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Tony sits on the edge of the exam bed, swinging his legs and watching Stephen as he reads through the results from the tests he’d run (or had FRIDAY run). Stephen is still in his sorcerer get up, and he could have been back at the Sanctum hours ago, but he never complains when any of the Avengers ask him to check them out instead of calling in infirmary staff. Tony suspects that Strange enjoys the opportunity to be a doctor again.
Setting the tablet of results aside, Stephen turns to Tony and gives him a searching look. “How’s your head?” he asks.
Tony smirks. How’s he supposed to resist a set up like that? “I haven’t had any complaints yet.”
“Is that an invitation?” Stephen shoots back, arching a teasing eyebrow.
Tony laughs in delight. How long has it been since he got anything other than a groan or a rebuke for that line? “More of a boast,” Tony says. He waggles his eyebrows. “An advertisement, maybe. I can’t just give away something that good, you have to earn it.”
“And how would I go about earning it?” Stephen asks lightly. He goes back to the tablet and taps something into it. “You’re fine, by the way.”
Tony hops off the bed. “I think the negotiations traditionally open with dinner and a show.”
“Tradition is important,” Stephen says. He heads out of the infirmary, but stops in the doorway and turns back to smirk at Tony. “I’ll pick you up Friday at eight.”
Left alone in the room, Tony blinks in surprise.
Had he just made a date?