AHHH THANK YOU FOR THE SUPERIOR IRONSTRANGE FIC!!! He really does seem like fun to write, I love the evil characters that just do whatever tf they want with no specific agendas. If you ever wanted to write a follow-up where SIM tracks Stephen down I wouldn't be opposed 😜 I already ask so much of you tho so no sweat, thanks for making my morning ! ❤️
Summary: Superior Iron Man visits 616 Stephen Strange
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Chapter’s Notes: I‘m happy you like the first part, anon. It was actually thinking of writing another, so your request played right into it. And jokes on you, I have also a third part planned, in which Superior Iron Man visits Sinister Strange. This is getting out of hand, SIM is so fun to write, send help.
Being superior was... honestly, kinda boring.
Tony flew over the city, his silvery white suit a symbol of regime and fear. The Illuminati had fallen, the Scarlet Witch from the other universe had shredded them like a cat shreds wrapping paper. The incident had shaken things up a bit, made them more interesting. It had been just the thing to wake Tony up. Admittedly, he'd retreated to his workspace, into his world of 1s and 0s, since the fight against Thanos. Since Stephen's execution.
It wasn't sadness, not even anger, that made him do that - he was above those emotions. He didn't know when the last time was since he had felt anything at all.
There was only excitement or boredom. Or indifference.
Stephen had been excited. He and Tony were something else. Two brilliant minds. Superior and supreme. The world almost didn't deserve them. Almost.
Tony had always been aware that Stephen had held him back. He had kept Tony at bay. They had been both ambitious, but the sorcerer had somewhat of a moral compass left. That's why he installed the Illuminati. And Tony had led him.
But now, with the Sorcerer Supreme gone, no one was stopping him. No one was able to.
After the Illuminati had fallen, he had taken over the world. It was ridiculously easy. Boring.
Tony had made some improvements, shaped it to his liking. He was a god. Not one like Thor or Loki, who were basically just glorified rulers. Spoiled princes. Tony was an actual god; he controlled the entire planet, was networked with every single device in this world. He saw everything, heard everything. He judged everything.
But it did not satisfy him. He loved his new order, the technology he had created. But something was missing.
He wanted to share his achievements. He wanted someone who understood.
His mind wandered to the Stephen Strange who had stumbled into his universe almost exactly a year ago. By accident. It was pathetic how weak that Stephen had been. His moral compass was very strong, he had a conscience. Tony snorted in amusement.
Still, apparently he had survived the Scarlet Witch. That was nothing to sneeze at.
Tony had monitored his journey and knew that Stephen returned to his own universe. A universe with no Tony Stark.
Tony grinned. It was basically a logical consequence, the result of a simple equation.
He had been busy for the last year, but now he had time. And he was bored. A bored Tony Stark was alway dangerous, in every universe.
He decided it was time to grace the universe of the living Stephen Strange with his presence.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a splash of color that didn't belong there. Something red in the otherwise chrome-colored city. Someone had dared to put a red parasol on his balcony.
A quick order to his A.I. was all it took to carry out his law. An Ultronbot would remove the parasol - and the person who had put it up.
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There were a lot of records about 616 and so it was not difficult to locate that universe. The actual journey turned out to be a bit more difficult. The multiverse didn't like it when someone left their own prescribed world. But Tony loved to cross boundaries. He was the one who set them. There was no higher power than him that could dictate him.
His technology was superior, and he entered this other New York. It was untidy, chaotic, alive. Tony watched it with a raised eyebrow as he flew over the city.
There was a lot of work to do. He could hardly wait to get started.
Although it would not have been difficult for him to locate Stephen - Tony knew where the Sanctum Sanctorum was - it was the sorcerer who found him first. Well, Tony hadn't been subtle on his sightseeing flight. People had recognized him, pointed up to him, taken pictures of him. He was probably trending on Twitter right now.
Good to see that people in every world looked up to him. Even long after his death.
He was somewhere near Central Park when Stephen flew into his path. He was wearing his cloak of levitation, which was red in this universe. Tony wasn't sure he liked the color on him. Blue had always suited him better.
"How did you get here?" Stephen asked. He didn't seem happy to see him.
Tony flashed a smile that was cold and arrogant.
"What, like it's hard to jump universes?" He made a sweeping motion to the surroundings. "I have to admit your world is far more behind on tech than I imagined. I'd say it's time for an upgrade."
"We're good. So, thanks for stopping by, but it’s time for you to leave."
Tony floated closer to Stephen, right in his personal space. Unlike last time, Stephen didn't back away. Back then he had been cuffed, now he had the cloak and magic at his side. This was his territory, he won't back down.
Tony liked it. He saw a glimpse of his own Stephen in this one and cupped his face.
"Why do you want me to leave, doc? We can stay together and I'll show you the true meaning of power."
Stephen closed his eyes, just for a moment, and for a split second he wished it could be true. That he could have Tony back by his side.
"But you're not him, are you?" he repeated Tony's words from the last time they met. He looked at him, into those ice blue eyes, almost like cold steel.
"I'm better."
Stephen tilted his head, away from the touch and put some distance between them.
"You're not even close to him. This is your last warning: go back to your own universe!"
Tony's gaze darkened, the repulsors lit up on his hands. It was a bummer. They could have had so much fun together.
And they fought. Stephen was powerful, he had been the Sorcerer Supreme for a reason. And that was even before Thanos. He had learned so much since then.
But this Tony... he was unhinged, in a calculatingly murderous kind of way.
Stephen needed the help of the New Avengers, of other super teams, and it was still a close call. There was a short period when technology turned against them. It was almost like Ultron all over again - not that Stephen had been involved in that specific event back then - but still.
Everyone helping was shocked to see the face of Tony Stark. It was like that ghost of future christmas showing them the worst of possible what if's… They have never been more glad that their Tony Stark had been nothing like this maniac. He had been human.
Tony laughed. Fighting Stephen was fun. He reminded him of his own Stephen, when the sorcerer unleashed the demons of Thar'galloth on him. Brilliant move.
But this Stephen held back, he was too collected. He didn’t do what had to be done. He was sentimental and hesitated to kill Tony. Pathetic.
Tony was annoyed when he had to fight a whole group of heroes. They were in his way - this was not about them. It was about Tony and Stephen.
Finally they managed to contain him. It was a very close call, they almost didn’t make it.
Stephen stepped up to the magical field they had locked this Tony into, while the others watched his back. He was bleeding in several places on his face and his left shoulder was dislocated.
Tony looked less battered, his hair was disheveled and he was missing several pieces of his armor that were not supposed to be removable in the first place.
"It's over," Stephen panted. "You lost."
"Then end it. Like you ended him."
It was a bluff, Tony couldn't die. He was part of his technology. There were millions of pieces of him in his universe. But Stephen didn't know that.
"I won't watch another Tony die," the sorcerer whispered. Then he put on a neutral expression. "You helped me in your universe. Count us even."
"You're cute to think that."
Tony probably had much more to say, but Stephen, with America's help, sent him back to his own world and closed the portal. He realized that he desperately needed to erect wards around his universe, to prevent Tony from coming back.
Tony, meanwhile, was offended and angry. However, there was something good about the trip: he realized that there were so many more Stephens he could visit and play with.
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