So....I was just looking for ironstrange content on tumblr and I read your request so I'll give it a try lol. I have two A) Hannibal!AU with Strange as Hannibal, Tony as Will and Peter as Abigail (I saw the gif and couldn't help it) and B)After A4 and the happy ending, the Cloak is really attached to Tony (it stayed behind and they bonded) but also missed Stephen and wants to be with both of them, so they have to 'arrange custody', to Peter & Wong's amusement.
lmao I can’t remember the last time I watched Hannibal, so option B it is!!! I hope you like it :)
Stephen feels it coming before it happens. The fabric of the universe is rent, hard, and he can feel it. Even buried in the depths of the soul stone as he is now, isolated and meditating away from the billions and billions of others trapped here as well, he feels his stomach quiver with anticipation. It sounds a bit like the tearing of dryer sheets. He knows Tony did it.
“By the Vishanti,” he murmurs, and then he’s shot through a thin tube of light and sound and sensation before his feet hit solid earth. Well, not earth. Titan. And the Guardians are there, and the kid’s there - oh gods, the kid. He jogs over to Peter, helping him up and dusting him off, taking his face in his hands and checking him over for injury.
“Doctor Strange, I’m - I’m alright, I promise,” Peter says shakily, his eyes glassy and his skin pale. Stephen pushes calm through his shaking, scarred fingers, watching as it flows through Peter and brings him back down, back to where they are.
“I’ve got you, Peter. It’s alright. I’ll get us home, okay?”
Peter nods dumbly. What else can he do?
Tony’s flat on his back in the middle of Central Park when he hears the portal open. Over the sounds of people reuniting, people celebrating being back and alive, he hears Strange stumble through his magic ring of sparklers, sees Peter tucked under his arm. His heart sings, and he forces his legs to work again, forces his body to go to Peter’s, to hold Peter, to tell Peter that everything is okay.
“Mr. Stark - Doctor Strange already gave me this talk - “
There’s a rustle of fabric, and Tony’s on his back again. This time, however, he’s covered by a very enthusiastic, very clingy Cloak of Levitation.
“Strange, what in the fuck - “
“I - don’t know what it’s doing,” Stephen says honestly, and Tony doesn’t have it in him to argue. He lets the Cloak hug it out for a bit longer, offering what he hopes is a gentle pat of comfort.
“There, there, bud. We’re all back now. Okay? We’re all here.”
One moment, Stephen’s hard at work, studying ancient tomes or practicing his spells, and the comforting weight of the Cloak around his shoulders disappears. He brushes it off. The Cloak is its own being - it can come and go as it pleases.
But nearly every time, he gets a call from a bemused - rarely annoyed - Tony Stark.
“Hey, doc. Cloak’s over here again. Not sure how it keeps getting into my apartment, but it seems to be keeping FRIDAY company, so… I dunno, you wanna come pick it up?”
Wong smirks every time he leaves the sanctum cloakless.
“Visiting its favorite parent again, hm?”
“Shut up and get busy getting my laptop back, the study seems to have eaten it again.”
At first, the visits are - awkward. The Cloak levitates near Tony, sending clear signals that Stephen should stay, spend time with the other man. It’s very clearly taken a shine to Stark, and it wants Stephen in on the fun. Stephen smiles tightly, throws the thing around his shoulders, and portals back to the sanctum.
It becomes a sort of odd routine. The Cloak, though seemingly oblivious to the passage of time otherwise, picks Tuesdays and Thursdays as the days it goes to Tony’s apartment. The rest of the time it stays with Stephen, though he senses it’s filled with longing nearly every day. Longing for Tony Stark.
“Why him, of all people?” Stephen asks one night, the Cloak floating in front of him as he has his evening tea. “Tony Stark? Why not someone helpful?”
He feels a baleful energy rolling off the collar in waves. He rolls his eyes, setting his tea aside.
“He isn’t helpful. Not right now.”
Stephen’s walking into Tony’s apartment on a Thursday evening when he’s surprised by the man being on his sofa instead of tucked away in his lab, the Cloak around his shoulders, fondly stroking his cheeks. Tony offers a smile and a small wave, his arm quickly being reclaimed by the Cloak and brought back to his side.
“Y’know, Peter was telling me the other day, when this overblown handkerchief came around… I feel like I oughta get a lawyer.”
Stephen can’t help but smile. He shakes his head, coming over to the couch and sitting down, leaving a respectable distance between he and Tony.
“Visitation rights,” Tony drawls, sipping at the smoothie he has clutched in his hand. “Seems like I’m the preferred guardian, here. Cloaky loves me,” he simpers, cooing as the collar strokes his cheek again.
Stephen rolls his eyes, though the smile is still firmly on his face. “Well, if that’s the case, then I want that divorce you’ve been promising me. No more separation, let’s just tell the kids straight, hm?”
“Peter wants his sibling to live with me,” Tony says seriously, though he’s cracking as well. “It’s only fair we keep the kids together.”
Stephen chuckles, pushing himself to stand. “Well. It’s time for this one to go home,” he says, reaching out for the collar.
Which immediately pulls away.
“Aw, see?” Tony asks, stroking the fabric gently. “It wants to stay with Daddy.”
“Please don’t say that again,” Stephen laughs, folding his arms over his chest. “You already get Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“I want weekends,” Tony says firmly, sitting up. “Or at least Saturdays. You can have Sundays, but only if you promise to take him to church. I want him raised in my faith.”
Stephen snorts. “Or we could call the divorce off. You could come visit more.”
Tony’s eyes flash with interest. “Yeah?” he clarifies, tugging at the collar so the Cloak floats beside Stephen, reluctantly returning to his shoulders. “You want me to stop by?”
“For the sake of the kids,” Stephen assures, conjuring a portal and stepping through before Tony has the chance to answer.
Tony sits there for a moment, dumbfounded. He barks out a laugh, standing and heading back towards his workshop. Stephen fuckin’ Strange wanted him to stop by more. Oh, he’d do more than that.
He had custody to win, after all.
