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fandomloreblog · 3 months
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Yo Ironstrange fans, you wanna see canon interactions of the bickering Magician and Scientist: Marvel Midnight Suns.
Been playing the game for about a week now, and this game has single handedly sucked me into that ship. You have Tony “I’m terrified of the demonic Abbey” Stark having to share an underground Forge powered by a literal fire demon with Stephen “I’m too tired for this” Strange fucking around with with this sciencey gamma stuff called COIL, artifacts that got stolen from the New York Sanctum, and other goodies.
Not to mention there is a canon interaction on Superlink (A LITERAL CHAT FIC IN GAME) where Tony and Stephen consume an entire can of Espresso Chocolate and end up a mixture of delirious/drunk and end up becoming best buds, until Steve throws them both in the shower to sober up.
SPOILERS FOR THE END OF ACT 1: Another little gay thing is that Stephen’s would-be last words when faced with a near death experience, according to an actual voice line, was to tell Tony not to touch his stuff.
I. Am. In. Love. With. These. Idiots.
This game is what is single-handedly fueling my MCU Rewrite/AU I’m doing with my ocs and I am all for making Ironstrange canon for it.
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kstarlitchaotics · 2 years
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I'm dying if you don't include 'Edward' part this would be a riot 🤣
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A mission gone wrong [IronStrange]
Request by @puppi-sonnenschein : >I am also a lover of whumpy situations. If you are comfortable with writing stuff like this I would love to read about Stephen being all bad ass Sorcerer Supreme and maybe overdoing it a little? Maybe he is hiding an injury and only Tony is noticing something is amiss because all the other Avengers just think of Stephen as arrogant?<
Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 1.1k | Part 2
Tags: Pre-IronStrange, bamf Stephen, Hurt Stephen, Tony is there to catch him
Author’s note: I’m slowly working my way through the requests. This one was fun to write, even though it took me two or three tries before I was satisfied with the result.
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A mission gone wrong
It was a disaster.
What seemed to be a simple mission got completely out of control.
Tony dodged an energy beam, counterattacked it with a blast of his own. His suit was missing nanobots that were destroyed in the fight; parts of his shoulder and arm were exposed. He was too focused on the fight, but Friday had mentioned some scratches and a laceration on his head.
The rest of the team looked similarly battered.
These guys were enhanced, wielding some kind of force powers and wearing tech gear that came straight out of a cyberpunk movie. Friday had started analyzing their every move as soon as Tony arrived on the battlefield, but she had not yet figured out the origin of their powers. All they knew was that these guys were strong and very aggressive.
Someone jumped on his back and Tony cursed. The extra weight wasn't a problem – his suit could hold it – but his opponent tried to peel him like a canned sardine. Not cool. Especially since they were also partially successful with their metal claws. Albeit slowly. A code red appeared on Tony’s screen. “Yes, I noticed, Friday. Thanks.”
He tried to shake off his opponent, but his back repulsors were out of order.
“I could need some help,” Natasha asked via comm.
“I’m quite busy over here.”
“Give me a minute.”
Tony crashed backwards into a house wall, throwing off his unwanted passenger – and giving himself a few bruises in the process.
Friday brought Natasha’s position up on the screen. Peter was already swinging her way.
Still, there was no time to catch his breath, because the next moment he was under fire from two opponents at once. He threw his shields into the air.
That was it.
“Fri, call backup!”
“All available Avengers are on deck.”
“Then call someone else.”
Tony used his shield to get in front of his opponents and blasted him off his feet. A brief hand to hand combat ensued before he knocked them out for good.
The engineer spun around just in time and raised his arms protectively in front of him as a car was thrown at him.
Rude.
He was thrown on his back from the weight alone – with the car on his chest. The thrower jumped on top of the car and pushed against him. These people were insane.
Friday’s sensor picked up something and Tony heard a familiar brizzle. "You called the wizard?" he asked his A.I. flabbergasted.
“Wakanda was too far away for them to arrive in time.”
Great. Tony had planned to impress Strange the next time they met, but he could probably forget that now. Instead he had to be saved like a damsel in distress. Although Tony would make a great princess…
Focus!
There was still a car on top of him.
Red glowing ropes appeared like biting snakes, grabbed the enemy and pulled him off his feet with a loud yelp. Tony managed to push the car off him and scrambled to his feet. Strange was hovering nearby and had the audacity to throw a wink at him, before he jerked the red robes backwards, causing the enemy to fly high through the air. The guy disappeared falling somewhere on the next block
Stephen landed next to Tony. “You called?”
He looked way too smug, which was why Tony responded, “Friday did. Not me.”
Stephen smirked knowingly and Tony wanted to kiss that stupid smile off his face.
“We have everything under control,” Tony lied. Something exploded down the street and the engineer really hoped that the cause had been one of Clint's trick arrows.
“If this is what you being in control looks like, I don’t want to know what you losing control would be like.” The cloak of levitation took Stephen high in the air, before Tony could think of something clever in return.
This was really not his day. He needed a drink. Or a nap. Maybe both.
Tony was not a fan of magic, but he had to admit that it was efficient. Or Stephen was just very powerful. The sorcerer moved his hands in complicated patterns, throwing glowing mandalas at any visible opponent.
Tony used this to check on his teammates and went over to Cap to help him clean up from the ground. Nat appeared at their sides with a split lip and a grim face but still on her feet and fighting. It seemed the tide had turned with Strange's arrival.
Tony shot blasts after blasts, relying on Friday for aiming. He gritted his teeth, willing to fight exhaustion with sure stubbornness alone. He was tired and it slowed him down more and more. They all were. And it was the reason they didn’t notice the attack that was aimed at them from an ambush.
It hit Steve, who stumbled backwards with a grunt. The blast wasn’t deadly but it took even the super soldier out of order for a moment.
Tony raised his shields before, expecting the second attack that followed. But before it hit the trio, Strange jumped in, a spell in his hands. The blast hit the sorcerer instead, who was thrown backwards. He managed to stay on his feet and moved his fingers. The magic shifted and consumed the energy of the attack, transforming it into a blinding sphere of light, which he threw back at the attacker.
The sphere exploded on impact and for a moment bathed everything in a biting light. Tony was glad to hit a helmet, because the readings Friday gave him were off the scale.
Silence fell over the battlefield. There were no more attacks, no more enemies moving. It was over.
Peter landed next to Tony, "Wow, that was insane."
Cap also was back to his feet. He was holding the side where he had been hit, but otherwise he seemed fine.
The Avengers gathered on the sidewalk afterwards. None of them were unharmed, but those were all minor injuries. Strange approached them slowly. He had a bloody scratch on his face, which the Cloak of Levitation wiped off with a corner of its fabric.
Tony had retreated his face plate in order to talk to Peter and to make sure the boy was okay. So it was Rogers who turned to the sorcerer first.
"Thanks for your help, Doctor. You arrived just in time." He held his hand out to him, but Strange barely glanced at it.
“You don’t need me for the clean up, do you?” he asked instead.
Rogers withdrew his hand, irritated. Of course, the aftermath of the battle would be handled quicker and more efficiently with the sorcerer's powers, but they wouldn’t force him to stay. It was rare that Strange was so short worded, he was usually much more of a sarcastic asshole. That was why he and Tony clashed so often. But that was also why they were a great team.  Maybe the sorcerer was annoyed that he had to come to their rescue for a non-magical threat.
“No, we’re good.”
Strange merely nodded, turned and stepped away.
After only a few steps he coughed, red splattering on his hands. As soon as he saw it, he hid his hand under his cloak. As well as the fact that he winced with every move he made. He wanted to leave but Tony had noticed the falter in his movements.
“Hey, Doc. That was pretty badass of you.” The engineer stepped to his side, still tired but with the certainty that they had eliminated the danger and saved the day.
“Sure.” The sorcerer dismissed him, not in the mood for their usual banter, that was definitely not flirting. He just wanted to go home.
That made Tony pause and he eyed him more closely. “You okay, Strange?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine,” Tony insisted.
“It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit!”
Normally, Stephen found Tony's directness endearing, but right now it was nothing but annoying. He closed his eyes briefly, fighting a short wave of nausea. Maybe he overdid it a bit. “I have to go,” he mumbles.
His fingers reach for the sling ring in his belt, shaking. He was so used to it, he didn't even notice that his whole body had started to shake, too. But Tony did. He also didn't notice that Tony put his hand on his shoulder and looked at him worriedly.
The world around Stephen started to spin. In order to stay on his feet, he put a hand on the next best thing: Tony. He reminded himself to breathe – inhale and exhale. His fingers dug into the sleek metal of the Iron Man suit and another pain ran through his hands. It was familiar, but made him gasp anyway and he instinctively let go, taking a step to the side.
It was the wrong decision, his knees buckled. But instead of a hard ground, strong arms caught him.
“Shit, Doc. They really did a number on you.” Tony lifted him up, while the cloak wrapped around the sorcerer’s body.
Stephen mumbled something, barely aware of his surroundings anymore.
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embrose · 1 year
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It's so sad, that I found a great lil' IronStrange fic series. They're fun and bite-sized and well-written. But then in the fifth one the writer starts bashing team Cap and I feel so, SO sad, because I'm team Cap and I don't really wanna see him get bashed like that...
Well, I wouldn't like to see team iron man get bashed either. No bashing of anyone. Please.
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illyanarasputinfan · 6 months
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Vincenzo Riccardi
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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year
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Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men
This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭
(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)
Anaconda
Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3
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• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK
No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it
Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised
Badly.
He kissed it better
He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass
He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek
Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room
No shame
• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS
This boy is tall.
Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.
He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders
Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit
From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass
There will be bruises.
When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes
genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough
• THOR ODINSON
He worships your ass
Has never seen anything like it
He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard
He likes eating ur ass
"A gift from Venus no doubt"
Definitely carries u
"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."
Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty
• LOKI LAUFEYSON
Won't deny how smitten he is about it
Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught
Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?
Definitely ruins him
He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow
You in a suit?
He fainted, literally.
Thor laughed at him for days.
• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES
Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-
sNAP THEM SHIT
Very touchy behind closed doors
Doesn't like showing PDA
Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it
If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it
No hesitation
If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it
• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE
This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon
Skilled with his hands
Literally up to no good,
Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u
Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u
Knows you love it
"It was the cloak"
The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.
It was not happy
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gfmaximoff · 8 months
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Tony: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Peter: The cow???
Tony: What?!
Stephen: Peter, WHY?
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lukas-dusk · 5 months
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Tony : I never tell people off the bat that I'm Bi. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm Bi right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.
Stephen :
Stephen : I like you.
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amaranthmori · 3 months
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slasher-art · 3 months
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It's time to take stock of this year. UwU
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wwprice1 · 7 months
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Gang’s all here! Incredible art by Kaare Andrews from Marvel Age 1000!
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phantomstatistician · 7 months
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Fandom: Spider-Man
Sample Size: 62,342 crossover stories (all fandoms); 2,583 crossover stories (excluding Marvel)
Source: AO3
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kstarlitchaotics · 2 years
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People giving more personality to Cloak in fics especially being a little shit to Tony is golden
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Oh no, he's hot - Part 2 [IronStrange]
Summary: The second time Tony met Stephen, the sorcerer was intrigued
Ko-fi | Masterlist | Read it on AO3 | Word count: 1.2k | Part 1
Chapter's Note: Here’s the second part nobody asked for.
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Oh no, he’s hot
Tony eyed the building in front of him critically. It didn't quite fit into the aesthetic of New York. So much so that one might think it would stand out because of it. Yet, Tony was sure he had never noticed it before. The other pedestrians walked past it without even giving it a glance. Like they didn't see it at all.
Tony climbed up the steps and knocked. (There was no doorbell. Who didn’t have a doorbell?) Nothing happened for a moment, then the door opened, but there was no one to be seen.
Tony waited exactly twelve long seconds – he for once wanted to be polite – before he went to unravel this mystery on his own.
The interior design was an interesting choice. Not Tony's style, but fitting to magic ninja monks, he guessed. He walked up the wide staircase, clearly the centerpiece of this ridiculous big entrance hall, and was about to turn left when a voice stopped him.
“Mr. Stark.”
Tony turned around, his signature PR smile plastered on his face. He recognized the man from the other day. The one he had been talking to before. If just briefly. “Wong, right?” The man gave no reaction. Tough crowd. “I have questions regarding…” he made a vague gesture to the room, "everything."
Including that hot guy – Doctor Stephen Strange as the facial recognition software he had run the footage from the fight through had revealed – but that, of course, was incidental.
"We were expecting that. Follow me."
He led Tony down a hallway to a room and motioned him to enter.
So Tony did.
The furniture was minimalist and very zen. In the center sat Strange cross-legged and hovering four feet in the air. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be meditating.
Curious, Tony stepped closer to take a look at him up close. He was wearing casual clothes today, his red cape nowhere in sight. He was paler than Tony remembered, with dark shadows under his eyes. After all, just another human being, despite the impressive performance the other day. His bandaged hands lay relaxed in his lap, in what Tony recognized as a yoga pose.
When he thought he had waited long enough, Tony cleared his throat. And when that had no effect, he tapped the man’s shoulder.
Stephen jolted awake, as if Tony had turned him on by pressing a button. He startled and lost his balance as his levitation spell vanished and he fell on his butt.
"Ouch!"
"Oh, sorry." Tony raised his hands defensively. “I didn’t mean to jump start you.”
Strange scowled at him, if only for a moment. Then he had put on a neutral expression that Tony knew was just a mask. That was fine, he had just marched in here unannounced. Apropos. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down? On a scale from one to ten at least an eight.” Normally Tony loved a good challenge.
Strange raised an eyebrow and he seemed almost offended. “Just eight?”
The wards and cloaking spells around the Sanctum were centuries old. Only people in need or those who were desperate were able to find the doors. They had to be at the right place at the right time. And Stark did not give the impression that he was this kind of person.
Tony grinned. “Yeah. The Pentagon was a six point five, but I was in college back then and the technology wasn’t as advanced. So eight is pretty good. Not impossible though.”
Obviously, Stephen had to ask. “What’s a ten?”
Tony’s lips moved into a smug smirk. “My tower, of course.”
Stephen scoffed, amused. Of course. “What do you want, Stark?”
It may have sounded a little rude, but not much ruder than being forced back into his body by surprise. So, naturally, Tony let it slide, because he remembered why he came here in the first place. Not to get this guy’s number but the other reason. His questions.
“What is this?” he asked, looking around. “Your secret school of wizardry? How many wizards are there? Where did the gnomes come from? And that other thing? Had you been a wizard when you were a neurosurgeon?”
Strange tilted his head in a mix of being amused and annoyed. But Stark had managed to find the Sanctum, so he had to give him some credit.
“Do you want tea?” he asked, since this whole encounter seemed to take some time and he hadn't had breakfast yet.
“I’m more of a coffee kind of guy.”
A cup appeared out of nowhere and he was able to grab it just before the hot liquid spilled over.
Stephen's cup remained hovering next to him and followed him as he turned toward the door. Using the conjured lightning in the fight had done nothing good for his hands. He could barely move his fingers, which was why he opened the door even with a pinch of magic.
He motioned Tony to follow him. The meditation room was not the place to deal with Stark's pending questions.
"This isn't Harry Potter. We aren't wizards," he informed him curtly. Stark opened his mouth to object. Although he was a man of science, he knew what he had seen. But Stephen was quicker. “We are clearly sorcerers.”
There was the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.
He answered some of Tony's questions. With each answer came more questions, but they were surprisingly genuine. Stark was an attentive listener and Stephen found himself telling more than first intended. No secrets of the order, Vishanti no, but Stark's visit lasted longer than he had expected.
They ended up on the roof of the Sanctum.
One, Stephen didn’t trust Stark anywhere near the relics yet. Two, it was a warm day and the roof had a nice view. And the sun did good to his hands.
He found himself invested in the conversation with Stark, especially when they started discussing pros and cons of advanced technology versus magical healing.
Until they got interrupted by a voice coming from Stark’s pocket.
“Boss.”
Stephen paused, confused for a moment while Tony pulled his Starkphone out of his pocket.
“What’s the stitch, Fri?”
“There has been an emergency situation rising in the north. Captain Rogers is assembling the Avengers.”
The voice was clearly artificial, but not generic robotic, Stephen noticed.
“Tell them, I’m on my way,” Stark told his AI. Looking back to Strange he added, “Sorry, doc, seems like we have to cut our date short.”
The sorcerer raised an eyebrow at this comment, but let it slide. “Do you need backup?” he asked instead.
“No, we got this. But you’re welcome to tag along and watch, if you want.” He winked at him as he walked to the edge of the roof and jumped onto the coping. He was surprisingly agile.
Tony tapped on his chest and the nanobots bled over his body, also integrating the phone he was still holding in his hand.
“Don’t be a stranger.”
Those were Tony's last words before the nanobots closed off his face. He dropped backwards and two seconds later he flew through the sky of New York.
Stephen's eyes followed him until he disappeared between the skyscrapers. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued and maybe a little bit turned on. Stark knew how to make an exit.
And Stephen had a feeling that this wasn't the last time he’d seen Tony.
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chernobog13 · 3 months
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The Silver Age main stars of Marvel Comics by Steve Rude.
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"Bro lunches" = a date
I Am Iron Man (2023) #4
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