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starker-sorbet · 1 year

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Peter didn't know what made him go to the superior's tower for help. None of their previous interactions made him think the man wouldn't just give him over to the Sinister Six, or whatever they called themselves, maybe he would even kill Peter himself. Spider-man has always an annoying pest to the man after all. But he was bleeding heavily with multiple broken bones and nowhere else to go before he passed out. Which he promptly did, right on the superior's balcony, specifically right on the man's lap due to his web-shooters breaking before he could land properly.

If he was honest with himself Peter didn't think he would wake up after that, much less wake up in a, no doubt extremely expensive, bed with his injuries cleaned and bandaged.

And his masked removed.

Panic welled up inside him. The superior iron man, aka Tony Stark the man with an omniscient AI, knew what he looked like and no doubt had found out everything about Peter Parker. Everyone he cared about was now in danger because he was stupid enough to fall into a trap where the only possible point of safety was a supervillain's home.

But then the man surprised him, he acted nothing like any other supervillain would after discovering Spider-man's secret identity. Oh Peter still didn't trust Stark as far as his Aunt May could throw him but it was nice, not feeling the need to hide a part of himself as he healed. And having someone he could talk to about his activities as Spider-man without having to censure what he says about himself.

As the days went by and Peter healed he found himself enjoying the time he spent with Tony more and more. The older man seemed to genuinely like him and Peter realised he could honestly say he felt the same. It's just a shame the man was a villain. Although as they talked Peter found himself agreeing more and more with the man about some of the reasons for his missions.

And compared to some of the things SHIELD and their so called heroes did Tony's actions didn't seem that outrageous. They almost always lead to less or even no civilian casualties than whenever Captain America and the Avengers were sent out on SHIELD missions, in fact most of the casualties that happened during their battles always seemed to happen when the Avengers came on the scene. Whenever he fought Tony by himself there was never anything like the number of deaths caused, often there weren't any.

So when a few weeks later Tony declared him healed and ready to return home Peter had made up his mind. The pair of them obviously like the other so why couldn't Peter stay a while longer? It wasn't like they were really on opposite sides any more now were they.

There weren't many things that could shock THE Tony Stark, but Peter's declaration that he was on Tony's side seemed to be one such surprise. But a pleasant on if the older man's smile was anything to go by

requested by anon

#starker #request #injured peter #sim!tony #superior!tony #sim tony:#fully prepared to present a full powerpoint to this cutie that landed injured literally on to his lap in order to get him on to his side #peter:#falls quickly and willing as soon as he gets a few days rest and the opportunity to realise how incompetent cap and the avengers are #with absolutely no looking back #tony:#surprised but also turned on at peters swift descent into joining him #moodboard #my moodboard

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 year

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Just recently finished (re)reading suprior Iron Man Infamous and... i just really love it. So I decided to draw SIM!Tony, but make him MCU-ish.

According to the comics, the SIM armor is symbiote infused, has a chrome finish, and lights up in ways that please him. 😂😂

#happyaspie art #tony stark #sim!tony #superior iron man #sim tony #sim armor #superior iron man infamous #2014 2015 #marvel #iron man #mcu inspired #comic inspired #i #good example

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spider-mancan · 1 year

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peter travels through the multiverse looking for a tony who will love him and SIM!tony fulfills that in the worst way. peter knows that it's bad, wrong, but he can stop himself -- until his tony, HIS actual tony, comes back and offers him something real. SIM!tony? not a fan.

#sim!tony #starker #considers

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khalixascorner · 2 years

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Spider Sniffles

Summary: When Peter nearly passes out at Tony's feet, he knows something is wrong. His little spider doesn't get sick often but the Dom is quick to take care of him. And when it turns out that it could be something else, Tony's protective instincts come out to play.

Tags: Sick fic, Sick Peter Parker, SIM tony, Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, BDSM, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Peter was still Spider-man, Implications of violence, villain iron man, Darkish Tony, Dark Tony Stark, Human Experimentation all off screen though, Morally Grey Peter Parker, Tonys totally soft for Peter though, No Smut, just soft kisses, Aged-Up Peter Parker

Read on AO3 Here or down below

Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art, and @the-mad-starker for betaing.

Peter knelt at the Superior’s feet, struggling to stay upright as his head throbbed and his senses flared. Everything ached and it was all he could do to bite back his whimpers as he waited for his Dom to finish his business for the day.

“Peter?”

Peter blinked, turning his face up towards his Dom. There was a look of concern on the man’s face as Peter stared, waiting for instruction.

“Did you not hear me call you?” Tony asked as he slid a hand under Peter’s chin and turned his head side to side.

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t,” Peter replied softly, his eyes automatically dropping with embarrassment. He had been so good lately for his Sir, and here he was ruining it now because he couldn’t focus.

“Are you feeling alright, Pet?” Tony asked, and tears welled in Peter’s eyes suddenly.

Honestly he felt miserable but he also just wanted to be good and not be a burden. His throat felt tight and nothing came out when he tried to answer, so he settled for just shaking his head.

“Oh Pet.” His Dom sighed and he must have signaled JARVIS to run a scan because he was suddenly engulfed in blue light. “What’s the damage, J?”

“High fever and physiological signs of distress indicative of a severe sinus infection coupled with a cold,” JARVIS replied. “Though given his immune system, it must be a fairly strong infection to have taken hold and overcome his enhancements.”

“Alright, have Pep take or cancel my last few meetings,” Tony said, and Peter whimpered. “Nope, none of that. You’re going to the medbay so Dr. Cho can confirm J’s diagnosis, and then straight to bed with you.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter croaked. He tried to stand but his head spun, causing him to stumble and collapse back to the floor. Or rather he would have if his Dom hadn’t caught him, sweeping him up in a bridal carry.

Peter was in and out of it as he was taken to Dr. Cho. She ran her own tests and then gave Tony orders for Peter’s care, including the custom medicines she had designed when Tony had taken Peter as his sub. He took them without complaint, then slipped back into the dazed state from before.

It had been a long time since he had been sick, and he had almost forgotten just how miserable it was. Really all he wanted was to curl up in bed and snuggle with his dom, or barring that, a nice stuffie would do the trick.

“Alright, easy there, Pet,” Tony murmured, and Peter was confused as to why his Dom sounded so gentle and almost worried. “I know this is miserable, but it’ll be ok.”

As Tony spoke, he wiped Peter’s face, and the sub realized he’d been crying. That only made him cry more as he buried his face in Tony’s chest and whimpered. This really was the worst.

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Tony frowned as his sub grew more distressed. His little spider had toughed his way through injury and punishment with no problem, but getting sick was apparently a whole different situation. It was also worrying how quickly he had declined, as JARVIS saw no indication of illness even last night.

“J, check for anything suspicious with Peter’s food or anyone that interacted with him,” Tony said as he tucked Peter into their bed. He sat beside him, gently carding his hand through the sub’s hair. “It’s unusual enough for there to be a bug strong enough to overcome his system but no one else is sick. He’s been in the tower at my side without being exposed to even a sniffle.”

“Right away, sir,” JARVIS replied.

Tony hoped he was wrong, that it was just a virus that Peter was exposed to, but the more he thought about it, the more his gut told him this was on purpose.

“J, get Cho and Brucie Bear up here asap,” Tony said, his mind racing faster and faster as hundreds of scenarios ran through his head. “Tell them to bring their medical equipment.”

“Message delivered, sir, they’ll be here shortly.”

Tony forced himself to sit with Peter instead of pacing, constantly monitoring the sub’s breathing and other vitals even as he soothed him.

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Peter’s fever was already climbing by the time Cho and Bruce arrived.

“Take whatever samples you would for poisons and biochemical attacks,” Tony ordered as they came in. “His fever is rising quickly and this came on way to fast to be natural.”

Cho looked like she wanted to argue but she still got to work with Bruce grabbing what they needed, as well as increasing the dose of meds Peter was already on.

“I’ll have J stream his vitals to medbay,” Tony said as they were heading out. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“If this isn’t natural, we’ll figure it out,” Bruce promised, and Tony nodded in response. They would figure it out and Peter would be fine. And if for whatever reason he wasn’t, then Tony would rain literal hellfire down upon whoever did this.

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As Cho and Bruce ran test after test, Tony grew more worried. Peter’s fever continued to climb and the sub became more and more delirious and clingy as it did.

“Please, sir, please,” Peter croaked as he curled tightly in a ball. “It hurts.”

“I know, Pet,” Tony said, running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “The doctors are working on it, I promise.”

“Sir, his temperature is reaching unsafe levels,” JARVIS said suddenly, and Tony frowned.

“What do Bruce and Cho recommend?” Tony asked, standing.

“A tepid bath or water misters with fans are the most viable options since he is no longer responding to medication,” JARVIS replied. “Dr. Banner suggests the tepid bath first given how quickly he has deteriorated. He also asked me to inform you that you were right, sir. There is a very odd strain of something currently attacking Mr. Parker’s immune system, and it doesn’t look natural.”

“Any luck on finding how he was exposed?” Tony asked as he stripped Peter of his remaining clothes. “Also start the water, J.”

“I have not yet found the time of infection and have expanded my search to the day before yesterday to see if perhaps it simply had a longer incubation period,” JARVIS replied. “And the bath is already ready, sir.”

“Very well, let me know when you find anything,” Tony said, stripping his own clothes off as well. “Have Cho and Bruce alert me the minute they have anything as well.”

“As you wish, sir.”

With that, Tony picked Peter up and started heading for the bath. This was likely going to be unpleasant for the little spider, and Tony wasn’t looking forward to it either.

Peter wasn’t aware of much beyond the heat and pain until something cold shocked his system. He tried to fight and get away but strong bands held him firm while a deep voice rumbled in his ear. The pain and fugue was too consuming to understand what the voice was saying, but still it made him feel safe and he relaxed into it as much as he could.

Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a bone deep fatigue. Someone kept talking to him, a low murmur but he couldn’t understand anything, and he couldn’t get his eyes to open either.

Pain spiked and leveled then spiked again before finally unconsciousness overtook him.

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Tony didn’t panic, not since he became Superior and all of his body’s functions were regulated. However, even he would admit he felt something akin to it when Peter collapsed in his arms in the tub.

“J, call Bruce now and get me another scan,” Tony barked out, his hands automatically supporting his sub. “Is it safe to take him out of the tub?”

Light engulfed them as JARVIS scanned Peter, reading out the biometrics.

“His temperature is still too high, sir,” J concluded. “Dr. Banner recommends remaining in the tub until he arrives.”

The minutes ticked by and Tony felt the frustration build at his helplessness.

“Anything yet on determining how this happened?” Tony asked sharply. JARVIS was too used to his moods to take offense though.

“I believe I may have found something, sir, but I am backtracking the movements of the individuals in question first to confirm,” JARVIS replied, and Tony grinned sharply at the unimpressed tone. J had taken a liking to Peter early on, if only because of how much stress he helped Tony work out. Thus the AI had made it his side objective to keep Peter healthy and happy in order to keep Tony satisfied as well.

“Show me,” Tony demanded as Bruce finally arrived.

The doctor took one look at Peter before grabbing a towel.

“We need to get him to Medbay, now,” Bruce said and Tony nodded. He handed Peter over reluctantly, reminding himself that there was no one better when it came to the squishy sciences and medicine.

“I’ll meet you down there,” Tony said as he grabbed his own towel to get dried. Bruce nodded and then was out the door leaving Tony to return to his task of determining who did this and how. “Bring the logs up, J, let me see who did this to my Pet.”

“Queued and ready for you, sir,” JARVIS replied, a series of screens popping up in front of him. Tony sneered when he realized who it was, already sending out the Legion to capture those who dared to touch what was his. He’d let them stew while Peter fought whatever it was, and then, when he knew the full cost of their transgressions, he take his payment from them.

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Peter woke to dimmed lights, the hum of equipment, and just a faint hint of disinfectant. His mind had no problem placing the room, as he had spent a fair bit of time here when Tony had first found him. It had been a learning experience for everyone when the bright lights, loud noises, and overly strong smells kept sending him into sensory overloads. Finally though, someone had caught on and they had created a safe haven for him to recover. Tony had saved him then, and continued to save him after, helping him heal from torture at the hands of villains that didn’t care if Spider-Man was an 18 year old orphan who just wanted to help people.

Tony had already used extremis on himself when Peter had met him, but he hadn’t had full control of the city yet. He claimed it soon after, ruling the underground with an iron fist. Peter continued as Spider-man, but it felt weird when the criminals started running away without even trying to fight.

It took him getting shot to realize what was going on. Or rather, him getting shot and the bad guy’s friend yelling at them that he was insane because Spider-Man was under Iron-Man’s protection. Peter had collapsed, only to wake up in the medbay again, the room set up for him as if he had never left.

He had wanted to be mad, to yell at Tony for taking over and controlling everything, including his work as Spider-Man. But when he woke up and found the older man standing vigil at his bedside looking disheveled, Peter found that he couldn’t stay angry. Tony had lost so much and had so little that he actually cared about, so Peter understood being protective of his precious people, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.

It had been so easy to let Tony explain away his decisions in the beginning. Peter had always looked up to the man, and he’d also believed that authority figures were trustworthy. Finally though, Peter was forced to confront the truth. Tony wasn’t a good person anymore, and Peter was so in love, so happy kneeling at his feet, that he didn’t care.

There had been an adjustment period, and Peter had been reckless a few times, which was why Tony always kept this room ready for him. Plus, it was kitted out with everything Tony would need to stay with him if something happened. Like the comfortable chair his lover was currently dozing on.

“J, what happened?” Peter asked quietly, trying not to wake Tony.

“You were poisoned with a compound specifically meant to target your immune system,” JARVIS replied, equally soft. “The compound has been neutralized and your natural healing abilities have already begun repairing any damage. Sir has also already captured the ones responsible.”

“I’m not normally the one they go after with poison,” Peter couldn’t help but muse.

“Indeed,” JARVIS agreed. Then the AI seemed to hesitate before continuing. “Based on what data I can find, they seem to have taken issue with the disappearance of Spider-Man.”

“I haven’t been Spider-Man in years though,” Peter said with a frown. “Why come after me now?”

“Because they found a new Spider-Man and didn’t want to compete with you.”

Peter flinched at the cold anger in Tony’s voice. It always meant death and blood for those who had stirred his ire.

Then the words actually sunk in and he turned to Tony, incredulous.

“How could they possibly have a new Spider-Man? I killed the spider that bit me,” Peter said, confused.

“Apparently, Oscorp still had some spiders sitting around,” Tony retorted and Peter frowned.

“That’s not good,” Peter said, biting at his lip. His transformation hadn’t been pleasant and he’d survived it by pure luck. It definitely wasn’t something that people should be trying to replicate.

“Honestly, I thought I had shut them down fully, but apparently not. I’ll take care of it though,” Tony assured him, and Peter relaxed back against the bed with a sigh. “And in the meantime, you shall be on bedrest. That poison was unfortunately close to something truly deadly. Capishe?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, tilting his head up for a kiss. Tony walked over and placed one gently on his lips.

“Bruce and Cho are on their way now. They’ll check you over for me. I have a punishment to dole out in the meantime,” Tony murmured to him. “Be a good boy and rest, my love. I’ll come back for you and take you home tonight if Cho approves.”

“You promise?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. He hated seeming too needy or weak, but when he got sick it was always so hard not to want his Dom around.

“I promise, pet,” Tony said, petting his head. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Ok, be safe then,” Peter murmured back. Tony drew him in for one last kiss, then strode out of Peter’s room.

The sub sighed and resigned himself to waiting while the Dom did what he felt was necessary. Cho and Bruce didn’t leave him alone long before bustling in to run test after test. Exhaustion crept in and he found himself falling asleep again.

He wasn’t sure how much later it was when something jostled him. His eyes fluttered open just long enough to see Tony above him before he let them drop closed again.

“That’s right, pet, just rest,” his Dom murmured, and Peter tried to bury his face against the older man. The sharp scent of iron clung to Tony, and Peter whined sleepily only to be shushed. “Just put up with it for a little, pet.”

Peter huffed but drifted back off as he was carried gently out of the medbay and back up to their rooms. Tony handled him with the utmost care that warmed Peter’s heart. He was nearly back asleep when Tony placed him carefully on their bed. The older man ran his hands through Peter’s hair but didn’t join him on the bed itself.

“T’ny?”

“Rest, pet,” Tony said firmly. “I’ll join you soon enough. Just need to clean up first.”

Peter made a curious noise and Tony chuckled.

“Let’s just say I may have gotten a little messy while making an example of them, but I’m pretty confident that no one will be dumb enough to try that again,” Tony said. “My little spider is off limits.”

Peter knew he shouldn’t encourage Tony’s more violent streak, but at the same time he couldn’t help but love knowing that Tony treasured him so much. Even if it meant that sometimes he’d kill in Peter’s name. If Peter was honest, he’d kill for Tony too.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark/peter parker #sim!tony #mafia au #villain tony stark #sickfic #or maybe something else #mind the tags #sfsummerbingo22

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darkkitty1208 · 1 year

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Hello there, may I steal a bit of your time? I recently reread Defender Strange's comic and couldn't get this idea out of my head, so I'm asking ya out, can you please write something regarding this- Stephen was gathered from a battle field and SIMTony takes him to Tower with him after kicking the bad guy's ass and takes care of that worn out.

That's it. Thanks ya for hearing me out. Lots of love!

Thank you for the prompt, lovely! 💖 Super sorry it took quite a while. (I say, knowing full well it took longer than just 'quite a while' for me to finish this. *stares at my towering pile of WIPs and prompts sitting in my ask box that I've yet to finish*)

I feel like I've sort of lost touch on my writing style (and writing as a whole) a little bit but, hey, I finished this! Haha.

Disclaimer: I haven't read the defenders or SIM comics yet, so this whole thing is just based on my assumptions of their characters. I'm only familiar with MoM's Defender Strange, and prompter seems okay if I'd write him instead, thankfully, so yeah. ^^ Feel free to point out anything that stood out, though!

TW: This fic contains NON-CONSENSUAL TOUCHING but NO RAPE.

Stephen stumbled back with a grunt, but quickly managed to catch himself before his back could land on the ground. Dodging the whip Mordo sent his way, he conjured twin mandalas over his wrists that glowed a bright blue.

"It's not too late, Stephen!" the man called out, and slid his feet away from Stephen's attack. He took rapid, calculated steps towards the other sorcerer, getting close enough to loop his arm over the man's neck in a tight grip.

"You can still join me," he said, "we can work together."

Stephen struggled against him, clawing at the arm that constructed his breathing.

"Like hell that would convince me," Stephen huffed out, strangled, and knocked Mordo's stomach by his elbow, who stumbled back, enough to let go of him. He panted, readying his next attack as Mordo stood back up. His limbs worked almost on their own volition as they danced their familiar dance in battle, and for a moment the only sounds echoing in the air were their grunts and puffs of air, the way their boots slid against the ground, the swish of their robes flapping at each turn, the way each new band and shield and mandala they conjured emanated familiar sparks.

Just when Stephen thought he had the upper hand, one slip of his feet and a kick to his chest had him toppling to the ground with an 'oomph', and quickly found himself wrapped around bands. He let out a yelp as his hands were squeezed against his body, and struggled against the constraints. But it was to no avail, as it held a tight, inescapable grip around him. Struggling against it only proved to make the pain worse.

It was useless, he thought, as he stopped his ministrations and settled on glaring at the eyes staring down on him. Mordo's stern eyes, looking straight at him, suddenly shifted at the sight, turning almost… soft, to his dismay, and Stephen hardened his glare in return.

"We could've been so good together," Mordo breathed out, almost in a whisper. "I didn't want it to end this way, Stephen. But you must know I have no other choice. You must know that this is for the greater good."

Mordo lifted his hands, and Stephen knew that, at that moment, despite his panicked struggling, he couldn't do anything as the spell was about to be cast on him. It was a simple spell, really – even a novice could cast it – but it was a deadly one. It would render any sorcerer useless if cast against them, blocking their access to channelling interdimensional energy permanently, reducing them to what they once were before being introduced to the Mystic Arts. Mordo always had great capabilities, especially in terms of magic, but to think that he had managed to master that spell for such purposes was… beyond Stephen, to put simply.

The spell wasn’t meant to incapacitate him, he knew that much. Mordo needed something more permanent – he couldn’t risk the possibility of all else.

The spell, he knew, was meant to break him.

“You should be grateful, you know. Many sorcerers have died at my hand in my quest to rectify what they have meddled in the natural law,” he remarked, and Stephen scowled at him. “I do not wish for you to fall in the same fate as they do, Stephen. You are like a brother to me. And perhaps… Perhaps so much more.”

His eyes flickered away for a moment, before they resumed their steely gaze towards him.

Stephen turned his head to the side, clenching his eyes shut and taking in ragged breaths as he braced himself for the inevitable pain. His mind swirled about in a million ways to think of an escape, but he knew there wasn't any counterspell to this, knew that hoping would only lead to nothing.

Mordo sighed.

"It was the only way I could think of that would be quick and painless, Stephen," he said, "So please, consider this a mercy."

Before his mind could process the words, he felt a hit over the side of his neck that made him let out a choked sound. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, there was a sudden, almost electrifying flash of blue that blasted somewhere from beside him to hit against Mordo's head, and the last thing he heard was a familiar, menacing voice that drawled in a way that had always made the hair on his nape bristle.

There was only one thought that flitted through his head as he finally lost consciousness; Tony.

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Mordo stumbled to the ground as something blasted against him, head whipping about as he quickly looked around for its source.

He heard heavy footsteps thump against the ground, and it took a while for him to regain his footing to face whoever – or whatever – it was. Once he adjusted his vision, he noticed there seemed to be a sharp blue glow emanating as the smoke dissipated away from the shadowy figure that was stepping towards him. Mordo wasted no time and automatically went on fighting stance, his defences up in case the man prepared another surprise attack against him. He looked to the side, finding Stephen's unconscious, prone body on the ground a few feet away.

"You really thought it'd be that easy to get your hands on him, did you?" The low voice said to the air.

"Who are you?"

The smoke cleared out. A very light blue, almost white, sort of liquid danced about to then solidify into an armour, its helmet forming around a grinning face.

"C'mon. Everybody knows me," he said, a toothy smile on display but no emotions found in his eyes, his arms spread out. The smile dropped suddenly, and the next words were spoken in a way that could send shivers down anyone's spine: "Now back off. He's not yours."

Mordo's eyes flicked hastily to Stephen's body, back to the man, trying to think of a quick way out.

"Tony Stark," Mordo frowned, "I should have known Stephen had gained… unexpected allies. I didn't know he was so desperate."

There were no possible ways to escape this, he thought, and begrudgingly decided to face him. Mordo conjured a band that whipped through the air and towards the man, but failed to have any intended effect as Stark flew up to avoid it. He conjured a couple of more blasts, which were easily avoided as Stark twirled about with little 'Woah!'s and an 'Oh! Almost got me!', occasionally forming a shield around him but ultimately left unscathed at each attack, as his laughter rang in Mordo's ears. Mordo continued to grunt at each conjured attack, getting irritated by the second. At some point, the laughter ended with a nonchalant sigh.

"Okay, it's getting boring now," he said, "My turn."

He thrusts out his repulsors, whining a short warning before an electric flash of blue striked right ahead to send Mordo flying backwards before he could think of a way to dodge it. And then he blasted another, and another, slowly floating down to the ground as he did so, playfully experimenting different positions on each blast, humming a tune meanwhile. When he was satisfied, he took his time to step ever so slowly towards Mordo's body, which was lying on its side. He turned him over to lay on his back by nudging his side with a foot. Tony stared down at him, and then tilted his head to the side, huffed, and let a menacing smile slowly form on his lips. When Mordo tried to lean up and land a punch on his face, quite successfully, he clicked his tongue, wiped the blood trickling down the slight cut on his face, huffed again, and then carded a hand through his hair. He kicked the man then, straight in the stomach, and repeated so just a couple times. Just enough so that moving any muscle would hurt. And then he pressed his foot down over the sorcerer's chest, delighting in the pained wheeze and the cough that sent blood splattering about. He pressed his foot harder down, twisting it just so that he could hear another one of Mordo's wet, ragged cough, and made a sound that was intended as a delighted giggle but came out sounding like a huff as he leaned down to whisper: "Now let that be a lesson for you to never touch what's mine ever again."

He gave the body a last kick, turning around just as Mordo's body rolled helplessly on the ground.

"Well, that was easy," he huffed, dusting his hands off, and turned to look at Stephen's still unconscious body. "Now to claim my lovely prize…"

The smile returned, but this time, something glinted in his eyes.

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When Stephen came to, it was to the sight of bright, blue lights assaulting his eyes and vague, muffled sounds of what sounded like whirring machines filtering through his ears. His eyes shut closed against the onslaught of light almost on its own accord, and he quickly regretted shaking his head as it did nothing to lessen the pounding in his temples – if anything, it grew much worse.

Gently, he fluttered his eyes back open, squinting as he adjusted to the lighting. He looked down on himself, noting the wrapped up and bandaged wounds over his body and the absence of his robes.

“Ah, my sleeping beauty has finally awoken.” Stephen barely suppressed a flinch at the voice. “How was your sleep, sweetheart?”

He tried to make out the blurry figure walking over to him – even though he already had a solid guess from the voice he had heard – and when the shifting blur of the man finally came to a focus, he lifted himself by the elbows.

"T–" he tried to croak out, and then coughed when he realised his throat was dry as a desert.

Tony sauntered over, grabbed a cup of water from a nearby bedside table, and gently lifted it to his lips, making a gesture with his head to urge Stephen to drink. Stephen stared at the cup, glared up at the engineer, and then snatched the cup with his own trembling fingers. If Tony saw the shaking in his hands and the way he tried desperately to look casual as the water splashed onto his fingers (and if anything, was failing to), he didn’t say anything.

He did, however, huff out in amusement.

Stephen downed the rest of the cup, and then placed it carefully upon the table Tony had taken it from. He felt the bed dip as the engineer sat beside him, and resisted the urge to scoot over and distance himself from the man.

A calloused hand sneaked its way to a loose strand of hair on his face, tucking it over behind his ear in unsolicited gentleness. The same fingers – again, ever so gently – gripped his chin, leaning his head down to face the man. Tony traced a thumb over the cut on his lip, and Stephen tried not to bodily shiver.

The smirk he earned, coupled with the intent stare of the man's steely blue eyes on his own, told him he had probably failed to do so.

Tony’s eyes were a sharp blue, and now that Stephen was looking directly at it, he noticed there seemed to be something in it he couldn’t quite put his finger on. There was something buried in them, something sinister and twisted and wrong in a way that made him feel unsettled.

"You cut your lip…" Tony mumbled, "Does it hurt, sweetheart?"

"Stop calling me that," he spat out.

"I can call my sweetheart whatever I want," was his response, followed with a nonchalant shrug. "Now, answer my question. Does it hurt?"

"Not if you stop touching it like that."

Tony hummed.

"He hurt you…" Tony said, a sudden sternness in his voice, a sudden shift in his expression, a silent burning in his eyes. The grip on his chin tightened, and Stephen had to stifle a wince. Tony's face gentled at that, thumb moving to rub (not) soothingly over his jaw in apology.

"What did you do to Mordo?" Stephen asked. If and whenever Tony was involved, nothing really ended well. Mordo was his business, after all – Tony had nothing to do with it.

"Took care of him." was the only response he received. The hand gently made its way to card over his hair, pulling out his tie and settling over his nape. Tony pulled him forward, breath inching closer to each other. "And now, I just need to take care of you."

Stephen's breath stuttered as he exhaled.

"Stop touching me."

"But you aren't pushing me away."

"I still don't want you to."

Tony smirked.

"You can continue to deny yourself, sweetheart, but I know you want it."

And that was the last straw for him. Stephen lifted his hand, tried to call upon his magic, but barely managed to create sparks before he realised the ever present tingle of magic in his fingers had faded. There was… something blocking his access to channel energy and conjure magic. What previously felt like a steady stream was now blocked by some sort of unbreakable dam.

He inspected his hand, finding what seemed to be… a bracelet, of some sort. A quick check over his other hand confirmed that a matching one wrapped around his other wrist, effectively blocking him from channelling any of his magic.

This wasn't any worse than Mordo's spell, he thought, and a sour expression took its place upon his face.

"Like it?" Tony asked, hands finally pulled away. "Made them just for you."

Stephen grunted in frustration, and attempted to swing a punch towards the man, only to find it unable to move.

A chain formed from his wrist from what seemed to be nanites that crawled its way to attach to the headboard, the other following suit. Stephen tried pulling himself forward, only to be pulled back harshly as the chain suddenly shortened itself. He struggled against the constraints, for only God knows how many times in how many occasions he had that day, and tried not to growl in frustration as Tony just chuckled at him.

The hand snaked back towards his chest, rubbing back and forth in a way that made acid burn in the back of his throat.

"Look at you," he said, "I like it when you struggle. It’s cute. I like having you like this, baby,” Tony smoothed out Stephen’s hair again, fingers tracing the lines of his face and down his cheekbone, thumb tracing his lips as those blue eyes flickered down on it. “Now be a good boy and stay still."

Before Stephen could protest, his words were quickly cut short as a sudden, heavy feeling clouded his head.

"Shh, it's alright. That's it, darling. That's it," he heard Tony murmur, voice slowly morphing away.

"Wh… 've you d…" his tongue felt heavy, his voice felt far away. His vision was blurring out at the edges, eyes drooping, and Tony's voice sounded muffled when he spoke.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it's okay. Just go back to sleep for now. Go back to sleep.”

Stephen: Fuck off. Don't touch me.

SIM:

SIM: Denial is a river in South Africa. You love me

Stephen: I literally told you to fuck off???

Once again super sorry took a while to get back to you, prompter. My writer self is not The Best at the moment and needs some time to get back to my past writing rhythm. There's no guarantee I'll be as active as last time?

But I really do hope you enjoyed this. <3 Despite the whole… 'lowering Defender's capabilities and overpowering SIM for plot purposes' thing. I really couldn't think of another way to write it without it seeming like that. :P

#ironstrange #fanfiction #stephen strange #tony stark #defender strange #SIM!tony #superior iron man #tw #non-con #non con touching #no rape #my fic #my writing

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