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“Ha!” Tony jumped out of his chair, eyes bright with delight, as Stephen entered the workshop for their weekly consult.
Stephen felt a smile cross his face, helplessly. “I assume you have a reason for being smug?”
Tony’s smirk grew. “JARVIS, fill Stephen in.”
“I am afraid, Doctor Strange, that you have lost your bet.”
Stephen blinked, trying to recall what bet he’d made recently. It hit a moment later. The accountant and the IT tech. “Wait, Drews and Callahan?”
“Yep.” Tony popped the p. “According to my super secret sources—”
“You mean JARVIS?” Stephen asked, amused.
“—my super secret sources,” Tony repeated, “Drews finally asked Callahan out. Callahan said yes.”
“I really expected better of Callahan,” Stephen said. “I’ve found that IT guys are…” He paused, stretching it out, eyeing Tony pointedly.
Tony pointed a pen at him. “Careful. I’m pretty much an IT guy.”
Stephen smirked. “You said it first. Tony Stark” Glorified IT Guy. Are you going to follow your fellow IT guy’s example, now?”
“His example—” Tony blinked. “What!?”
Stephen swallowed back the sudden butterflies in his throat. “Drews. Callahan. True love.” The words he actually meant went unsaid.
Tony.
Stephen.
True love.
Tony’s mouth fell open, his eyes widening. “Stephen, are you…”
Stephen didn’t wait for him to figure out what to say. “Or, I suppose, I should even the odds. The IT guy won the last one; I can take this one. Go out with me.”
Tony stared for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think I will.”
“Congratulations to you both,” JARIVS interrupted. “I should thank you, Doctor Strange. DUM-E had bet on Sir, but I had my bet on you.”
Stephen laughed as pure offense crossed Tony’s face. “Wait a minute, J! What do you mean you didn’t bet on me!?”