Stephen Strange was ready to drop his head on a pillow and slip off into a coma. The last seven calendar days had brutal, especially counting how long it had really been for him. The Sorcerer Supreme didn't know if it was a curse or a blessing that Ironman had joined him in action this time.

It was a blessing that Ironman was there to have his back and be non magical. It was a curse that Tony Stark couldn't shut up for one second. It would have been the worst hex in the universe if something had happened to Tony, all because of Stephen.

Stephen woke up in a hospital, his ears ringing and head hurting. He tried to sit up, but his head brutally punished him and back to bed he went.

"Signore, mi senti?"*

Someone was speaking... Italian to him? Was that the universal language in hospitals now?!

A bright light flashed in his eyes, checking his vitals.

The woman yelled again and then she went away, probably to get the doctor. Stephen had gotten his eyesight back and looked around him. Someone was sitting by the window, legs crossed, looking at a tablet in their hands.

"Morning, Stephen Veven."

Great, Tony was here.

"W-where am I?"

"Benvenuto in Italia." Tony acted as he came to sit on the bed.

Stephen groaned.

"I told you I didn't want to come on your business trip."

"And I left you home. You ended up here by yourself. What're you doing here?"

Stephen sat up and Tony grabbed his arm and shoulder, helping him.

"Saving the world, probably."

"Against what?"

Before Stephen could talk, the doctor came in.

"Buongiorno signore. Vedo che sei sveglio."**

Stephen wanted to knock him on the head. OBVIOUSLY he was awake.

The doctor took the clipboard from the end of Stephen's bed and flipped through the pages.

"Where's the cloak?" Stephen whispered to Tony.

The phone rang and the doctor took it.

"Oh. Levi's sleeping right there." Tony pointed to the cloak, folded up on the bench, probably sleeping.

"Quella era la reception. La polizia è qui per essere interrogata."***

Tony abruptly turned and stood up. Stephen smiled. He loved it when his boyfriend got all business.

"I thought I said no police!?" Tony yelled in English, his irritation making him forget about where they were.

The door was open to Stephen's room and he saw the police coming there way. Something told him it wasn't police.

"Levi." Stephen called for the cloak and it immediately came over.

"Tony..."

"I-I am sorry, Signor Stark. I...." The doctor was dead before he could finish. Tony quickly closed the door and fused it shut with blasters.

Stephen had ripped the needles from his arm and fell as he got off the bed. Ironman was immediately by his side.

"Let's go, babe."

They were shooting at the door. The hospital alarms rang and Stephen cried, his own head ringing sharp. Flying would be too risky for Strange, so they took the back stairs, Levi helping keep the sorcerer up.

They ran away to an empty penthouse, which Tony joked was courtesy of the consulate. Stephen fell asleep on the sofa again, this time awoken by horrible images of the apocalypse. Tony was by his side in an instant, having found some painkillers in the house.

"What's wrong?"

"I see images in my head."

"Can you show me?" Tony worriedly asked.

Stephen looked at his boyfriend. He himself couldn't bare the pain in his head, he couldn't subject Tony to it. Strange shook his head.

Tony smiled and snuck a kiss. He then brought up a paper and pen. Stephen's photographic memory helped him draw the primary image in his mind. It was a shaky copy of a familiar drawing.

"I've seen that before. Probably high school reading."

"Yeah. Dante's Inferno."

Tony figured out it was related to the geneticist he had been following. The map of hell was the first in a series of clues that lead them across Europe, ending up at Hagia Sophia in Istanbul. It was a center of magic, but tonight there was an annual public event being held. Tony Stark went into the billionaire party while Stephen waited in the cisterns below.

Stark found the bad guy and began to follow him, chasing him to where Stephen was waiting. The villain threatened to release a deadly plague virus, while also being an evil warlock. The Sorcerer Supreme magically battled the warlock and his conjured up creatures while Ironman took on the cronies. Stephen captured the evil wizard while Tony contained the plague at the very last second.

Strange gave the villain to the European sorcerers and Stark gave the virus to SHIELD's European group. The party upstairs went on being none the wiser. The fight had taken its toll on Stephen and he collapsed, and Tony happily carried his damoiseau in distress to their waiting jet.

The mission was now yesterday's news, and he couldn't think of anything better than nodding off for 72 hours straight; even better if he could actually get Tony in bed with him. To sleep.

He didn't even get 72 minutes of REM sleep.

"'CAUSE YOU'RE A NATURAL!!
A beating heart of stone
You gotta be so cold
To make it in this world...

Given the amount of times Stephen was exasperated by Tony's immaturity, you'd think they were each other's nemeses, and not lovers.

Stephen groaned and got off the bed, Levi immediately around his shoulder. Imagine Dragons blasted through the entire penthouse, throbbing in his eardrums. Stephen quickly threw a spell at the speakers, lowering the volume. He finally made it to the lower floor and turned the corner to find Tony in the kitchen, dancing as he made some breakfast.

"Mornin', sorcy!" Tony called out as he danced over to Stephen. Tony quickly pecked a kiss and returned to the island.

Stephen pinched his nose and leaned against the cabinet.

"Why do you have to be so damn perky every morning?!"

"What? You want to waist this precious short life sleeping that's fine. I'm gonna dance."

"Does it not at unnerve you that we almost died yesterday?" Stephen whined as he sat at the counter.

"You new to the gig, Strange?" Tony leaned over and kissed him, lasting a long, two minutes. Stephen finally took in a relieved breath and settled a little.

"I make the world better ten times before breakfast."

"And how have you made today better since I fell asleep?" Stephen sarcastically asked.

"Hey, Mr. Stark?" Peter Parker's voice rang through from the first floor.

"Is it cool if I stay over for the weekend? May's gone..."

Stephen toned the kid out, staring at his amazing boyfriend.

"I thought you'd be more at ease with all of us together." Tony smiled.

"Have I ever told you I love you?"

"Oh, just about..."

Friday: Fourteen million, six hundred and five

This time Stephen went in for a surprise kiss.

"I love you."

Fourteen million, six hundred and six

*Sir, can you here me?

**Good morning sir. I see that you are awake.

***That was the reception. The police are here to question