“Tony, if there’s millions of possible timelines,” Stephen began so quietly he wasn’t even sure he’d said it out loud (his hands shaking against Tony’s chest), “maybe there’s one where you and I—” He found himself cut off by the emotional blockage in his throat, shook his head.

Tony tried a laugh, and it only forced the tears out of his eyes. “What, don’t have this conversation? Make up and forget about it?”

Stephen wiped a hand at his eye, didn’t let himself cry. Still shaking his head, he somehow managed to smile.

“Fall in love.”

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mix for fancylances’ beautiful fic, “time after time”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14866620/chapters/34421433

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