college years.”
Sam saw Tony look immediately conflicted. Natasha was right, he had a weak spot for Vision. Of course, it was Natasha and she was very good at knowing about people’s weak spots. “Well,” Tony said slowly. “I suppose it is a party game…”
Stephen gave in next, just as Natasha had predicted. If they’d used Vision as Tony’s weak point, then they'd used Tony as Stephen’s.
Sam had to admit that he was a little hesitant about the game himself. Yes, it was going to give them multiple chances to get Tony and Stephen to see sense—there was a pre-approved list of truths and dares to pose to the two—but it also meant the rest of them were fair game. Sam didn’t want to know what truths Natasha could wrangle out or dares that Tony could think up.
Truth or Dare was far better than spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven, which had been considered for a short time. Sam wasn’t ashamed to say he’d helped Steve put the kibosh on those, even if Wanda had promised she could make sure the bottles landed on the right people.
They all settled on the floor, different snacks settled around them. Sam stole the chocolate covered cashews, narrowing his eyes at Steve who looked like he wanted to take a few. These were Sam’s.
“All right,” Tony asked. “Who starts?”
“I do, of course,” Natasha said. She smiled at Tony, eyes glinting with devious glee. “Tony, truth or dare.”
Tony wrinkled his nose. “I don’t think I considered just how dangerous this game was going to be,” he said. “I’m not sure I trust you with either a truth or a dare.”
Natasha just arched an eyebrow, smug and challenging.
Tony, of course, wasn’t the sort to back down from a challenge. “Dare,” he said. “Please remember, you’re not allowed any dares that will have my PR team sending Pepper after me.”
Sam snorted, because honestly? Fair. “No dares that will have the Avengers PR coming after any of us,” he agreed.
That earned an exaggerated sigh from Natasha. “Well, if you insist on putting limitations…” She looked at Tony. “We’ll start easy. I dare you to kiss…” She looked around the room as though trying to decide who to make Tony kiss. They’d played around with the ‘jealousy’ card, but had decided not to go that route—something about the psychology of rewards versus punishment. “Stephen,” she finally finished.
The faintest hint of pink touched Tony’s cheek—Sam didn’t think he’d ever seen Tony blush before—before he shrugged nonchalantly. “All right, get over here Stephen.” Since the two had—to no one’s surprise—sat next to each other, it was as easy as Stephen leaning in.
The kiss lingered a little longer than was really necessary, but that was somewhat the point. Stephen pulled back, a little pink in his cheeks, too.
“All right,” Tony said, looking mostly unaffected—Sam didn’t buy it—looking around gleefully. “Steve, truth or dare.”
“Dare,” Steve answered, expression making it clear he had no intention of backing down.
Oh. That was dangerous. Here was to hoping Tony didn’t break Steve before they got Tony and Stephen to see sense.
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I don’t think the one where Tony stays with Stephen after losing access to his money from September 17, 2025 ever got a follow up. Can we see him settling in to the Sanctum? Maybe a little of that ganging up on Wong with Stephen?
Sequel to this one.
It took the Sanctum telling him where Tony was for Stephen to find him. He had to admit that he hadn’t expected Tony to be on the roof of all places.
“Nothing like a skyscraper,” Stephen said wryly as he joined Tony on the roof, where he was sitting on the rooftop garden bench, staring thoughtfully out onto the streets below. “I hope it hasn’t disappointed.”
Tony laughed a little, which was good. Tony had been handling the need to go in hiding and live a far more restricted life more calmly and rationally than Stephen thought he would have if there situations were reversed. But that didn’t mean Tony had seemed very happy about any of it.
A laugh was good.
“You know what’s strange,” Tony said. “All my fancy houses and skyscrapers and entire compounds and I haven’t had a garden since I was a kid back in my parents’ mansion.”
Stephen blinked, a little surprised at the comment. “I can’t say it surprises me,” Stephen said. “Do you wish you had a garden?”
Tony made a so-so gesture. “I wouldn’t be very good at maintaining it, so that’d probably get outsourced. That and I have the opposite of a green thumb. But…” He paused. “I do like it.”
“Well, once you’re back to yourself, I’m sure the Avengers wouldn’t mind having a garden to visit. And there’s nothing wrong with outsourcing.” He waved at the rooftop garden. “I don’t do much maintenance here, there are a few masters and apprentices in Kamar-Taj who love gardening and I leave that to them. They maintain the London Sanctum’s too.”
Tony just hummed, and he seemed distracted, now. “Yeah.” His voice was quiet. “When I’m me again.”
“I’m sure SHIELD will figure it out soon enough,” Stephen said quietly. “And you said FRIDAY was looking into it, too. She’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.”
That earned him a small smile. “My money’s on her,” Tony said. “She’s got SHIELD beat in sheer talent.”
“That she does,” Stephen agreed. He nudged Tony. “But I came to tell you that I made dinner for three.”
“Three?” Tony asked, before realization set in. “Is Wong finally back from whatever his mission was?” he asked, tone a little gleeful.
Stephen grinned at Tony, rather pleased at his partner in crime so clearly invested. “Yes, yes he is.”
“Well, time to go introduce myself as his newest problem.”
Stephen laughed. He was sure Wong would agree full heartedly that Tony was absolutely a problem. Stephen personally disagreed, but he was aware he had some biases in that regards.
Tony was whistling in practiced cheer when they reached the kitchen and Wong eyed him warily. “What is Stark doing here?” he asked, looking past Tony toward Stephen. He clearly already knew the answer, though, as he continued, “This is not what I thought you meant when you said you were going to help Stark out with his villain problem.”
“Well, he needed somewhere to stay,” Stephen said practically.
“Yes, and I’m sure there are places that aren’t here.”
Tony let out an exaggerated sigh. “I can’t believe you don’t want me here.”
Wong eyed Tony skeptically. “You have a terrible habit of enabling Stephen’s worst ideas.”
Unfair. They’d only blown something up once. “He also enables my best ones,” Stephen pointed out.
“Don’t worry, Wong,” Tony added on. “I’ll be so well behaved you’ll forget I’m even here.”
The expression on Wong’s face meant he didn’t believe Tony at all. Which was probably for the best. There were many things that could be said about Tony, but possible to forget was not one of them.
”—my sister Doctor Donna Strange,” Stephen said, as he introduced Donna to the donor he’d been ordered to charm. “Who agreed to be my plus one for the evening. ”
“Ah, two doctors in the family,” the donor, a Justin Hammer, said. “I don’t believe I’ve heard your name.” He gave Donna a look that was both condescending and a little inappropriate.
“You wouldn’t have,” Donna said easily. “I’m a doctor of veterinary medicine,” she said.
“And the best veterinarian I know,” came a voice behind them. Stephen startled, turning automatically at the sound of Tony’s voice. He was dressed in an elegant suit, smile genuine and eyes warm. For a moment Stephen’s heart raced and he wondered who, here, was making deals, before he realized that this was not Tony Stark the merchant, but Tony Stark the man. “Hello Donna,” Tony’s voice was soft. “Stephen.”
Donna turned just as quickly as Stephen had and her eyes lit up. “Tony!” She stepped in, and Stephen watched her lean in to press a hello kiss to Tony’s cheek, completely ignoring the lack of proprietary. She had yelled at Tony only once, when she had learned that her life would eventually cost Stephen his. Then she’d cried in Tony’s arms and come out of it with some degree of peace that Stephen had never been able to give her.
Stephen suspected Tony just wanted to make sure that the people whose lives he’d helped save—even if he maintained Stephen and Donna were technically Howard’s deals—got to be lived fully. Though Stephen still suspected he and Donna saw Tony more than most.
“Tony,” the donor, Hammer, said, tone obsequious. “So good to see you. I wasn’t aware you were friends with… veterinarians.”
“The number of things you’re unaware of Justin would astonish no one,” Tony said dryly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I had a few questions for the siblings Strange.”
Justin looked insulted, but he allowed himself to be not-so-politely shooed away.
Which… Stephen looked at Tony. “My hospital director asked me—”
“Justin will try to match any donation I make,” Tony said, interrupting Stephen. “He always does. Your hospital director will be rather pleased at you managing both of us.” He gave Stephen a once over. “You’re looking quite dashing out of your scrubs,” he said. “I daresay I don’t normally see you cleaned up.”
Stephen found himself flushing even as Tony turned to Donna, already complimenting her.
“And not that I don’t love seeing you, Donna,” Tony added on. “But one of these days your brother needs to find an actual date.”
“I told him that,” Donna said, sounding victorious, as though Tony’s agreement would help her win their regular argument that Stephen needed to give the thought of love a chance.
It wouldn’t, because Stephen wouldn’t be persuaded.
“I’ve told him he has plenty of time left,” Tony told her. “You both do,” he added softly. “Long, full lives left to be lived.”
Stephen didn’t know how they could both possibly have a long life ahead of them. But Tony quite literally couldn’t answer most of those questions and probably wouldn’t answer the other half.
“Well, Donna’s not dating, either,” Stephen muttered. “So why should I?”
Donna made a protesting sound and Tony laughed, the sound causing warmth to skitter down Stephen’s back. Sometimes it was strange to him how full of life Tony was, those times he saw him, when he dealt so much with death.
“Well, Donna, I have a few people I can introduce you to. And then perhaps you’ll help me find someone for your brother.”
Stephen didn’t like the sound of that, or the quick way Donna agreed.
“Do you interfere in everyone’s lives this way?” he asked.
Tony grinned at him. “Only the ones I especially like,” he teased, before he turned back to Donna. “Now, I’m fairly certain you’re not hopeless, so let’s find you a lovely partner for the night that’s not your brother and then you and I can work on finding someone your brother will give a chance.”
A Stephen that never properly healed from his Time-Loop with Dormammu (plus all the baggage before that) and starts believing during the Titan Time-Loop that Tony is a Reward/Gift from the Universe.
Aka the Heaven at the end if he endures Thanos.
...Until he realizes the Universe is actually laughing at him by making him choose between Tony and literally everybody else.
And Stephen simply snaps...
Me thinks he's allowed to be a little selfish after everything he's been through!
“Why!?” Stephen demanded, voice shaking with both rage and despair. He’d lost Tony again and Stephen couldn’t keep going, couldn’t survive another time loop without knowing how to fix this. Time had failed him, but there was one being who Stephen knew could give him the answers he needed. It was foolish to summon Fate, but Stephen didn’t care anymore. Magic crackled in the air around him, though it did nothing to quell the figure in front of him. Fate seemed entirely unperturbed. “Why would you give him to me only to force me to lose him?”
After everything he’d lost. Everything he’d sacrificed. Everything he’d suffered. He deserved solace. He deserved kindness. He deserved… he deserved Tony. The knowledge that Tony was meant to be his—a gift from the universe—was engraved in his very soul.
“Tony Stark and the Mad Titan are connected,” Fate said. “Their paths entwined. For Thanos to truly die, for his threat to be extinguished, Tony Stark must die as well.”
“Why!?” Stephen demanded again, fury making the magic grow fiercer. Why was Tony’s fate entwined with Thanos? How did Stephen unravel their connection. Because Stephen refused, he refused to lose Tony.
Tony was his.
His solace. His comfort. His.
“Some things merely are,” Fate said, seemingly unbothered. “So long as Thanos is Thanos and Tony Stark is Tony Stark, there is no changing things.”
Stephen wanted nothing more than to take Fate and rip them apart. But that was beyond even him. Though perhaps another few thousand time lines would give him the strength he needed, if losing Tony again and again and again didn’t break him first.
Perhaps Fate sensed the threat in his thoughts, because mist began to gather around them. “There are some things even you cannot change, Stephen Strange.”
But Stephen refused to accept this. “Watch me.”
And then Fate was gone.
Stephen paced, rage and despair ripping through him.
He couldn’t lose Tony. Not again.
But if Fate was right, then there was no way to beat Thanos that didn’t cost Tony his life. So long as Thanos was Thanos and Tony was Tony, then—
Stephen came to a sharp stop. Stephen loved Tony. He would never change who Tony was, he couldn’t so much as bear the thought. But what if he changed what Tony was.
His gaze flickered down to the time stone. What if he changed who he was, too. It wouldn’t do to save Tony and then lose him in forty years.
To utilize the time stone was one thing. But to become the vessel of the time stone… He knew it was possible, though beyond foolish. Stephen would still be Stephen, just… changed. He would be Stephen but more. And if he could get one of the stones… perhaps Soul or Reality, Tony would suit both. Then he could change Tony.
He would not just be Tony Stark, then. He would be a vessel of infinity.
Thanos would be Thanos, but Tony… Tony would be more. The connection Fate had said Thanos and Tony shared would be broken.
Tony would balk. But if Stephen was right… if he could convince Tony that this was the only way. Tony would do everything for the universe. Even this.
His heart fluttered in his chest. He had a way. He reached for the time stone, prepared to restart the loop. He would have to make sure this worked before he made the timeline permanent. But this… this was going to work.
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saw this on Insta and the idea that people who are anti-AI are just using it anyway like... willing to give it up? I ACTIVELY AVOID THAT SHIT BUD! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?
ALSO
It's not as if this shit has been around SOOO LONG. We all existed JUST FINE before this shit became THE THING someone decided to shove in our face like...
Chris Evans on his favorite scene to shoot with Sebastian Stan:
Every scene. Y’know, it’s - that’s another thing where you just kinda don’t realize how good ya had it ‘til you don’t really have it anymore. Like, I have such a love for Winter Soldier - that, that film and… um Seb and I had so much to do there - I mean even until, even until Civil War. But um y’know… we, we… we’ve really loved working together so much and… god, I guess I can’t give too much away, this is tricky, I was about to start really talking! You almost got me! You almost got me. Um… I very much enjoy working with Sebastian, yes. He’s a lovely, lovely man.
That’s incredible. I love that friendship that you guys have created.
He’s the best. ‘Cause I don’t think either one of us really knew what we were… signing up for, y’know. And, and then we were both in similar parts of our career and… y’know he’s just uh - he’s just a very, very good, good guy.
it feels so evil that you can't still access your university online library after you graduate *remembers my principles* it feels so evil that everyone can't access to that stuff all the time
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