a dysfunctional and chaotic family

the one where it's stephen's day of birth

A/N: i am SO sorry this is late!! i've been too busy with school and updating other books that haven't even been released yet smh 🤦🏾‍♀️

but the new chapter is here now

happy birthday to my favourite magical boy, stephen strange

btw cassie is her endgame age in this (so she's a teen because i want her to be part of the "teen meme team") but endgame hasn't happened in this "universe" if that makes sense oop :/

the picture isn't that relevant lmao i just wanted to add it

stephen sighed contently, stretching his arms out.

he ruffled his bed head, yawning softly.

he noticed that tony wasn't next to him, meaning that the engineer was up early.

stephen smiled lazily, snuggling into the covers.

maybe tony was making him some breakfast in bed for his birthday.

that would be nice...

suddenly, the door slammed open, interrupting stephen's calm silence.

tony leaned against the door frame, as he smiled nervously at his fiancé.

he had an apron on, which meant he was making breakfast.

and judging by his slightly sweaty and nervous face, he must've burnt it.

stephen just raised an eyebrow, slowly sitting up.

"n-no, no! you stay...right where you are." tony pointed at him.

"okay..." stephen muttered. "why?"

"uuuh..." tony and stephen winced when they heard pans clashing.

"dad, do we need french bread to make french toast?" harley called from downstairs, causing tony to facepalm.

"should we ask doctor mum to portal us to france so we can get their bread?" peter asked.

stephen glanced at tony.

"we don't need french bread for french toast." tony replied. "right..?" he whispered, glancing at stephen.

stephen just rolled his eyes playfully.

"then why's it called french toast?" morgan questioned.

"uuh..." tony smiled sheepishly at stephen, who was smirking teasingly.

loud laughter and the smoke alarm could soon be heard.

stephen could only assume the laughter was ultron.

"why is french toast so hard to make!?" nebula exclaimed.

ultron's laughter increased.

"ow!" he yelped.

stephen smiled slightly, knowing that nebula punched him.

"i told you not to put the setting too high!" vision stated.

"whatever, i can't cook! someone else do it." nebula grumbled.

"i'll do it." ultron suggested sarcastically.

"NO!" they all yelled from downstairs.

a loud clashing was heard, causing ultron to curse aloud.

"FUCK!"

"language, ultron. there are young ears present." vision informed him.

"oh, shut up. a pot just landed on my head." ultron grumbled.