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Tony was chilling on one of the couches in the Avengers Compound common room, poking at some blueprints on a tablet, when one of Strange’s portals bloomed open and the man himself stormed through. He stood there, red in the face, fists clenched, eyes bright with anger, until the portal closed, at which point he shouted, “Goddamned son of a bitch!”
Strange sucked in a deep breath and scrubbed his hands through his hair. “Stupid fucking Luzins and their fucking rituals, if we’ve told them once we’ve told them a thousand times, not during a lunar eclipse!”
“Anyone die?” Tony asked.
Strange spun to face Tony and cursed again. Then he took a long, slow breath. And another. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. No, no deaths, just a giant pain in the ass. Why?”
“Because if someone had died it would probably be tasteless to tell you that you’re fucking hot when you’re mad,” Tony said, grinning.
Strange stared for a moment and then broke down into very nearly hysterical laughter. As the laughter tapered off he patted his shoulder, sending the Cloak winging off into the depths of the Compound on its own, and flopped down beside Tony. “You’re insane,” he said. Then he turned and grinned back at Tony. “But you’re fucking hot when you’re insane.”