Multiversal Dream
Stephen Strange was face to face with a man who looked like Tony Stark. Except at the same time, it wasn’t Tony Stark.
The Great Tony Stark both was and wasn’t the person in front of him.
He tried to gauge his reactions, view his surroundings. He was somewhere unfamiliar, bound and forced on his knees.
This reminded him of an execution.
He couldn’t do anything, couldn’t move a muscle. Just watch this. Watch what was most certainly his own execution, face to face with a Tony Stark that wasn’t Tony Stark.
Silver armor. Silver and blue. Different from the normal red and gold. Something that stuck out to Stephen. Made it abundantly clear that this Tony Stark…was not his. Not that he expected it to be.
“I’m so sorry I have to kill you, darling, I have no other choice…” Tony’s voice dripped of malice, it sounded so smooth but at the same time spikes to his ears.
“You just should’ve done as you were told, then we wouldn’t have to do this, now would we?”
His voice sounded cruel. Condescending.
Stephen thrashes against his cuffs, the restraints on his legs and wrists keeping him in place, only to be met with a “tut-tut-tut, now, Stephen, good boys don’t thrash like that.”
You’d think it would be an entirely different situation by that phrase, but nope, Stephen Strange was going to get killed.
I’m gonna kill you!
Those thoughts weren’t his. But he could hear them so clearly.
He thrashed again, well knowing there were blasters probably trained on him at this very moment.
“I truly am sorry, tesoro, I truly am.”
Lies! You’re lying! If you truly loved me you wouldn’t be killing me!
Stephen couldn’t speak. Something…a metal mask, was over his mouth. He still yelled internally, tears down his face because how could someone who loves him so much kill him?!
Don’t kill me! Please!
Tony Stark was a sweet-talker, voice smooth yet sharp, especially in these moments.
One of the gauntlets of the silver armor transformed into a blaster, the metal pressed up right against Stephen’s head.
Tears fell faster, more begging Tony Stark couldn’t hear filling his ears.
“Stephen Vincent Strange…you betrayed me…so that is why you must die. I truly regret this, amore mio, but there is no other choice”
He closed his eyes as he heard the blaster whir, preparing to blow a hole through his skull. He wonders if Tony has any remorse for this. He doubts it.
The cold of the metal blaster soon morphed into heat, burning into his skin.
Internally, he begs one last time, even though knowing all too well it’s no use, then he feels the blaster fire into his skull. And all goes white.