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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
2019-04-27 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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