

The middle of Time Square wasn’t the best place to speak. A lot of the Avengers were badly wounded, and the flashes from the people’s phones weren’t helping whoever hit their heads. “Hey, hey, look at me, Stark,” Stephen said. His eyes were becoming more and more out of focus. Stephen could see at least three different injuries on the other man’s body and his mind was already trying to find the best way to treat them. Tony’s arm wrapped around Stephen’s neck and a tired smile painted his lips. He smiled, looking at the genius and detecting immediately the moment he became immediately too pale and he crossed the battlefield in rapid steps, helping him to stand just for the time he realized, in the beat of an eye, that that was painful for him to do. It was clear that he was feeling guilty for what happened even if Stephen didn’t really know him. Because he didn’t want to tell him the truth. But when Tony asked him, he just told him that it had been a fun time in an orange wasteland.
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It took the Avengers almost two years to defeat Thanos and free the ones who had been Snapped and it had never been a happy time for neither of them. It wasn’t just the idea of the ones that were mourning for them, it was that the place had been used for centuries as a prison for strong beings whose souls still were trapped in there. Stephen came back to the world of the livings along with all the others who got dusted, but, probably, nobody would ever really came back from the Soul Dimension. The confirmation of that came minutes later. They could just hope that the Avengers could kill Thanos, even if Tony had lost hope in that. But he said nothing because the man just gave up the Time Stone to save him and they didn’t have time to speak about lies and soulmates.
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And Tony wanted to yell at him, to tell him that he knew it was a lie, told him he knew there was at least another way because he had spent the last forty-eight of his life staring at the words on his skin and knowing it was a lie. He didn’t even know why, and the moment he saw Stephen opening his mouth to answer him, he was sure which the answer was going to be. “Why would you do that?” He asked, and he was dreading the moment when an answer would have come. And Tony knew, immediately, that the Sorcerer who just showed them his shining stone was his soulmate. It was a weird sentence, and the first time someone told him something like that. It was better than the lie that crossed his chest.Įspecially when Stephen Strange said that Stark Raving Hazelnut was a bit chalky. That lie was better than every other truth he could think about. He preferred to repeat that he didn’t care about his soulmate, he preferred to said to himself that he didn’t care about having a person made for him in his life. And since the moment he started to wear the Iron Man suit, he couldn’t help but think that he would eventually hear that sentence.Īnd then, it happened, just when he was starting to lose every hope, even if he would have never admitted it aloud. He couldn’t even understand what that sentence meant, or why someone could say something like that to him. He couldn’t understand, and he didn’t like to feel like that. But the one that shook Tony the most was the mark on his chest. A bit chakly one said, and It had been only a couple of week in an orange alternative dimension ran down his right leg and Tony had no idea of what that meant. The ones on his body, though, weren’t as many as he imagined, but they weren’t few either.įew of them were the usual ones, but others were… weird, strange. A soulmate mark, every one of those was a lie that his soulmate was going to tell him and Tony was pretty sure that the other person’s body would have been filled with marks, knowing him. There were other ones, as cryptic, but, somehow, Tony had always felt a morbid curiosity for that single sentence.

It was huge, shaking, and crossed his chest, the last word over his heart. There was no other way, That was the first sentence that ever appeared on Tony’s body.
