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“Tony, go home. You’re drunk.” Rhodey said in the same tone as a mother scolding her children. “Hello? Earth to idiot?” Tony was staring off into the distance. Rhodey let out a long, disappointed sigh.
“Anthony Edward Stark, stop staring at Stephen Strange’s ass.” He yelled right into Tony’s ear. “He’s not going to magically tell you are.” Rhodey continued. “He’s not a freaking wizard or something!”
“But Honey Bear, he’s so pretty.” Tony slurred out as Rhodey eye-rolled him so intensely he was worried they would fall out of their sockets.
“You’re a moron.” He said bluntly. “That guy,” Rhodey said, pointing to the med student, “has been waiting for you to man up and ask him out.” Tony’s attention snapped up to his friend.
“You really think so?” Tony asked, still slurring.
“YES. Now go before he comes to his senses and finds someone else.” Rhodey said, very close to losing his patience.
“Thanks Rhodes. I owe you one.” Tony said, getting up surprisingly easily for a man of his intoxication levels.
“You owe me so many at this point,” Rhodey mumbled under his breath. Tony didn’t hear, as he was too busy planning how to ask out the object of his affection.
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“He’s staring again,” Wong said, looking over Stephen’s shoulder.
“Wong, he’s not ‘staring’ at me.” Stephen exasperated, throwing up finger quotes to further prove his point.
“Sure Strange.” Wong sighed, “Because Stark definitely does not stare at your ass all day. And he definitely isn’t doing that right now, as we speak.”
“Exactly, glad to know you understand,” Stephen responded sarcastically.
“Gee, thanks. And he’s coming over here.” Wong said pointedly. “So, I’ll leave you to it.” He said cynically as he left.
Stephen rolled his eyes before he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. Quickly spinning around, he noted that it was just Tony.
“Hi?” He asked, unsure of why Tony came over in the first place. “Can I help you?
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“Fuck fuck fuck fuck. How is he so pretty?!” Tony’s brain was riddled with alcohol and his thoughts weren’t coming out properly.
Stephe let out a small, light giggle. “I didn’t know you saw me like that. It’s nice to know at least one person does.”
Tony had not meant to say that out loud at all. “Man up just like Rhodey said. It’s now or never.” Taking a deep breath, Tony willed words to come out.
“Hey Steph,” Tony began, taking note of how Stephen blushed at the nickname. “You’re really cute you know that?”
“Tony, are you drunk?” Stephen asked. “Is this some type of prank? If so, it’s not funny.”
“Nononono, it’s not a prank. I really do think you’re pretty. I just came over here to ask if you were free tomorrow. Maybe we could grab coffee?”
If Strange noticed the slight slur, he chose not to mention it. Instead, he flushed a bit before answering shyly, “Yeah, I’m free. Sounds fun.”
Tony beamed at Stephen’s acceptance. “I’ll pick you up at noon. See you then!” Tony said, taking a mental snapshot of Stephen before he left to go find Rhodey.
“Good job moron,” Rhodey said, “Now you can stop staring at him.” Tony barked out a laugh. “Rhodes, if you think for a second I’ll stop staring at his ass, you are sorely mistaken. If anything, I’m going to stare at it even more.”