Flashes of colour, swirls, and shapes dance through the air.
Steve watches, enthralled, as Tony tells his story. He wonders if the wizard was even aware he was doing it, or if he was just so casual with his magic. If it was all just so part of him.
In all his time in this world, in all his travels, he had never seen someone with such a natural and fluid connection with the spiritual world. It was like the man was singing a beautiful duet with lady life herself.
But more beautiful than the magic was the man himself.
The End
Notes: For day 31 of SteveTonytober. Prompt: Magic/Fairytale