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"It's different. you know that. I'm talking about faith." Tony clarifies as he rolls his eyes at the other's comment, not forgetting that a god is sat beside him as he finishes his repairs on his latest suit. "It's hard to consider knowing that you and Thor exist to be tied to faith in the classical sense, even then I never really believed in gods before they started falling out of the sky."

Picking up the wrench he had been searching for from the toolbox that had been slid in his direction does Tony try to carefully pick his next words before speaking. "I guess this is my first crisis of faith, or second now that I think on it. If gods and magic are real then what else is out there?" Perhaps it was Tony Stark's usual paranoia but he wondered if anything else was plotting against them, or maybe secretly rooting them on from the celestial sidelines.

"All my life the only judgement that I ever feared was my old man's, and now even that is on some very shaky ground. That's some similarity then, well except my dad thankfully isn't a god. He'd be completely unbearable if he was, more than he already was if anyone could believe that to be possible."

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Everything that Tony says, speaks out into the silence between them - occasionally interrupted by that tennis ball colliding with the opposite wall with a dull thud - hits so very much home that Stephen can basically taste it at the back of his tongue; He swallows, takes a soft inhale of air, bright gaze watching that ball bounce back and forth as it is being thrown and then caught by a metal hand that hasn't been there before.

The whole battle against Thanos was trauma-inducing, definitely so, and all of them are tired. Exhausted. Just want to sit down and not have anyone talk about it for forever, really. A sentiment that Strange understands oh so well.

"---It has taken a lot of us. Perhaps more than we were really able to give.", are the soft-spoken words that leave the sorcerer then, thoughtful, accompanied by a bright gaze continuing to take in the sight of the other.

"And yet we had to give. We had to give and, in return, take from others. Make sacrifices against our will." Many have died, others have gotten badly injured. Stephen is still carrying the weight of having seen so, so many futures on his shoulders, the sensation of having watched everyone die so many times... It's hard to carry sometimes. A burden a sorcerer like him has to take with him wherever he goes.

He saw Tony die thousands of times, for example. Lived through so many alternate futures and realities that, sometimes, he wonders if this is truly the real one where he belongs...

"We did it, yes, but... at what cost? ---I get it. I understand. I do ask myself the same, and... I do think the same. Wished for things to be different. For... people to be quiet. To stop talking about it."

Lips purse and Strange blinks, gaze trailing away as he inhales, exhales, folds his hands onto the small of his back.

"I am glad that... you're here, though. Alive. And despite having been afraid - just like me, I've been oh-so-afraid - you made it. You were very brave."

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Jason doesn’t answer that. He’d done his research, when he’d first arrived. Iron Man, aka Tony Stark (seriously, had these people never heard of secret identities before?), was an Avenger. A part of this world’s version of the Justice League. Can Jason really be blamed for thinking the guy might not be all that happy to see a new, gun-happy vigilante on the scene? Especially when he’d been found surrounded by bodies.

(Jason’s pretty sure none of them are dead, but he’s definitely blown out several knees, blown off a number of trigger fingers, and sliced the Achilles tendons of one man who’d really pissed him off. There is a lot of blood, and only a couple of people are still conscious enough to still be groaning. None of them are walking out of here on their own; he’s zip tied them all anyways, just in case.)

At least they don’t know about the duffle bag incident here. That counts in his favour, he supposes.

Gaze assessing, Jason stares at the man for another few moments from behind his helmet—and thank god he’d been spat out here in his Red Hood uniform, he isn’t sure what he would’ve done if he’d arrived in civvies—before shrugging. Fuck it. “Some kind of smuggling ring,” he offers. Might as well play nice with the locals, right? “Word on the street’s been varying between humans and alien weaponry. I was just about to go unload the cargo, see what’s what, if you’re curious.”

Loki supposed he should take this as an opportunity rather than purely an inconvenience. In the midst of an Avengers mission he had been permitted to assist with, they had come across a half-broken Kree monolith. Long story short, the bad guys upset it with an explosive and Loki and Stark were sucked through it, presumably not to the rock's original destination. Without a means of getting back.

This world looked like it had been damaged. The atmosphere was breathable but if there was civilisation here it was scarce and most likely hostile.

He tried to ignore that Stark's words offended him, regardless of the fact he'd said much the same thing. Aside from Hulk, whilst Thor was off-world, Tony was perhaps the one most likely to be able to handle him, not that Loki would say so.

"We're going to need to make camp somewhere before we make any further plans. Might I suggest removing my dampeners? If we're lost here in norns knows where, you're going to need my magic."

His hands thrust out insistently, demanding his wristguards be deactivated.

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There it was. Midnight. Peter let out the breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding and watched as it formed a small cloud in the cold air- both from the late-slash-early hour and from how high up he was. As he so often did these days when he needed to be alone for a bit and clear his head, he'd found a tall office building and a corner to hide away in way up high. This was one of those weird days and, as it usually did, it'd snuck up on him. Yeah, he'd sort of noticed he'd felt... off the past few days. Grumpy and withdrawn and not really understanding why until he'd happened to glance at a calendar and realized what date was fast approaching. The anniversary of the day he'd been dropped off at his aunt and uncle's. A day that always brought up such a huge mix of emotions.

"Miss you," he whispered out into the night, watching the city below.

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↪ inspired by X-Men 97, Avengers vs X-Men (2012) and Invincible Iron-Man (2022)

Riri can feel how empty the mansion is now that Tony is spending more time with the White Queen. Whether or not it was a political marriage between humans and mutants, Riri felt JEALOUS. She missed her mentor, and she didn't care for how much Tony is away. Even if it's work, at least the girl can help her. But she is useless with the X-Men and Genoisha. And she didn't want more conflict between mutants and Avengers, so the girl kept her loneliness to herself.

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking.

( accepting )

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Okay, so having a drinking contest with your boyfriend seemed like a bad idea. And it was. Oh, it most certainly was a terrible idea. But Tony knew that Stephen was just as ego driven at certain things just like he was and so, the most down drinks in less than 30 minutes had officially started last night. He doesn’t remember too much after that and really doesn’t care about who won or lost because he thinks that they had to stop at some point as in not to get alcohol poisoned. Perhaps that was Tony’s idea in the first place but he had a doctor for a boyfriend so that’s probably where they had drawn the line at. No one was going to go on Stephen’s watch.

The next day where they are still both alive but with Stephen sporting a giant headache thanks to all of the peer pressure from last night, he wakes up first. Quite the opposite on how this usually went since he was more of an afternoon person rather a morning one. Tony usually pestered him to wake up more times than not, which resulted usually of Stephen portaling a pillow at his boyfriend’s face, all in good jest though through sheer lovingly annoyance. Anyways, Stephen wonders if something was wrong with Tony as he usually was more ready to go back to his tower and tinker with more technology than spending it with Stephen in his room in the Sanctum. Just because they were away from the dangerous of having too much to drink, didn’t mean there was other problems. He goes over gently and reaches for Tony’s wrist to check for a pulse.

Stephen’s too focus to notice a ring on the other’s finger as he was more focused on checking Tony’s wellbeing than more frivolous things. It’s not until he releases a breath that he had held finding out that Tony was just sleeping the alcohol away from last night that he notices the very expensive piece of jewelry on his boyfriend’s finger that he panics so bad that he’s white as a sheet. But it’s replaced by a sense of calm that he notices a ring similar to Tony’s on his own hand as he was going through a heart attack. It’s a shame that no one remembers what had led to this but he hopes Tony isn’t too mad once he wakes up from this.

“Hey, ‘I love you 3000′, wakey wakey. You got some explaining to do, Tony. Love, ‘I love you in every universe’”. Really, he shouldn’t be teasing his husband now but something in his mind finds this situation very comical in a cosmic sort of way.

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“Oh, you know me. Anything top shelf,” Hope replied with a fake smile as he lifted the glass of water in front of her to her lips. If she was going to be spending the evening with Tony Stark, she’d need some high end drinks at his expense. He had the money for it, after all. When she was sure a server wasn’t nearby to overhear, she picked up a menu and spoke softly. “Don’t go expecting this on the regular. I’m just doing something nice for an old friend.”

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"Well, Tony", Loki sighed as he sat down on the first chair he could grab. He was holding a big bottle of iced water in his free hand, and he looked paler than usual as he gingerly sat down. "How do you feel about becoming a..." He paused because he opened the bottle and sipped his ice water. "Father?"

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It was hectic the moment everyone had come back after the blip had been reversed, especially for those at the center of the mess with Thanos. And while life had gone back to a semblance of normal, it was obvious that it wouldn’t go back to the way it was before. 

Despite the fact that they’d won, it was still difficult to come to terms with the actions Stephen had taken in order to ensure they’d won, but he pushed on. It’s what he did. While things weren’t going to return to the way they’d been, things fell back into some semblance of normal for him. He took care of the Sanctum and he settled back into his role as a protector fairly easily, keeping a tight watch on mystic threats. 

Something he hadn’t expected, however was Tony Stark requesting to speak with him for what he’d stated was a pressing matter. He supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised, really, but it still struck him as a bit odd. Regardless, he had no intention of turning the inventor’s invitation down, especially with the...odd relationship they had now which was much different from how they’d butted heads the first time they’d met. 

Considering the sorcerer didn’t drive any longer, he portals himself to Stark’s home, curious as to what Tony wanted to speak about but he’s got time enough to figure out. So he knocks before folding his hands behind his back as he waits for someone to answer.

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Hands are shoved into the pockets of the hoodie he purloined as the man tries not to attract too much attention in the crowd. Keeping to himself and making sure not to stick out had become a skill of his, as Tony had found himself being constantly dragged across space and time he had to learn how to adapt on the fly and blend in.

There's a deep exhale let out as he examines his next target, the radio tower he had to set up a transmitter on in order to help out a group of locals who desperately wanted information on the corrupt leadership in order to free their small district. Helping people in every place he landed in ended up being his M.O. It was like a trait that stuck to him no matter how much he tried to leave it behind, like an itch or an urge that came with being an Avenger or an ex-Avenger in his case considering he was technically dead.

It was then that he felt a presence nearby, a new one that was. Hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as breathing became short and quick as instincts waited to see if fight or flight would be needed, bouncing on the back of his heels ready to spring to action. The gauntlet on his right hand began to pulse with power, its arc reactor light hidden and waiting to be fired at any given notice.

"You have five seconds to reveal yourself before this gets ugly."

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To be honest, part of Stephen has absolutely no idea how they've even ended up where they are now, on Tony's couch, with the other beneath him; Perhaps some banter has lead from one thing to the other, the few glasses of Bourbon might have added to that on top of it all---

But he's really not complaining, not at all. Strange himself has been having those damn butterflies stuck inside his chest for a while now, and with how Tony kept flirting with him, he'd only caused said butterflies to turn from a few hundred into millions during the years they've interacted with one another now.

So, while the sorcerer is oftentimes more on the shy side of things, he can be the opposite - and Tony's behavior, in combination with the bit of alcohol that flows through his system, makes it a lot easier to lean over the man's frame and have him lie down on his back.

So here they are, and Tony's words cause a series of electric shocks to zip through the sorcerer's frame.

Fuck. ---Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Scarred hands place themselves next to either side of the older one's head as Stephen continues to hover above him, carrying his weight, bright eyes looking down at the deep brown ones as a few seconds of silence pass...

"---Say that again.", he demands, but spoken with a gentle, soft tone.

Because part of Strange just cannot believe it; He needs it confirmed, he needs to make sure he's heard that one right.

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They had been searching for Tony for days. “I found him,” Thor informed the communication device he had been using, listening to the rest of the team sigh in relief, “he’s alive.”

Thor couldn’t return the other's smile, worry claiming his heart. He wasn’t about to lose another friend. “It’s good to you see you too, Tony. I will take you back Home.” With that, he carefully scooped the man in his arms before using Stormbreaker to get them back to the compound.

benevolentgodloki asked: "Admit it. I'm not half bad." (fake dating ;D)

ironifiicd answered:

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There was no denying that the Asgardian cleaned up nicely, looking at the pair of them no one would know that either of them were actually incredibly dangerous individuals only that they were part of New York's prestigious upper class. Walking together with their arms linked does the inventor peer around the room spying particular members of his family to watch out for, his grandmother for starters, as she had been particularly insistent on him finding a date.

"Not half bad at all." If anything Tony was actually rather impressed though he'd hate to admit it, Loki was the perfect image of charm and wit which fortunately took attention away from himself. "Everyone seems to be buying it, that's all we could have hoped for."

Avoiding the poking and prodding of his relatives was exactly what he was looking for, and it made him enjoying the grand opening of a new concert hall in his mother's name are far more enjoyable experience. No incessant questions about his love life, or about his extremely attractive and possibly single Avenger team mates some of them were already aware of, only him eating appetizers and sipping champagne.

The Iron Avenger had no idea why Loki agreed to the charade exactly but nevertheless he was incredibly thankful. Out of everyone he could have asked Loki was the least likely to be recognized but also had an appropriate amount of manners for a high class event. Maybe the god did it for a free show, or perhaps to dig up information about him from his family, whatever the reason was Tony had no idea and that alone was the one thing that made him slightly hesitant about the rest of the evening.

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In fact, Loki had several reasons for offering himself for the task. He loved a party, especially a swanky one. He thrived among the social subtleties of gossip and judgement unlike the majority of his adoptive species who much preferred a direct approach. The chance to learn more about his fake attachment be it for leverage or general interest was one he couldn't pass up, and if this favour put him in better standing, it was worth the effort.

"Yes, I suppose time will tell," he said after an amused hum. "Had you brought Rogers like so many of them wished, you'd not even see him for getting mobbed. Although, that might have given you an opportunity to slip away."

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Peter groaned as he sat up from where he’d made a very ungraceful landing. These multiverseal shifts had happened a few times before, but this one had felt different somehow. And not just because he’d been mid-swing when it’d happened this time (which had caused said ungraceful landing). No, something else was off here.

After a quick glance around to make sure no one else was up on the rooftop he’d skidded to a stop on, Peter took off his mask for a quick breather. The shifts always made him feel a bit ill and disoriented for a few minutes. He’d catch his breath, figure out his bearings, and then see if he could find the other Peter. That was the usual plan, anyways. Hopefully whatever it was that’d felt different this time wouldn’t affect that- especially as he was starving. Peter really needed to start carrying at least some cash with him when he went out in just his Spider-Man suit...

Yes! The one that fills up trade chat.