Ighostmyself - Sem Título

Stephen was standing in a corner nursing a drink when he was approached by a young man who had a look of determination on his face. Great. Either its someone who idolize him, wants him to be a mentor or a gold digger. They were at the mingling period for the conference he was attending about the latest and greatest break through in the medical field.

" Dr. Strange... it's an honor to meet you sir"

" I'm sure. Look, I'm trying to have a nice quiet evening. Get what you came over here to say. I'm single but I'm not looking for a partner currently no matter how cute you are. I'm not looking to mentor anyone. If you have what it takes then I'll see you back here next year kudos to you. If your just gonna fan boy and tell me how great I am, you have two minutes. If your going to tell me how I inspired you with my talent you can-"

" You did inspire me. But not for the reasons your thinking of. 10 years ago my uncle died on your operating table. "

Stephen steps back and stares into the brown eyes of the young man infront of him. He has a hardly had any deaths in his records. He swallowed a sip of his drink, clearing his throat.

" I am sorry for your loss... I assure you I would have done everything in my power to save him."

The guy sighs and nods his head glancing down and then back up at him.

" I hated you. For years. You were the best of the best, that's that the nurses said. And yet my Uncle still died under your knife. ... I swore I would never let anything like that happen again to anyone else. That you must have made a mistake.... that you weren't good enough to save my uncle."

Shifting his feet a little he glances over his should looking around the room. " But no one could have saved him from that wound.... I went to school, graduated early with honors and I know... I know you did everything you could, it just that the tools we had available at the time weren't good enough. -

It's why I'm here, I've created a several new tools that help out the field and I wanted to thank you."

He smiles and reaches his hand out for a hand shake

" My hatred for you pushed me to help others more. The designs and tools I've help patent... they are going to save lives. And I have you to thank for that Dr. Strange. It's an honor to be in the field with you"

Stephen stared at the young man longer before reaching out and shaking his hand.

" What's your name?"

The young man blushes as he shakes Stephen's hand

" Oh! Um Peter, unm Dr. Peter Parker Sir... forgot to introduce myself"

" Well Dr. Parker, let's get a table and you can tell me all about these new patents"

Okay but have you heard the song Vices and Virtues by Reinaeiry? Because I have thoughts. Like can you imagine Peter and SIM! Tony? SIM seeing this perfect boy and trying to court him and be sweet to this one person and Peter trying so hard not to let it show that he’s falling in love with his enemy but eventually just giving in and letting himself fall knowing he’ll be caught and spoiled?

Peter's mask comes off in the middle of a fight and Tony flips a 180 from wanting to pulverise this little pest into wanting nothing more than to have him in his arms, in his bed, by his side.

Force doesn't work. Peter reacts like a feral cat, all hissing and spitting and claws. It's admirable, it's arousing... But it's not what Tony wants.

He doesn't want to make Peter want him. No. This will taste all the more sweet if the boy came to him of his own accord.

He brings him flowers. Has expensive, fancy meals delivered to the school at lunch time. Sends him gifts near daily, beautifully wrapped and always eith a hand written note.

And Peter isn't impressed by any of these things, even if he wears the outfits, eats the food and always says thank you next time they see each other.

No. Peter only softens when Tony tells him about hearing JARVIS speak for the first time. When Tony once lets slip that, when he was just a boy, he used to dream of being an astronaut.

Peter only starts looking at him differently the day he saves a stray dog in the street, clutching the filthy thing to his $8,000 suit, chiding it gently for not watching the road.

Peter stops calling him Your Highness, all teeth and claws, and starts calling him Mr. Stark, soft and sweet. Starts to blush when Tony tells him reverently how beautiful he is, how strong.

It's the greatest victory of all The Superior's rule, watching Peter slowly accept the fall, watching him let go of the fight. When Peter kisses him it tastes like success, like power.

The Superior was formidable, alone. But with Peter to cherish, he is unstoppable.

The silly goobers

guys.

Tony’s a guest judge on the latest season on Masterchef meant for those in the 18-21 year old category. He’s not sure why the fuck he’s there when he can’t differentiate shit in the kitchen, but he’s definitely there to bump up the ratings.

He’s supposed to be giving insightful comments, maybe give a pep talk or two, comfort a candidate during a meltdown, but goes absolutely speechless when the first person to present his dish is 18 year old Peter Parker from Queens.

“Tony.” Rhodey hisses from the side. “Tony.”

“Absolutely brilliant. Five stars. You know what? Make it ten. It’s fantastic. Cooked just right.”

Beside Tony, Rhodey’s trying not to cuss up a storm, “You haven’t even tasted it, man!”

Tony accepts the fork that’s handed to him, his gaze still fixed on pink-cheeked smiley Peter. Stabs his fork through a piece of chorizo and pops it into his mouth.

“…comments, Tony?” The host prompts him, somewhat nervously.

“Nothing. He’s perfect.”

“I meant…the food. Your comments on the food.”

Peter’s trying to maintain his composure, but it’s obvious he finds the whole situation hilarious.

“Look, I’m not even qualified to judge a cooking competition, but what do you feel about being my personal chef?”

The person behind the camera is yelling “Cut!” and Pepper is in him in a heartbeat, her stiletto heels clacking ominously against the floor.

“Tony-“

“Seriously.” Tony sets the fork down. “You should see my kitchen. It’s state of the art. Pepper.” He turns to his personal assistant. “Tell him how fantastic my kitchen is.”

“Um.” Peter glances uncertainly towards the side where the producers are in the midst of a heated discussion whether that little segment should be left in for airing. “…that’s nice?”

Pepper smiles apologetically at Peter, “I’m sorry. Really.”

“It’s fine. Not everyone can say that they’ve been on Masterchef and got flirted with by the Tony Stark. But seriously, how’s the food? I did spend an hour trying to perfect this.”

“Honestly, kid. I’m gonna maybe need a personal demonstration of how you cooked this dish. You know-“ Tony gestures uselessly with his hands. “-for evaluation purposes.”

“Uh huh. Of course.”

Obviously, it’s a competition and Tony can’t be having favorites, but it’s obvious who he’s rooting for. The episode airs with that little clip of Tony flirting kept in, and the ratings go insane. A couple of episodes later, Peter announces that he’s withdrawing from the competition because of a much better offer and Tony officially interrupts the live episode with a,

“Yes, as my boyfriend.”

he needs enrichment

No no. You dont understand. Superbat isnt a ship

It's a Genre.

I just needed some StrangeSpider in my stressful life.

The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.

Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.

“Ah, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-” Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.

“Something about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you don’t have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such.” Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.

Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.

“I thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker.” His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boys’ quick inhale of breath.

“Peter. Call me Peter.” He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, “But ah, you’re welcome, D-Doctor.”

And that really shouldn’t sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.

“Well, Peter.” The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.

“Again, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device.” Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.

“I do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum.” Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peter’s hand, eyes never leaving the others.

Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.

“Y-yes..” Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didn’t leave and he really really didn’t want to embarass himself infront of this man.

“I-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-” Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. “Or next week!” Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. “ I wouldn’t want to bother you and y-your sanctum- I’m sure you’re incredibly busy with stuff-”

“Peter.” Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boy’s cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peter’s attention up due to their difference in height.

“I would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here.” And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.

“Yes, please.”

God help him.