The age your soulmate is when you meet is on your arm. One evening Tony feels his arm burn and watches the number on his wrist change from 37 to 2649.
By anti-teenidol
*whispers* I got you guys. If you want me to add on I can. It was just supposed to be a night in. Music playing, and working in the shop. A regular Wednesday night when there aren’t any meetings to attend, parties to go to, people to see. Tony had decided to spend his making an improvement on FRIDAY’S speech system, and was finishing some wiring when a burning sensation seared across his arm. “Ow fuck!” He dropped the tool he was working with and grabbed his arm. When the burning went away, he looked down and saw the number changed. 2649. “Wh-what the hell? The number was 37. My soulmate was supposed to be 37 years old! I’m not going to meet him until I’m 6 feet under.” A sound of fabric folding came across the room in amidst of Tony’s panic attack. A man stood behind him, listening to his ranting of the person being 2649 years old instead of 37, how he’d be dead before he met them. “But he’s right behind you.” Tony turns around to face the man. Standing at about 6'0, and 172 pounds, he was hot to put it lightly. Brown hair that was greying on the sides, beautiful grey eyes, and his outfit, Tony didn’t know what it was about it, but it just amplified his hotness. “Your my soulmate? Damn you dont look a day older than 25, let alone over 2000 years old.” The man chuckled. “Over 2,000 years old? It must’ve been the cloak messing with your arm. Not so hard to do, but it does the job.” “I have two questions. One, Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here? Two, How can your cloak do that? It’s fascinating.” Tony reached out to touch the cloak, and in return the cloak slapped him. “The cloak has a mind of it’s own, and as for your first question, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I hold the possibly unfortunate news that I am your soulmate. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” Tony rubbed his hand, the cloak has a hard hit, and held out the other to shake Stephens, which Stephen returned the gesture reluctantly. “I’m assuming your not here to help work on my AI, so is there a reason why your here?” “Yes in fact there is. I had been meaning to reach out to you, but I was never successful since you were always busy. So when I found out that you of all people, just so happened to me my soulmate, I needed to see you without scheduling an appointment.” Tony sighed. “So instead of trying to see me during the day, you broke into my lab?” He looked around and saw nothing broken or anything. “How did you get in?” “Portal. How else?” “Breaking the fucking door open? I don’t know, however wizards open doors.” Strange closed the difference between himself and Tony. “I’m not a wizard, and you can learn more about me later. Lets say, 5pm Saturday and a diner on 9th? See you then.” He kissed his cheek then smiled and walked away opening a new portal and leaving Tony speechless to the visitor he’d just had. “Another love gone wrong Master Stark?” Asked FRIDAY. Tony jumped out of his daze and looked at FRIDAY. “At least your here.” He muttered. “Set me a reminder for the diner on 9th at 5pm Saturday with Stephen please.” “It has been set for you Master Stark, and thank you for the work you did, it was most appreciated.” “Your very welcome FRIDAY. I’m going to bed so please could you make sure the doors are locked and the lights are off in all other regions of the house? Then you may power off for the night. Good night FRIDAY.” “Good night Master Stark. And good luck on Mister Strange. He is most definatley your soulmate, so treat him with respect.” FRIDAY then powered down for the rest of the night as Tony layed awake in bed thinking about the wizard that visited him that evening.
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