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Tony Stark: Earth's Best Defender (allaboutego) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-04-19 13:27:00

Entry tags:

dr. strange (616), tony stark (mcu)

Who: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange
What: Meeting again for the first time?
When: Thursday, upon Stephen's arrival
Where: About town, the House of Dimensional Doorways.

It was kind of stupid how busy Tony felt in this little town of barely any people and no real notable projects to speak of. Every day he set to work making something with what he had (or making lists of what he didn’t) in order to build this place into something worth living in. The main goal probably shouldn’t have been that, not really. It should have been leaving - finding a way back to a reality that was his own and getting others back to theirs.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t figure it out. Dimensional portals weren’t really his strong point and even though he made time for research and compiling data (into the laptop he’d cobbled together from ship parts and other worlds) nothing was really coming up Tony for him.

So he built other stuff. A real proper power generator with better wiring and outlets for all the buildings in town, and a few lights for outside too. Plus hand powered washing machines and an assortment of other things, depending on what was asked for or needed.

He should have been pleased when Strange showed up. He’d been the man with the best plan against Thanos, at the time, after all. Following the path of that one reality that’d done it right had been important and Tony kind of figured that Starklandia wasn’t part of the plan. Getting it back on track could be good.

But upon learning that it wasn’t even the right Strange, Tony’s initial reaction was to just feel inconvenienced. He had systems to be building. Repairs to make, his own suit to be working on, but instead he was going to be the welcome wagon.

It was an idiot’s reaction, obviously. Because if there was anyone who could help them in not unexpected convergence of alternate realities, it’d be Stephen Strange from probably any reality, and Tony could use the help.

Still. It was probably a very good thing that Carol’s bar was opening up on Friday. Tony had a feeling he was going to need it.

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allaboutego
2019-04-25 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Stephen looked at the building the same way that Tony looked at machines -- like he was breaking it down to it's most minor parts and trying to rebuild it in his brain in a way that made sense instead of just looking at it as a complete whole. Mechanics, he thought, probably made a hell of a lot more sense than this place. This place was confusing and wrong and he couldn't even see past the most basic parts of it. Tony didn't feel particularly wronged when Strange spoke at him distractedly, like he was the least interesting thing in the vicinity currently.

"There's no pattern," Tony said after a beat and then gestured to the doorknob. "Go in. The front door just leads to the house. The doors inside go wherever the fuck they want. You can open and close the same door and get a different place every time. It's great for supply runs but frankly absolute bullshit on my nerves."

It wasn't something he liked to admit, actually. That he had a problem with stuff like this, with the unknown -- particularly when it came to doorways and wormholes. He'd dealt with enough of those in the past to know nothing good ever really came from them.

"And yeah. My sensibilities are offended on on levels." But less because of the black hole and more because ... of everything, actually. It was just how Tony lived now.

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supremed
2019-04-25 07:44 pm UTC (link)

He traced a circle with his finger and tapped the center of it. The door opened slowly with a creak. A second brief spell conjured a sphere of twisting sigils that emitted a pulsing orange light to brighten the room as the sorcerer stepped across the threshold. Stephen looked around against the strong urge to shield his eyes from the bright auras that lit up all around him. It was an irrational instinct, of course, since he wasn't seeing them with his two eyes.

"No pattern to the destinations, interesting. Are they all locations on Earth? Different times? Different versions of Earth? Or are they different planets and star systems entirely?" Stephen walked slowly through the perimeter to examine everything he could.

After several minutes of study, Stephen returned to the here and now. He closed his Third Eye and proceeded to blink rapidly as his vision rushed back to greet him. He massaged his temples and took a deep breath before returning his hands to his pockets.

"I'll spend a lot of time in here studying," he concluded, "there are several spells I would like to use to help me glean information, particularly under the light of the Eye of Agamotto. Which, of all my artifacts, I am particularly pleased came with me. Transdimensional energy and magic is my specialty. But all that aside..."

He'd wave his hand to digress, but it was still in his pocket.

"How are you holding up? Or if that's too personal for a...stranger," the word elicited a laugh from Stephen because it was difficult for him to believe, considering who was looking right at him, "then what else do you want to tell me about this place, the situation, or the people?"

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allaboutego
2019-04-26 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Tony simply followed Stephen in, a little nonplussed about the new light spell, but not really having a reason not to like it either. This had been the only room that he hadn't bothered wiring properly for electricity, after all. It hadn't seemed like a good idea at the time, and it still didn't. He knew better enough than to play around with things like these. At least not in these circumstances. Once he'd built tech up to par enough, that was a different story.

He opened up one of the doors, leading to another dimension and simply looked at what was one offer -- something dreary, wet and dark. Maybe a forest, but it was hard to make out with only a front light source. It was fine. He didn't intend on going through it.

The Eye of whatever the hell was what'd housed the Time Stone in his own reality, but it was clear that wasn't the case here, seeing as Stephen had already said he didn't have one on him. So he nodded along, staring out into the void as the other man spoke, only turning when he asked him an actually question. Tony smiled then, a little lopsided but not overly amused. "Mentally or physically? No. I'm fine." That probably wasn't true, but he'd have told nearly anyone the same. "I'm in one piece anyway. We've got somewhere around thirty people. Some keep to themselves more than others. A lot of them are recognizable faces, but not all of them. And sometimes there are... multiples."

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supremed
2019-04-27 10:10 pm UTC (link)

"At least this time you're not at war with them or trying to stop two alternate realities from crashing into each other and reducing everyone into oblivion," Strange replied flippantly to deflect the awkwardness he felt between them. "The opportunity to work together is almost...huh, novel, I think?"

He stepped around and made for the front door that led outside. When the light of day spilled across the opened door frame again, the sorcerer dispelled his conjuration with a simple gesture.

"I know it's difficult, especially being experts in our respective fields, feeling so helpless. But..." He sucked a breath in between his teeth and squinted up at the sun. "We put our heads together and figure it out. We come up with something. We always have."

Worried that it bordered on too personal and familiar for this unfamiliar Tony Stark, he quickly concluded with another laugh, "Too bad Banner isn't here or we'd have the three best minds on the Avengers."

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allaboutego
2019-04-27 10:32 pm UTC (link)

The flippant response made Tony almost positive that those were things that had actually happened to him in some alternate dimension. He wasn't going to say his own position currently was enviable, but he was also glad that he wasn't dealing with those things, that was true. "The other me is about thirty years younger and very interested in maintaining his cheese fridge," Tony pointed out, because he needed to lighten the mood a little, too. It just was necessary.

He closed the door that held only darkness, and followed Stephen out of the House again. Which was fine, he didn't overly like this place.

"I don't think you're wrong," Tony said, studying Stephen's profile as the other man looked up at the sun. He was different than Tony's version -- not that Tony hadn't liked his own Strange, but he'd been a little unknowable and frustrating. That could be different here. It was clear the man had knowledge to share and more than a little wit about him too. "Let's leave Banner out of this for now. Two geniuses oughta be enough."

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supremed
2019-04-29 12:09 am UTC (link)

Two geniuses. Right. One for technology and one for magic.

"In another dimension, I could still be New York's highest paid neurosurgeon, still have working hands, and still be a douchebag without a clue on how to cast the most basic spells. Or," he tipped a shoulder to Tony, "like in your reality, I could be dead. Makes you think the grass isn't always greener. Even if you get to be thirty years younger."

Stephen's steps were wide and lackadaisical as he moved out onto the cobbled street. The sun had started to sink out of the sky, casting long shadows between the buildings onto the stones. Out of idle curiosity, he tapped his foot to test the acoustics. Good echo.

"Suppose I ought to set up shop. Take a nap. Find something to eat. My bodega is going to go out of business without me visiting it every day." Had Tony ever set foot inside a bodega? The thought made Stephen snort. "Two down from you, you said? We've spent all these years with a good fifty five blocks between our headquarters. Now we're neighbors. That's funny."

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