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“You’re lucky I need you for this."

"You’re lucky I’m here to fix it."

“Just admit it,” Stephen said, leaning against the side of the car. “You owe me.”

Tony pulled his head out from beneath the hood of the car from where he was examining the car engine and arched an eyebrow at him in what was a picture of perfect incredulity. “In what universe do I owe you for fixing Master Jameson’s car after it broke down while you were borrowing it?” Tony scrunched his nose at the engine. “Though Jameson clearly hasn’t been taking care of it. This sort of damage is the result of terrible maintenance.”

Maybe it was Master Jameson’s fault, but Stephen wasn’t the sort of person who would borrow something and then return it in worse condition than he’d gotten it. “You’re lucky I need you for this—” Stephen waved his hand at the engine, ”—because if you weren’t here you’d be at that meeting with Rogers’ that you’ve been trying to avoid.”

Tony let out a non-committal grunt at that. “I don’t owe you, because we’re even. You’re lucky I’m here to fix it. Do you have any idea how much an actual mechanic shop would charge you for this?”

“No,” Stephen said honestly. “I know the bare necessities about engines.”

“Well, it’d cost a lot,” Tony said. “And here I am, doing it out of the goodness of my heart.” He stuck his head back beneath the hood of the car to continue his tinkering—Master Jameson was lucky, because Stephen had no doubt that Tony would improve the engine significantly—to fix the engine. Stephen could tell the moment he’d gotten fully immersed in it, because Tony started humming beneath his breath.

Stephen had to stop himself from laughing. Normally when Tony hummed it was AC/DC or Black Sabbath, but apparently Stephen had—quite accidentally—subconsciously triggered Tony’s limited Disney repertoire—which Stephen knew was limited because Stephen had forced Tony to marathon with him their third date—because Tony was quite clearly humming The Bare Necessities, his head bopping along to the, admittedly catchy, tune.

“The Bare Necessities,” Stephen informed him. “Written by Terry Gilkyson, sung by Phil Harris and Bruce Reitherman, featuring in the 1967 film The Jungle Book.”

Tony pulled his head back out from beneath the hood of the car. “What in the world are you talking about?” he asked. “I distinctly remember the Jungle Book not making it onto my ‘willing to rewatch’ list.”

Stephen shrugged. “You were the one who started humming it.”

“I did not,” Tony argued. “I would never.”

“Don’t know what to tell you,” Stephen said. “But you absolutely were.”

Tony looked aghast. “We are never mentioning this again.” He shuddered. “Now FRIDAY, turn on my AC/DC.” The phone in Tony’s pocket immediately started playing Witch’s Spell. Tony pointed a finger at Stephen. “It’s official, now. You owe me. Here I am, doing you a favor, and you sprung The Jungle Book on me.”

July 5

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Summary: IronStrange Week 2026 hosted by @ironstrangehaven​, prompt 1 (SFW) - Wings

Stephen casts a desperate spell to warn Earth of an impending Angel invasion. Who should receive the warning but none other than Tony Stark.

Fic is brought to you by this lovely panel from Doctor Strange.

*NOTE: chapter has some uncomfortable topics but nothing graphic. Tags on AO3 are accurate*

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For Whumpuary 2026 - Day 7: drowning | "something isn't right" | hunted Beneath the dark waves, it was impossible to tell which way was up.

Guys I had this as just lines and some colour for my the HOWEVER locked tf in this evening and finished it 🫡

https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/793004041051471872/you-have-no-idea-how-invested-i-am-in-this

Sequel to one, two, three, and four.

Stephen stepped into Tony’s workshop, scanning the lab to find Tony. Every time Stephen had come to find Tony in the last two weeks, Tony had been in the process of making his ‘mysterious’ project—given the armor Stephen had found in the desert and brought to the lab for safe keeping, it wasn’t much of a mystery. This time, however, Stephen found Tony with his eyes closed relaxing in one of his cars.

In the car. The car Tony always relaxed in when he was thinking about or missing Stephen.

The silver Ferrari, which Stephen was sure was normally a gorgeous specimen of a car was nothing like the perfect, finely tuned cars that filled the rest of the garage. Instead it had a crumpled front end, a shattered windshield, and massive dents and scorched metal in the rear where it had spun in the road and impacted with a demon.

He couldn’t help his smile as he moved across the lab to lean against the crumpled front end. “You know, I still don’t understand why you won’t let me fix this thing. Just a wave of the time stone and good as new.”

Tony’s eyes opened and he smiled. Stephen’s heart lifted. Tony’s smiles had become rarer, but this one was warm and bright. “That’s obvious,” Tony said. “This wreck took out cthulu. It deserves to be preserved.”

Stephen laughed. “First, it was a filochian demon. Second, you hit me with this car. If I hadn’t had my protective wards up, I’d have suffered a rather ignominious death.” Protective wards were necessities when fighting demons of any sort, but especially filochian demons.

“Seriously impressive protective wards,” Tony said. “Because those wards destroyed my car when I hit you. Which was your fault.” Tony said. “You were the one who came out of the mirror dimension in the middle of the road.”

Stephen’d been thrown out of the mirror dimension by the filochian demon. Obviously. Stephen wasn’t an idiot who’d have done that himself.

“Still,” Stephen sidestepped. “You didn’t take out the filochian demon. I did.”

Tony made a face at him. “I stunned the demon when my car spun out of control and hit it, letting you take it out." He grinned. "You have to admit. It was kind of a perfect way to meet. For us, at least.” 

Given Tony had somehow come out of the accident with minimal injuries, and it had helped them skip over the awkward ‘reveal’ that some sorcerers experienced when their relationships reached certain levels of trust and intimacy, Stephen agreed it was a rather perfect first meeting. “The only way it could have been more perfect would be if it hadn’t given you whiplash,” Stephen said.

“The whiplash did suck,” Tony acknowledged. He tilted his head towards the empty passenger seat. “Come sit. You haven’t shared Kamar-Taj gossip with me in months.”

If Tony was treating the reasons for those months casually, Stephen would do the same. He moved around the car. The cloak helped him hop over the door—given the door couldn’t be opened due to the accident—with far more grace than he could manage on his own. “Well, first off, Wong is currently waging war with the library.”

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Nobody knows why it started, but the dead have returned every night to haunt the living. Their ghosts roam the streets after dark, and woe to anyone who ventures outside unprotected or forgets to ward their home against them.

Stephen lost both his manual dexterity and the surgical career depending on it. But he discovered an unexpected talent: he can see ghosts and drive them off. By day, he sells warding stones that keep them at bay in his shop. By night, he leaves his home to rescue those unlucky or ignorant enough to get into trouble.

But some ghosts are unlike the rest. When a particularly vicious haunting nearly kills him, Stephen is saved by an apparition that follows him home. One that looks exactly like the long-dead Tony Stark.

(Feel free to only take a part of it as inspiration!)

Super fun prompt! I think it's the longest one I've gotten so far and I had a ton of fun writing it. Put the rest under the cut because it's a little long!

            Stephen's life had always been divided into befores and afters. Before having siblings. After losing Donna. Before running away to college in the middle of the night to avoid another fight with his father. After meeting Christine. Each of those moments had changed his life irrevocably.

            And then, there was the big one, two, three. Three events irrevocably intertwined- one to the world at large, the others to Stephen's world- that had permanently altered everything.

            First, the Cataclysm, as it had come to be called. Two and a half years ago on Halloween night, the veil between worlds dropped. That night, and every night since, the dead walked the earth as ghosts, and haunted the living. Not every person came back as a ghost, but many did- those with unfinished business, restless spirits who couldn't find their way, malevolent beings intent on causing harm. Not every spirit was evil- some were good, plenty neutral, but the evil spirits were enough to force the world to adapt.

            Luckily for the world, there had been some line of defense against these spirits. There were some people scattered across the globe who carried knowledge from the old times, before written history, before the veil had gone up in the first place. And, there were also those who changed, when the Cataclysm happened. The veil dropping had been like the world's supernatural meter had been dialed up to eleven after sitting at two or three for most of human history. It turned out that some people had unknowingly possessed latent supernatural abilities that had been dampened by the veil. In the aftermath, those abilities manifested into something more... useful. Between the existing factions of knowledge and the sudden spike in numbers of the mystically talented, the world had since settled into an uneasy safety- assuming one was taking proper precautions.

            Stephen Strange rarely took the proper precautions.

            His personal after the Cataclysm had been trifold- the world changing as it had changed Stephen in turn, and his latent abilities had unlocked. But another thing had happened, the thing that had truly changed his life. When the veil dropped, it had been like a switch flipping. One minute, everything was normal. The next, the restless spirits of the world had physical form. In that moment, Stephen had been driving.

            He'd swerved to avoid what he'd thought was a person in the middle of the road and gone through the barrier into a ravine. When he'd woken, he was mangled and half-dead, his hands damaged beyond repair, and his sixth sense woke with him. His recollection of the event itself was hazy, but he remembered waking up halt submerged in freezing water and seeing his hands. He remembered being lifted out of the twisted wreckage of his car, but had no memory of the person who'd pulled him out.

(Up to you if folks discover this and react or if it's just Stephen and Tony facepalming in private or whatever else you want!)

Logan's laugh rang loud from the yard, loud enough to catch Stephen's attention from where he was relaxing with a book just inside the door. It was rare that Logan really laughed, so that alone was enough to make him curious.

"Hey, Stephen, c'mere," Logan called a second later, as if he wasn't already interested. "You're gonna love this."

Oh, so it was something about him that had made Logan laugh like that. Immediately, Stephen knew what it was likely about. He stood, taking a moment to stretch languidly before taking the few short steps up the stairs and through the doorway.

"What is it this time?" he asked, making little effort to hide the grin already playing on his lips. Logan was standing with the Captains- Steve and Carol, both of whom looked quite confused.

Logan gave him a delighted grin that someone else might misconstrue as a grimace. Stephen had always understood Logan better than most people seemed to, and they'd been friends for much longer than anyone here seemed to realize. Except for Tony, of course.

"Our dear captains here are worried that you and Stark can't keep it professional working in such close quarters," Logan's voice was dripping with amusement, and it apparently attracted half the damn abbey- Nico and Wanda appeared at the other door, and Blade and Peter had blatantly stopped sparring in the training arena.

Of course it was going to happen this way, and Tony wasn't even here to witness it. He was going to be so disappointed that the jig was up and he'd missed it.

"Is that so?" Stephen asked, playing along and doing a much better job of keeping his tone even, this time. It would be much funnier that way.

"Yeah." Logan snorted. "They think you're too hostile to one another to get along."

And there it was. Stephen opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of a portal opening and the Hunter, Magik, and Tony walked through. Perfect timing.

"Why is everyone gathered out here?" The Hunter called as the three of them approached the loosely-collected group.

"Steve just said something really funny, is all," Logan responded, clearly enjoying the audience for once. Steve and Carol still looked confused, and having been called out the others drifted closer as the trio approached.

Stephen caught Tony's eye over the crowd and gave him a cheeky grin. Tony immediately grinned back, understanding written on his face.

"This, I have to hear," Tony said, fixing Steve with an anticipatory grin. The armor receded to reveal his jeans and olive green tanktop beneath. It certainly had the lowest neckline of any of the outfits Tony had brought to the Abbey, and just barely obscured what hung on the end of the chain around his neck.

"Apparently, you and I have been unprofessionally cruel to one another," Stephen allowed his grin to stay, now. "Some of our friends are worried that we're incapable of working together."

"Is that so?" Tony asked, and Stephen chuckled.

"Seems to be."

"What's so funny about that? You two fight, like, all the time," Nico interjected. Wanda put a hand on her arm.

"That's just banter." Tony said casually, but he was practically radiating joy.

"Yesterday, you told Stephen that if he said one more word about magic infusing nanites you were going to kill him," Carol pointed out. "The day before that, you argued for five hours about the layout of the forge."

"All in good fun, I assure you," Stephen interjected. "That is actually our professional behavior."

"If that's professional, then what's your unprofessional behavior?" Logan joked, offering them the perfect setup.

Tony's grin turned into more of a smirk, and he sauntered across the loosely formed circle. Stephen stepped forward to meet him, and without word or warning Tony pulled him into a kiss as passionate as it was familiar. He actually tugged Stephen into a dip, right there in front of everyone. Stephen grinned into the kiss as several people gasped and Logan laughed again, joined this time by Wanda- the only other person among the assembled who knew, apparently.

Tony pulled him back up and held him close when he pulled away.

"How's that for unprofessional?" Stephen asked, grinning at Tony rather than the crowd.

"HR is gonna have a field day," Tony joked.

"So, you guys are together?" Carol asked, sounding shocked.

"We're more than together. We're married."

"Since when?" Peter asked, sounding nearly as delighted as Logan.

"Is it not tradition to wear rings in matrimony anymore?" The Hunter asked.

Stephen reached up and hooked a trembling finger through the chain around Tony's neck, pulling it up to reveal the ring that hung there. "We wear them. Just not on our hands."

"We got married when we were around your age, almost forty years ago," Tony answered Peter, twisting to look at the kid without moving his arms from where they looped around Stephen's hips.

"Thirty-eight years, to be precise." Stephen added, letting Tony's ring drop to rest against his chest once more.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Steve asked, sounding baffled.

"We didn't not tell anyone. Logan knew; he was at the wedding. And Wanda knew because she asked. Nobody else did."

"We tried our best to keep our romantic lives separate from our work lives," Tony added. "Easier to keep it hidden from the paparazzi that way."

"I cannot believe that you've been married for forty years and your idea of professional behavior is saying you want to kill each other," Peter said with a laugh.

"What can I say? This is what true love looks like," Tony quipped.

Stephen grinned and pulled him into another, shorter kiss. They had always known it was going to come out eventually, but this was certainly the most fun way it could've gone. And now they could cut the PG act and make out in the Forge without starting a scandal.

Of course! Sequel to one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen.

Tony kept mostly quiet as Stephen and Wong talked.

Or rather, as Wong talked and Stephen listened.

Once Tony had determined that Stephen had returned to equilibrium and didn’t need Tony right there, Tony had forced himself to move back to his desk and let Stephen and Wong have time to themselves. It had been harder than Tony would have liked, giving them that space.

The thing was… Tony had questions.

Oh, he was doing his best to take those questions and shove them into a closed door in his own mind where he could keep those questions under lock and key. Tony was not good at keeping his questions under lock and key. Tony’s bread and butter was questions—ideating questions, asking questions, getting answers to questions—and having to put a lock on that was… not easy.

Tony wished Hydra hadn’t quite been so thorough with purging their files before the Avengers had gotten to them. It wasn’t that Hydra didn’t occasionally torture or experiment on complete civilians, but Tony was starting to get the feeling that maybe it was more than that. That there was a lot more to Stephen than just a civilian who’d been kept and tortured by Hydra.

Not that Tony had a clue what.

Sequel to this!

            “If you want to play an ice breaker, you’re going to have to go first.” Stephen chanced looking back at Tony and was met with the full force of Tony’s smile, satisfied and a little conspiratorial, as if he was inviting Stephen to participate in something secret.

            “Alright, let’s start with an easy one. What’s your name, gorgeous?”

            Oh. My. God. If he thought he’d been blushing before, he certainly was now. Tony Stark was flirting with him. In an inescapable forced-close-quarters situation. With his arms around Stephen who was fully sitting on his lap. It would’ve been a dream if it wasn’t such a nightmare.

            “Stephen. Doctor Stephen Strange,” he said belatedly, realizing he’d just been staring. “I know who you are, of course.”

            “Believe it or not, I actually think I know who you are, too. The Strange-Palmer technique, right?”

            Maybe this was a dream. There was no way Tony Stark was familiar with his research. “That’s right. I didn’t think surgical techniques fell under your purview.”

            “The research was promising for recovery from paralysis after a trauma. My best friend can walk today because of your technique.”

            Stephen couldn’t help it- he was too overwhelmed to do anything but tip his forehead down to rest on Tony’s shoulder, effectively obscuring his face. There was no chance that this was real. Perhaps he was trapped in some kind of illusion, or he was going into shock and hallucinating. There was no way that he was somehow personally relevant to Tony Stark’s life, enough that he knew Stephen by name. And yet everything felt real and he couldn’t sense any ambient magic in the immediate vicinity.

            “Are you alright?” Tony asked, his voice gentle.

            “I’m sorry, I- I’m just overwhelmed. This is-… not a situation I ever thought I’d find myself in. Several times over.”

            “I get that. It’s not every day a beautiful, non-hostile magic user portals into my house and then turns out to be a famous doctor who by all accounts disappeared in 2016.”

            “I was neither famous nor did I disappear,” Stephen shot back, choosing to ignore the compliment Tony had slipped in. “My friends knew I was alive and in New York.”

            “Well, when Dr. Palmer consulted on my friend’s surgery she didn’t seem to know where you were.”

            “When was that?” Stephen lifted his head, his embarrassment washed away by shock. Christine had met Tony Stark and she’d never mentioned it?

            “2016. Not that long after you disappeared.”

            “Ah. It did take me a while to… re-establish contact.” Perhaps Christine had been afraid that Stephen would react poorly to learning that the modern Da Vinci had looked for them after he’d lost his hands.

            “Did you go away to learn magic?” Tony’s voice was curious, but still gentle.

            “Yes, and no. I went to heal my hands. I found magic, instead, and realized that I could do so much more like this than I could as a surgeon.

            “That’s quite admirable. It’s not always easy, choosing to help people like that.”

            “I bet you know a thing or two about that.” Stephen’s voice came out much softer than he intended, and Tony offered him a smile that was a little bit sad and a little bit resigned and entirely removed from the smiles he gave people at events and things. For whatever reason, Tony clearly trusted him enough to get a little vulnerable, and he didn’t want to make that trust misplaced.

            “Yeah. Anyway, I think it’s your turn to ask an ice breaker.”