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faithinhome · 1 year

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brave. stephen strange x female reader. (one shot).

summary: stephen shows up when you need him.

tags: street harassment, strong language.

a/n: this one shot’s kinda self-indulgent. let’s just say i wrote it to cope with something. i wanted to post it on here in case it resonates with someone else too. i tagged people that i tag on my nnd fic because i wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to be informed for other fics too! i understand this fic is based on something very specific, so please don’t feel pressured to read just because you’re tagged!

you couldn’t believe stephen had managed to piss you off this much.

god, he was so arrogant.

so smart, so beautiful, such an interesting person to be around.

but.

so.

fucking

arrogant.

and you couldn’t stand it.

you were just packing up your stuff in the locker room and stephen walked in behind you, quiet.

you two had just performed a surgery together and had been quiet the entire time.

the previous day, the two of you had had a small argument over something so stupid, you couldn’t even really remember it. but it had spiraled into another bigger issue.

stephen’s inability to accept defeat or that he could be wrong.

before you knew it, the argument had turned heated, with you bringing up all the times he’d been this way throughout your friendship.

you and stephen started out as friends that started hooking up. and you two were just on the verge of a somewhat relationship.

before a relationship had even had a chance to bloom, you’d had your “first fight” with him.

whatever.

you tried to convince yourself stephen was too full of himself to be a good boyfriend to you anyway.

sure, he was charming. and he did care. he looked after you. and he was strong. he was so…he was so fucking beautiful too. and he was definitely the best man you’d ever slept with in your entire life.

no.

you tried to push the thoughts away, you were getting distracted and swayed away.

you were going to wait for stephen to apologize.

maybe, he’d do it right now? maybe he’d admit to his faults and you guys could go back to building a foundation together, to be with each other.

but you just heard a locker door shut and footsteps fading away.

you turned to find that he had left.

you just sighed to yourself and hurriedly packed your things, closing the locker.

sure, stephen was stubborn. but you were even more stubborn. and you weren’t going to budge, no matter what.

you pulled on your jacket and began walking out of the building, sighing as you anticipated a long transit ride home.

you’d just left the driveway and had taken to the sidewalk, when you heard a car on the road honk behind you.

you turned to find a black car behind you, squinting as the headlights blinded your eyes. it came up beside you and the window rolled down.

a man that you’d never seen before flashed you a smile. “hey, sweetheart. all alone tonight?”

your heart began to thump in your chest, and it felt like it was in your throat. you turned away and clutched your bag tighter, starting to walk faster but the car caught up.

“want a ride, baby? you shouldn’t be out here all alone at night.”

yeah, because of assholes like you.

“oh come now, don’t be shy” the man pushed.

tears stung at your eyes. you didn’t know what to do. should you respond? should you ask him to fuck off? or should you keep quiet for the sake of your own safety and hope that he gives up eventually?

just as fear and anxiety were starting to take over, clouding your thoughts and making it hard to breathe, you heard a bump and the car next to you was lightly struck.

your breath hitched and you turned, watching stephen strange emerge out of the driver’s seat of the car that came to a halt after bumping into the creep’s vehicle.

“hey, what the fuck, man?” the creep screamed, sticking his head out of the window to see who it was.

“is there a problem here?” stephen asked, his forehead creased, as he looked between you two.

his eyes glued to you for a few moments, scanning you, as if he was assessing your current condition.

“yeah, buddy, you just hit my fucking car.” the man got out of the vehicle, staring daggers at stephen.

you gasped, your heart beat rising and breathing growing shallower.

“stephen” you whispered, walking up to him and grabbing his shirt, fear climbing up to your throat.

stephen extended an arm in front of you, gently nudging you behind him. but your grip never left his shirt. you didn’t want stephen to get hurt.

“i saw you were bothering my girl over here, and i thought i should come put you in your place.” he spat angrily.

my girl.

“so that little slut is your girl? and why do you think i give a fuck?” the man laughed.

stephen’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. you could see the nerve pop in his head as he swallowed, stepping closer to the man, staring down at him. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking about? say that about her again and i’ll break your fucking jaw.”

the creep looked up at stephen, trying to keep his chest broad, even though you could notice a hint of fear in his face. “well, your girl shouldn’t have been walking around looking like that if she didn’t want attention.”

within a split second, stephen had the man’s face in his right hand as he jerked him closer and the man cowered in fear. “maybe men like you shouldn’t be allowed to walk freely on the streets. maybe you should be locked up forever.”

stephen let go of the man, clicking his tongue and pretending to have had an epiphany.

“actually, i could get you locked up.”

the man now cowered in fear, his eyes widening.

“do you know who i am?” strange continued, his voice deepening further, if that was even possible. “i know absolutely everyone. i could have you locked up, beaten down to a fucking pulp. come after my girl again and i will fucking destroy you. understood?”

the man swallowed, looking between the two, “i-i-“

“i said, is. that. understood?”

stephen sounded really mad. you’d never seen him this angry. you were frightened, and he was on your side.

“y-yes.” the man breathed out.

“now, apologize to my girlfriend.”

your eyes widened as you looked up at stephen, not wanting to look away and at the creep.

had he just called you his girlfriend?

the man turned to you, his jaw clenching. “i- i’m, uh-”

he was clearly hesitating with his apology. you had a feeling he’d never really apologized to a woman before.

“on your knees” stephen interrupted, his voice gruff and impatient.

“what?”

“get on your knees and apologize. and really try to beg for her forgiveness.” stephen dragged that sentence out long and slow, trying to absolutely crush the man’s self-esteem.

a small smile appeared on your face and you looked over at the man who looked like he would rather jump off a building.

but he cowered under stephen’s stare and took a big sigh, getting on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

you looked at the guy and back up at stephen, not really sure what to do.

“i said, beg for her forgiveness. that’s not a whole lot begging.” stephen spat.

“i’m -i’m sorry” the man stammered, clearly trying to force himself into doing this. “please-forgive me.”

he looked up at stephen who gave him a disapproving look.

“more” stephen barked and the man turned to look at you, meeting your eyes this time, even just for a few moments.

“i’m really sorry” the creep said, his voice smaller. “please forgive me. please. i regret behaving the way that i did. i was- i was a total asshole. a total pig for treating you the way i did. i’m so sorry.”

you looked down at the man, who wasn’t even able to look you in the eye, when not too long ago, he was staring you down like he had all power over you.

this right here, this felt good. this felt right.

“good” stephen leant in and heaved the guy up, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him closer. “i better not fucking see you around here, or around my girl, ever again. do you understand?”

“yes. sorry.”

stephen clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” he pointed at you and the man apologized again, while all you could do was quietly watch all that was unfolding in front of you.

stephen let the man go with a slight shove. “leave before i change my mind and decide to break your legs this very second.”

the man scurried back inside his car. it was so evident on his face that his ego was absolutely shattered. he looked like he was almost in a state of shock.

which frankly, so were you.

stephen watched the man drive off, reaching back to touch your arm lightly.

he turned and his concerned eyes searched your face, subtle sadness weaving through his face.

“y/n, a-are you okay?” he asked, his voice now soft and gentle.

you still couldn’t speak. all you could do was stare up at stephen, still coming down from the fear you’d felt earlier.

“y/n?” stephen stepped closer, concerned that you weren’t saying anything. he reached out to cup your face, eyes searching yours. “please say something.”

your felt shivers run along your skin as stephen touched you, tears threatening to well up in your eyes as you watched the way stephen watched you with such care, gentleness and concern.

“i-i’m okay, stephen. thank you,” you managed to say.

“i’m so sorry that happened to you. he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

you smiled softly, bringing a hand up to place over stephen’s, a tear falling down your cheek as you shook your head. “how could he? you were right here.”

stephen shook his head, trying to brush your tear off with his thumb. “oh baby, please don’t cry. i’m sorry. i’ll always be here. i’ll always protect you, y/n.”

baby.

“you h-helped me,” it took a lot for you to look into stephen’s eyes and speak without bursting into tears. “even though we were fighting.”

“no, that doesn’t matter, it never will.” stephen shook his head. “i’ll always protect you, okay? no matter what. and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry about everything. i should’ve been here. but i’m here now, okay?”

you smiled and nodded, hesitating before leaning up to peck stephen’s lips, smiling wider when he blushed.

“thank you, stephen. you were so…so brave.”

“anything for you” stephen smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. “and i’m driving you to and from work now, okay?”

“no, stephen, it’s okay-“

“nope, i don’t want to hear it.” stephen shook his head, his voice firm. “i’ll keep you safe, okay? you don’t have to worry anymore.”

you closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

you loved being independent, holding down your own fort. but this. this felt amazing in its own right. having someone care for you, someone that cared for your well-being. someone that wanted to protect you and make sure you were okay. you just wanted to surrender to this affection, you wanted to allow this comfort.

“thank you.”

“you deserve it” stephen smiled, reaching down to hold your hand. “let’s go.”

you looked up at him as he led you to his car, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

maybe he’s right, you thought to yourself. maybe i do deserve it.

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kuroecchy · 7 months

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the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest

English is not my first language and no beta.

fair warning the theme i chose for my october prompts are completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

Day 2 - Guardian

It started after that fight. Tony was sure it was gonna hit him, he had no time to dodge. So when he closed his eyes, reading himself for the upcoming pain… Well, let's just say he was confused when nothing happened.

When he opened his eyes expecting to see something, anything. There was nothing. It’s as if there was nothing aimed at him in the first place.

Dumbfounded, Tony flew down from the sky and dismissed it as him being tired.

After that his luck seems to take a nosedive but somehow he always ends up fine.

The day after that incident, Rhodey had invited him to go on a jog.

They ran around the park. It was rather uneventful; it was a simple jog while talking about random things.

What was eventful was when they were on their way back. They decided to buy some food first at the other side of the road.

They of course waited until the stop sign turned green to cross the road but a car who had not hit their break fast enough skidded to them.

They raised their hands to their face (or at least the engineer did) in a futile attempt to protect themselves.

But then… the noise of the car was behind them. Tony quickly looked and the car that had been about to hit them was now behind them driving away.

The hero once again felt dumbfounded.

He looked at his best friend only to be given a shrug.

There was nothing he could do about it if Rhodey didn't see it there's no point thinking it over. Unless he (JARVIS) hack into the security cameras.

So he dismissed it once more.

After that, strange things kept on happening.

At first it was simple things such as when he fell asleep at his workbench he would wake up with a blanket on top of him.

He has asked as unlikely as it is, whether Pepper of Rhodey had been the one who had done it (Pepper would simply wake him up and get him to his own bed, Rhodey would do a similar thing).

They both had said no. Although for some reason the female had this knowing glint in her eyes when he asked. He decided not to ask about it.

Then it started to escalate into more suspicious things. For example, he had spilled coffee on his desk so he went out to get it cleaned only to come back with it already cleaned.

He asked JARVIS about it and his AI had simply responded with it disappearing on its own.

After that Tony has a suspicion on what's been happening around him lately. And because of said suspicions he decided on letting it be for now.

It was 2 weeks later (2 weeks of bad luck and needing someone to save him) that he finally saw it with his own eyes.

It was late at night at the tower. He had been awake for more than 48 hours. The only rest he took were small power naps (He had fallen asleep for a few minutes before forcing himself to wake up).

So it wasn’t really a surprise when he had started to stumble around the penthouse half asleep searching for the coffee machine (or was he searching for food?).

He forgot that he had some electronics that he hadn’t cleaned up from last time he was tinkering with them in the common room. So of course his brain that's been running on nothing but his will power decided that it was too much to notice them in front of him.

He tripped.

Honestly at this point, the sleep deprived man was welcoming the floor, ready to fall asleep on the cold floor.

Instead he fell onto the open arms of a tall man. The hold was strong. Well maybe not the grip but the way the arm hugged tight on to him his body relaxed on their hold.

The engineer’s brain tried hard to think about who the mystery person was, he didn’t have the energy to look up to the other’s face.

So tired at first, the other was wearing fabric that’s hard to the skin and he could feel the slight tremors from the other’s hands.

The next thing he noticed was the smell, the man (he’s pretty sure that they are a man at this point) Had the smell of incense clinging to his clothing and the aroma or calming tea mixed with it.

Tony knew that based on these descriptions he’s supposed to already be able to already guess who his savior is but his brain simply didn’t want to give him the answer.

It took a familiar baritone voice for him to realize who it was, “I think It’s time to go to bed.”

He could hear the fond smile coming from each of those words.

He smiled on the others arms and muffled, “Stranger danger.”

The sorcerer huffed and decided to teleport them to his room. He put the smaller man down on the bed and spoke fondly, “Alright, off to bet with you.”

“You're no fun, Stephen.” he pouted but otherwise did as told. He crawled up to the middle of the bed and positioned himself comfortably.

Stephen had chosen to sit by the foot of Tony’s bed to make sure the other actually slept.

Tony on the other hand had started to drift off.

“Guess you’re the one that’s been protecting me…” he mumbled

“My own secret guardian…” and with that Tony went to the world of dreams, leaving Stephen a blushing mess on the foot of his bed.

~ The End ~

did i write this instead of sleeping? yes i did

apologies for any mistakes im supposed to be asleep when i was writing this

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mckiwi · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 13: Dislocation

Characters: Stephen Strange, America Chavez, Wong

Summary: Stephen was quite adept at dealing with his own pain and suffering, but watching his loved ones hurt was an entirely different story

"America, you have to blast it or you'll die!" Stephen shouted, pressing himself against the wall for cover. America cowered under a table and held the relic close to her chest.

"I can't do it! I can't!" America shouted back, yet still charged up the wand like Stephen had shown her how to do.

"I'm coming to get you! You have to shoot it!"

"I can't!" America whimpered. A hand grabbed her foot and started to pull her out from under the table. She wiggled her way out of the man's grasp and dove for the floor, letting a flurry of spells fly in her wake. There was the sound of something clattering to the floor and hurried footsteps.

"America!" Stephen hissed, checking the skull for damage. He let out a relieved sigh when he found no fractures and placed the skull back on the mantlepiece. "Do you know how ancient that skull is? How much power it has? Apparently not considering how recklessly you almost broke it! Always look where you're shooting!" He instructed.

Somewhere behind him America groaned. "Fine. Training is done for today if you're really gonna complain about it that mu- oh crap!" Wand long forgotten, America still lay on the floor while clutching her shoulder. Her eyes were tightly squeezed in pain. Stephen dropped to her side so quickly he was sure his knees were going to be bruised tomorrow. "How much does it hurt?" He asked while trying to pry her hand away from her shoulder.

"Lots," she said shortly. Stephen went into his so-called 'doctor mode' almost instantly. "I hit it when I fell. I can't move it."

Stephen clicked his tongue and confirmed after a moment, "yea, you dislocated your shoulder. Easy fix, though. Alright, America. I'm going to need you to sit up straight." She did so with a wince. Stephen carefully placed her hand on his shoulder and got in position to reduce the dislocation. America jerked back and yelped. He was quick to comfort, "hey, hey, I've done this a hundred times. It doesn't hurt, I promise. I'm just going to massage the joint back into place, ok? That's it." She looked at him fearfully but didn't jerk away again when he repositioned himself.

He laid the hand of her injured shoulder on his and rested one arm over hers to provide a gentle weight. He used the other hand to rub small circles from the top of her shoulder to the bottom. He did this for about two minutes, noting how America grew more relaxed as they went, "try to stretch your arm across your chest, now." America hesitated but did as he asked, only wincing slightly. "Feel better?"

She nodded, "yea. Just kinda sore now."

Stephen copied the motion, "it'll probably be sore for a few hours. Good thing we have both pain meds and ice cream in the kitchen." America smiled at that. "But first we need to get you fit for a sling and some ice," he amended.

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"What happened? Why do you look like a kicked puppy?" Wong asked. America and Stephen were watching a movie on the couch, with the former having fallen asleep against the other.

Stephen shifted slightly so he wouldn't disturb her to look at Wong. He whispered, "she got hurt during training so we stopped for ice cream and a movie."

Wong hummed in acknowledgment, "that doesn't explain why you look so devastated."

"I was kinda the reason she got hurt. I don't know why I had her training with relics when she can travel the multiverse at a whim, but…" he chuckled ruefully, "she jerked away and hurt herself even more 'cause she was afraid of me, Wong." Stephen shook his head in self-deprecation.

"She doesn't look very afraid of you right now," Wong pointed out. Stephen glanced over at the teen snuggled into his side and snoring softly. He couldn't help the small smile that crept up on his face, but it immediately dissipated the moment he saw the sling. "It was a small injury, Stephen. Stop beating yourself up about it."

Stephen shook his head, "But what about next time? Will she lose a leg because of my mistake? Her powers? Her life?" He took a shaky breath, "I can't be the reason someone else dies. I can't."

Wong sighed and sat down next to Stephen quietly. He threw an arm around his saddened friend and pulled him into a brief yet warm hug. "You don't have to look so surprised," Wong joked at Stephen's expression, "I am capable of showing affection to a friend who obviously needs it."

Stephen's gaze shifted to the floor, "yea. I guess so."

"I didn't want to be Sorcerer Supreme, you know," Wong said after a long silence. "Everyone told me I'd be great at it. So eventually I relented and took the position. I still have my doubts about if that was a good decision or not. My worst fear was leading my people to their deaths. It kept me up at night, I couldn't stand the thought of being the reason people I care about dying because of my mistakes." He took a deep breath, "and then my fears came into fruition, or should I say, Wanda came. Wiped out about half of our Order. A second decimation, if you will. Except they weren't coming back this time."

Stephen was shocked to see such emotion on the others man's face as he continued his story, "they were tortured right in front of me, Stephen. They were slowly being killed because I wasn't making a decision fast enough for her. It was ultimately my decision that led to America's capture and almost led to her death. I told you to kill her, and you disobeyed me." Wong looked him in the eye, "but I'm grateful for it. It plagues me; the 'what ifs' and 'should haves'. What could I have done different? I didn't ask these people to follow me, yet they still do. They know I'm not perfect, but they still chose me. They trust me, and that's what keeps me going."

"That kid sleeping against you trusts you more than anyone in the multiverse whether you like it or not," Wong said. "And there's nothing you can do to change it. Try to cherish her love. Let that love be what keeps you going, Stephen, and accept the fact you love her, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so scared to lose her."

Stephen blinked away tears and laughed, "we all need therapy." Wong's somber expression gave way to a half smile. "Thank you."

Wong stole a pint of ice cream and opened a portal, "anytime."

He chuckled and felt America wake slightly at the sound. She nuzzled sleepily into his side and he felt an intense, paternal protectiveness flare up inside of him. His smile quivered as he ruffled her hair softly, "come on, kid. You need to go to bed."

America huffed but extracted herself from his side. She blinked wearily at him. "You okay?" She asked quietly.

Stephen felt tears well up in his eyes, "yea. Yea, I'm fine. How's your shoulder?"

She yawned and rubbed at her eyes, "better. I'm gonna go get ready for bed now."

He watched her shuffle off the couch and pad over to her bedroom, "good night, kid." Love you.

"G'night, Stephen."

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hithertoundreamtof23 · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 30

Prompt- Bridal Carry | "Not Much Longer"

When America Chavez gets hurt during a mission, it's up to Stephen to carry her to safety.

Only one more day of Whumptober!! This month has gone fast!

Whumptober Masterlist

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #bridal carry #“not much longer”#Fic #doctor strange #america chavez #Blood loss #hurt/comfort #hurt america chavez #Protective Stephen strange #Stephen Strange as America Chavez's father figure

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fandomtravelers · 2 years

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Contains Multiverse of madness spoilers!!

Summary

He shook his head no, but his eyes were still focused on scanning her. She was about to suggest they go to a hospital to check his head when he asked worryingly “Are you okay?”

Or, Even if neither of them is willing to admit it, they very much care for the other.

[This has somehow turned into a one-shot book :D ]

#America Chavez & Stephen Strange #Father-Daughter Relationship #america chavez #stephen strange #Mentor/Protégé #father figures #Protective Stephen Strange #Hurt America Chavez #multiverse of madness spoilers

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding and Injury, No Matter How Small

616 Stephen Strange x Reader

You and Stephen had been squirreled away in the Kamar Taj library for two weeks, doing everything in your considerable power to find a way to reverse the memory spell Stephen had cast for Spiderman. Stephen had been fine with leaving it be but you insisted that at least he, Mrs. Stark, young Morgan Stark, Happy Hogan, and a pair of teens named MJ and Ned remember evenething about New York's webslinger.

"OW! Mother trucker that hurts more than a buttcheek on a stick!” you swore from behind your wall of stacked books.

"What is it?” Stephen demanded, standing and using the Clock of Levitation to get around the books and hover anxiously at your side. ”What's wrong?"

"Paper cut. I'd take being stabbed over one of these little fuckers any day,” you grumbled as you squeezed the wound to your right finger to stem the bleeding.

"Haven’t they suffered enough?" the older sorcerer hissed as he glared balefully at the tome currently resting on your lap.

"Stephen, seriously. Take a chill pill, it's a papercut. I've had worse,” the you snorted as you pulled a Band-Aid from a pocket dimension and wrapped the offending cut.

"That doesn't mean you should suffer at all,” he argued back, carefully taking your hands and checking them over for any wounds you might have missed as he sat beside her.

"Ma cheri, it's sweet of you to worry, but you can't protect me from the world," you chided, slipping your hands from his shaky grasp to gently hold his face, the scratch of his beard tickling your palms.

"I can damn well try," he fired heatedly.

Cocking your head curiously to the side, you becan to get the feeling that there was a deeper problem behind the Master of the New York Sanctum's worry and over-protectiveness.

"Stephen, babe, you never worried this much before 2014 Thanos and the Snap. What's really goin' on, sweetheart?”

The former neurosurgeon remaind silent and stubbornly stared at his boots.

"Stephen? Come on, baby. I can't help you if you don't talk to me. I'm many things, but telepathic ain't one of them” you pressed.

"You were in a coma," the doctor finally whispered. "For five weeks, and there was no way I could help you. Nothing I did helped you heal or wake up, I couldn't even kill Thanos myself, let alone protect you because of that dawn flood. You were bleeding so much, darling. And I couldn't get to you!”

Terrified, angry tears were trailing down the doctor’s cheeks when he finally looked up, making it clearer than ever how much you meant to him.

"Oh, baby boy,” your murmured, heart breaking in your chest. "Come 'ere."

Stephen willingly curled against you, resting his head on your shoulder and holding you as tightly as he dared while you ran your fingers soothingly through his dark hair.

"Honey, I took that risk because I knew Tony needed a diversion to get the Stones from that raisin-faced bitch. I can heal from anything. Immortal, remember? I'm not leaving you anytime soon, gentil garçon, I promise. Death knows better than to fuck with me,” you reassured him, softly pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You two spent several hours curled up on that spot, you quietly humming, rocking , and petting his hair as you continued your research. Stephen remained tucked in your arms, re-enforcing in his mind that his darling was safe and whole.

#stephen strange x female reader #arkytiorwrites #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x gn!reader #stephen is a baby #fight me #he tiny boi #look at that face!#needs all the protections #i would die for him #he is my precious boy toy that I love dearly #immortal reader #praying to the powers that be that Benedict Cumberbatch NEVER gets on tumblr and finds these tags

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dovelywind · 2 years

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Thinking about America and her relationship with Christine Palmer variants (Defender! universe, Earth-616, & Earth-838)

Okay, but what I keep picturing is that when America ended up in Defender! Strange’s universe he was willing to take care of her and stuff but there were some things he was battling that would’ve been too dangerous for America to be around. So he asks Christine to watch her, albeit grudgingly, and she would take care of her.

Like Christine and Stephen weren’t together but they were raising her and eventually became friends and stuff again and started to fall in love with one another again too. America was like on board since day one being ‘you guys love me, you’re my secondary parents, and you should be back together’. So she’d be trying to get them back together for years. Jump to the start of MoM, I don’t think Defender Strange ever told his Christine how he felt and unfortunately never got the chance.

So now I believe that outside of America trying to perfect and become more familiar with her powers, she’s determined to also always get 616 Stephen and Christine together too.

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fragmentedblade · 4 months

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Herta seemed to me to dislike Stephen a lot, but in their interactions in this new update she seems strangely... fond of him?

#In her cold mean way but fond and protective even #Stephen hiding behind Herta and her comments about indulging him for example. I don't know. They felt strangely close #Herta is also quite close to Screwllum it seems and appreciates him and admires him and seems to be fond of him #Out of the geniuses we've seen she seems to be ironically the most fond of her colleagues perhaps despite what it looked like initially #I talk too much

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022): “Stephen! Hang on….”

#whumpedit #whump #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #doctor strange #marveledit #stephen strange #christine palmer #benedict cumberbatch #rachel mcadams #unconscious #possessed #protective #rescued #shivering #worry #my gifs #multiverse of madness spoilers

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dazesanddoodles · 9 months

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butch wong is real

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phoenixwwitch · 2 years

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strange has america chavez for a whole 8 seconds and just goes:

#I LOVED THEM #HE WAS SO PREPARED TO PROTECT HER AT ALL MOMENTS #marvel #mcu #doctor strange spoilers #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness spoilers #mom spoilers #america chavez #stephen strange

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skits-things · 10 months

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Scarlet Savior

In light of the fact that ao3 is under a ddos attack and thus there is no expected eta for a fix, I've decided to put this fic in text form on tumblr, as well as the other prompt I wrote for @darkkitty1208. They also betaed this work. Also @ironstrangehaven in case you wanna reblog this, even though you already reblogged my ao3 link. Fic is under the readmore.

Summary:

It was supposed to be yet another invasion of the Earth. Stephen won’t ever understand what makes his world so attractive to invaders, but it should have been standard procedure. For once though, the inhabitants of the dimension seeking to conquer Earth didn’t merely attack rampantly.

The aftermath is abhorrent.

He despises the looks of pity that follow him around. The horror and morbid fascination of strangers. Even those exposed to the dangers of their way of life have a mere fraction of the marks on him. Trivial compared to his experiences.

The only other person with as much red on them is Deadpool, and no one expected different from the merc with a mouth. Even then, there’s the odd hole in his aura. A speck of his body that has somehow remained unscathed.

All anyone can see when they look at Stephen, is a blindingly bloody red.

Wong is the only one he can stand to be around nowadays. Two weeks after the nonsense and yet it seems like the staring won’t ever stop. Whether it’s the members of the Mystic Arts, the general populace, or the so-called champions from The Incident, Stephen feels their eyes like a drill to the Earth’s core.

His friend is generous enough to allow Stephen his sulking. None of them understood exactly what they were signing up for in The Incident. Every one of the participants were stripped and made vulnerable to their cores. Wong himself had more than his fair share of scarlet on his body.

It was merely unfortunate that Stephen turned out to be extraordinary in this way too.

The Sanctum alerts him to a visitor and he grimaces. The doors stay shut by sheer force of will, and his ill-timed guest only stays for a few minutes longer. Almost petulantly kicking the door on his way out.

The isolation of the library no longer feels like a safe haven from the world. Tony Stark has a way of making his presence felt, merely by reminding people of his existence. Stephen grabs his books and prepares to leave for his rooms, but stops short at the unimpressed look Wong levels at him.

“What?” Stephen snaps, irritated and perhaps a touch defensive.

Wong doesn’t say a word for a long minute. Stephen turns to leave, holding his books carefully in his arms. Usually his hands were able to give some support, but it was a bad day. Levi subtly curls underneath his arms to relieve some of the pressure.

“He’s not going to stop.” Wong says just as Stephen reaches the door. The words freeze him in place. “He’s been visiting every day since. Avoiding him is not going to solve anything.”

Stephen grits his teeth and whirls around, eyes alight with fury. “Then he should learn to mind his own business!”

Wong lowers his eyebrows a fraction, somehow appearing more disapproving than before. “He was there too, if you recall. The tournament-”

Stephen hisses, shoulders bunched up to his ears. “That was not a tournament. That farce could barely be considered combat.” And only because of how the other side defined the event.

A sigh rings through the room, long, deep and tired. It makes the part of Stephen that’s finally learned to care sit up and pay attention. A closer inspection of Wong has Stephen frown. He really hasn’t been aware of his surroundings lately. There was something almost disheveled about Wong’s appearance. Ties too loose, layers just slightly off. Lines of stress stretched his features tighter.

He purses his lips. He’s never been very good at showing concern. Stephen clicks his tongue. “How are you holding up?” Stephen throws back, almost carelessly.

“About as well as I can be.” Wong shakes his head. “If I’m ever able to get my hands on the person who botched that translation…”

Stephen snorts. The books shift in his arms and Levi pools more of itself underneath them. He adjusts to let the cloak take more of the weight. “You and everyone else there. Personally, I think some time in the Dark Dimension would do them some good.”

He stiffens immediately. His mouth ran faster than his thoughts, because once the words were out he couldn’t take them back. Wong pointedly tilts his head in Stephen’s direction. “That. That’s something you need to clarify with Stark. The man’s persistent. If you don’t take the initiative, he’s liable to do something drastic.”

Stephen glares at the floor, shoulders already inching back upwards. He doesn’t know when they even dropped. “I don’t see why he needs to know. I don’t see why anyone needs to know. It’s in the past.”

“Don’t be purposefully obtuse. You know why.”

Wong’s not wrong, but Stephen will deny it for as long as he can. It’s a mistake to flee from this conversation – Wong will get him back for this – but he could swear he was getting hives from it. It’s only in the safety of his own room that those hateful reminders hit home.

The worst part of this whole ordeal - more than the vulnerability, more than the lack of choice, more than even the kerfuffle of a choice of words causing this disaster - is that of everyone possible, the person closest to him at the time of The Incident was Tony.

His thoughts inevitably take a turn and, involuntarily, he remembers the day of The Incident.

The Impralians had superior numbers, firepower and technology. As much as Stephen hates to admit it, it was for the best that the Impralians also had the highest respect for champions of society. Or at least that’s how it was interpreted.

In the end, the governments of the world had agreed to send fighters to represent them for the right to remain unconquered. While the Earth might be able to find a way to survive regardless, millions of lives would have been lost from the confrontation. Everyone with even the slightest desire to increase the chances of victory showed up.

Only the best of the best were selected. As a warrior race with regenerative durability, there had to be enough heavy hitters to make an impact, but also a small enough number to remain manageable, as every fighter sent out would be matched with another enemy. The major media outlets practically went rabid and had their own tournament for the chance to broadcast the event to the world.

One hundred people were chosen to represent the Earth. Of those, ten were from Kamar Taj. The minimal number necessary to pull off some of the techniques that required multiple masters working together to accomplish.

Tony was among the number chosen. His intelligence and resourcefulness was determined to be an asset in the case of their enemy using unknown technology. Peter, thankfully, was not. Spiderman might be strong, smart and scrappy, but he also didn’t have many directly damaging methods of attack. When Spiderman was removed from the list of possible combatants, Stephen could see the disappointment on Peter’s face as clear as the relief on Tony’s face just behind him.

Though at least some of the ability to read the man came from time spent in proximity. After Thanos was defeated, Stark badgered Stephen until he threw his hands up and resigned himself to the man’s company. Somewhere along the line, Stark became Tony. It grew more difficult by the day not to slip up and reveal something from the fourteen million futures, but Stephen’s self control is impeccable. While the genius no doubt suspected something, Stephen was sure he had no clue just how intimately Stephen knew him.

And intimate is certainly the correct word to use. Stephen doesn’t blush easily, yet some of those futures slip past his iron grip and manage to throw him into a flustered mess.

They might have been treading the line towards something more between them in this future as well. After Tony and Pepper publicly broke off their engagement, Tony poured on the charm even more than he normally did just by being himself. Stephen was just starting to believe that their engagement was really over. That by some twist of fate, they might actually have a chance in this timeline.

Stephen fell in love with Tony Stark over and over and over again. In fourteen million different ways, but all leading towards the same end. Heartbreak.

There’s something about Tony that makes you want to put your trust in him. To take a chance. Stephen had bet the winning future on Tony’s ability to pull off a miracle with the right information and they succeeded. It made him want to take a chance on them too.

Fat chance of that happening now.

The biggest problem Stephen Strange ever has, is that he’s never quite sure what to do about his own emotions. Other people’s emotions, which he’s also terrible at handling, are easier to deal with than his own. At least their emotions are an outside factor he has to adjust for. His own responses to his emotions are limited to ignoring them or becoming an angry defensive mess. Christine could attest to that.

So when Stephen returns from a standard trip outside of their realm to handle a task only capable by the Sorcerer Supreme, it is, perhaps, not entirely unexpected that his reaction to Tony in his room is to spit out vitriol.

“Get out.” The words are packed with as much venom as Stephen can fit. He doesn’t look at the man, just moves swiftly past him towards his attached bathroom. The barest amount of care he can spare towards Tony is keeping his words short. Stephen’s well aware Tony doesn’t deserve being treated like this. That doesn’t stop him from doing so.

He never learns his lesson.

“Stephen.” The soft cradling whisper of his name pulls him up short. Back stiff, Stephen closes his eyes and internally curses the way he can feel them tear up. He knows if he opens them, the shine would be damning evidence.

“Stephen.” Tony repeats, and Stephen can hear him stepping closer until he can feel the warmth of his presence at his back. “Stephen, look at me. Please.”

He doesn’t want to. Stephen still vividly remembers the look on Tony’s face. A curse of his perfect memory. The horror and despair was on a level he hasn’t witnessed in any of the possible futures. He never wants to put that look on Tony’s face again.

In the end, he doesn’t move or say a word. But he also doesn’t move further away. Tony takes that as an invitation to wrap his arms round Stephen and press his face into the back of his neck.

“Alright, you don’t have to look at me if you don’t want to.” The pained lilt to Tony’s voice is nearly enough to make Stephen turn around. If he wasn’t so sure of the expression he would find on Tony’s face. If he saw the pity, Stephen would shatter like fine china.

“But let me apologize. I’m so, so incredibly sorry, Stephen. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

The bitter laugh is involuntary. “Like what then? You didn’t do anything that anyone else hadn’t.”

“And if I could I would have each and every one of them apologize too.” Tony swears with fierce protectiveness.

“Don’t.” Stephen shudders with something akin to pained resignation. “Everyone there was subjected to the same treatment. Your own horrors were put on display.”

Tony tightens his hold around him. “But no one else died countless times! No one else had an endless montage of suffering lasting over three weeks!”

“And what, that makes me entitled to special treatment?” Stephen hopes he manages to convey the sheer distaste he has at the thought. “Trauma isn’t comparable.”

“Yours was so bad it won us the victory by a landslide.” Tony counters and Stephen immediately tries to pull away. Tony’s grip manages to keep him in place. “Fuck. No. I shouldn’t have- Look, we’re clearly both terrible at this; just give me a moment.”

Stephen’s tempted to not, but then again, if at least some small part of him didn’t want to stay right here in Tony’s arms, he would have vanished long ago. The master of the Sanctum doesn’t have to be anywhere within it that he doesn’t want to be.

After a few minutes Tony says, “I pulled apart the platform the second I was given the green light. I might have bribed more than a few people to get permission for it too, but we don’t need to talk about that. I can’t pull the videos off the ‘net – infringing on too many human rights apparently – but there isn’t a monument to your pain on display anymore.”

The words fill Stephen with more relief than he thought himself capable of feeling. In exchange for a numbers disadvantage, the Impralians negotiated building a stage on Earth where the competition would be held. After seeing the layout, it was determined that there would be no environmental advantage in combat for them.

It turned out, it wasn’t an environmental advantage they had to worry about. The Impralians used it as a double edged sword. Their technology managed to harness emotional energy – most specifically pain – and use it as a weapon against their opponents. For whatever reason, they couldn’t make it one directional and use it unilaterally against them, but the Impralians relied on their superior regeneration to endure anything their enemies would throw back at them.

They’ve almost made it into an art form. Culturally, the display of their most vulnerable moments was seen as an honor. Something to be respected for. By syncing psychic energy waves in conjunction with the emotional energy, the respective combatants' most marked fighters would have those moments projected for all to view. All persons on the stage would have this signified with red auras located just above the location where the injury occurred. The more frequently the area was injured, the deeper the color and size of the aura.

Stephen’s aura was a dark crimson and stretched meters. It was no wonder he was selected as tribute by their system.

It wasn’t even a fight, really. For once in their history, the Impralian’s defeat was instant. They were prepared for much, but multiple successive ways of dying isn’t something anyone is ever prepared to experience.

Apparently, the Impralians were so impressed by what he managed to survive that they insisted on his presence during the final negotiations. The overwhelming victory won them more than a few concessions of reparations from the Impralians and so Stephen was wrangled into being put on display like a circus act.

It was for the sake of the world, so Stephen grit his teeth and bore it, but he vanished the second he could. He refused to be sucked into something else “no one but him” could assist with. If he wasn’t faced with solemn respect by the Impralians the entire time, he’s sure he would have snapped. What a world when his enemies were more tactful than his own species.

Stephen sags back into Tony’s hold a bit. “Pain is an old friend.” The words are barely above a whisper, but in the quiet between them it might as well have been shouted. “And it wasn’t countless.”

“What?” The confusion was audible.

Stephen sighs. A moment of silence. “17 million, five hundred forty-four thousand, three hundred twenty-six.”

It takes a heartbeat of time, but Tony’s sharp inhale tells Stephen he got the point. “You remember all of that?”

“Every last one.”

This time, when Tony tries to turn him around, Stephen lets him. He’s tired of fighting. At this point Stephen just wants to get this over with. “Stephen, look at me please.”

The desperation in Tony’s voice has Stephen open his eyes and look into Tony’s. The horror isn’t quite gone, but the pity he was so sure to exist was nowhere to be found. Instead, a deep and enduring sort of concern and care (and dare he say love) was all that was reflected back. It crumples his defenses more thoroughly and rapidly than any empathetic response ever could.

He breaks down, right there in Tony’s arms. The stress and suppressed emotions boil over, silent tears streaming down his face as he finally lets himself feel everything he’s ignored since this living nightmare began. Shoving his face into Tony’s neck to hide, he lets Tony hold him together until he can find it within himself to face reality again.

When he returns to awareness, they’ve migrated to his bed. Tony rubs his back gently and has Stephen tucked under his chin. Levi is wrapped around both of them and when Stephen looks up, he spies the dried tears running down Tony’s face too. There’s some comfort in knowing he wasn’t the only one to become overly emotional, even if he’d prefer this hadn’t happened at all.

“I had hoped to at least take you on a date before ending up in bed together.” Tony weakly jokes.

Despite the terrible timing, Stephen finds himself cracking a grin. He really is gone on this man, Stephen thinks helplessly. Mildly put out with himself, he says, “I’m usually not this easy.”

Tony snorts. “Stephen, babe, you’re anything but easy. It’s a good thing I like a challenge. So?”

“So?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Will you go on a date with me? Or at least stop avoiding me?”

If the literal horrors of Stephen’s life aren’t enough to drive Tony away from him, he doubts anything will. It’s the easiest thing in the world to say yes. Even if the path to getting here was the hardest.

#ironstrange #ironstrangeweek2023 #ironstrange fanfic #stephen strange #tony stark #tony stark/stephen strange #my writing #fanfic #mcu #marvel cinematic universe fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfic #angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #hurt stephen strange #protective tony stark #ao3 #my wriitng

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kuroecchy · 7 months

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the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest.

fair warning the theme i chose for my october prompts are completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

English is not my first language and no beta.

!WARNING!

child abuse

Past trauma

homophobic

minor character death

Day 4 - Childhood

It started in the morning. He felt like he had woken at the wrong side of the bed. He felt like he could explode at any time.

He tried to get his mind off it and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. Only to find that the coffee maker is broken.

He sighed, He wished Stephen was here. His boyfriend makes the best coffee and tea the engineer had ever tasted.

He forgoes breakfast since Stephen is at Kamar-Taj and wouldn’t be back till later this evening.

He went down to his lab through the elevator. When the door opened, the face of Steve Grant Rogers was the one that greeted him.

Just great, he thought sarcastically. Still, he stepped into the elevator.

“Tony? You look terrible. Maybe you should rest some more.” The captain was showing genuine concern but Tony wasn’t really in the mood to be nice.

“I’m fine,” He said curtly, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m about to go mee Sam and Bucky to go on a run with them.” While he said that, his expression still shows concern about the shorter man’s wellbeing.

Tony hates it. Thankfully the elevator opened to his floor quickly so he could step out.

Stiffly he spoke, “Well, this is my stop. See you around, I guess.”

He then quickly left to enter his workshop.

His bad day didn’t seem to stop there, It followed him throughout the day. He kept accidentally messing things up and it caused the engineer to get even more irritated.

Time flew by ang the next he knew it was night time.

He’s tired, frustrated, angry, and hungry. He felt terrible and he knows he looks terrible too.

He was stopped from continuing by his AI informing him that both Stephen and Peter had returned and Stephen is making dinner.

So he decided to go greet them.

Upon arriving he was greeted with Peter’s over energetic-ness. The teen was saying this and that and this and that, there was nothing wrong with it, it was normal for him to do that.

Too bad today wasn’t the right time for it.

“- And then we can go and -”

“Peter, stop.” Tony cut through the endless babbling. Peter was confused. Did he do something wrong?

“Mr Stark I -"

“Peter, please, for the love of God. Stop talking.” Now the teen is really starting to panic, did he annoy Mr Stark?

Stephen, who had been listening from the kitchen frowned.

“But I-”

“Peter, Please. I’m tired.” Stephen moved towards where they are, he has a bad feeling about this, “If you’re gonna talk so much then just- Leave!”

It was too late. He had said it and there was no taking it back. The words had taken its effect, the teen’s eyes were starting to get red.

The spider child didn’t bother to say anything else and simply ran towards the nearest exit.

“Peter-!” his hand reached out, but it was too late, the teen had already left.

What the hell did he just say? How could he say something like that? My God, he felt sick-

His knees went weak and he fell to the floor, “Tony!”

He was just like his father. He’s just as horrible as his father. He-

His thoughts spirald even further.

“-ny. -ony! Tony! Breath, follow my breathing, it’s okay, you didn’t mean it.” He hugged the broken man in his arms closely and whispered soft things into his ears, reassuring the other.

“You were having a bad day, you were tired. I understand everyone gets tired. It’s okay.”

“it’s not… It's not okay. I’m just as fucked up as my father-”

“NO! Tony, believe me, you are not your father. He’s not you, you are one of the kindest men I've ever met."

It took a few minutes more to calm down. They had managed to move to the sofa and after a while Peter returned (JARVIS called him). Tony explained that it wasn’t the teen’s fault, he had simply been in a bad mood since this morning and it had simply blown up.

After that the spider shield went to bed first. Stephen then pulled Tony to their bedroom to rest as well.

While the sorcerer had reassured him that he wasn’t his father, Tony still couldn’t get it off his mind. Thanks to that it resulted in him not being able to sleep.

Good thing that Stephen anticipated this since he also didn’t sleep, instead, he spoke, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

The older man looked at the younger one, “m… Nah.. it's stupid anyways”

“Tony… It’s not stupid. I care about you.”

“Yeah, well. It’s not even supposed to be that big of a deal.”

The younger male pondered his options, “I… was - am still -scared of loving someone, especially if they’re a male.

“My sister - Donna - I loved her so much. But she died. And it was all because I couldn’t help her. Had I been able to do a simple respiration she would still be alive now

“I’m scared of failing to protect the person I love…

“My father hated me after that incident. He and ma never really cared about me. Donna was their pride and joy. So after that incident… He would beat me up just because he hated to see me.

“It got even worse after he found out I’m bisexual. He called me all sorts of things while hitting me and telling me that no one would ever love someone like me.”

His voice trembled with each word and it broke off in the end.

Two strong arms wrapped around the shaking sorcerer. He didn’t even notice he had been crying.

“I’m sorry Stephen. No one should ever experience that. You should never have had to experience that…” he trailed off for a bit.

Stephen had trusted him with this vulnerable side of him, the least he could do was return it.

“Ever since I was born my father never cared about me. I tried to gain my father’s attention, I thought that if I were to show him how smart I am he would love me…

“Turns out dad only saw the potential to use me. He showed me off to the media like some sort of trophy then sent me off to a boarding school when I was 4.

“When I came back my father didn’t change a bit. He was still only interested in finding rogers. At that point I didn’t care, I had started drinking and doing so many horrible things I…

“I finally got the attention I wanted from my father… He started to hate me. By the end of it, before he died we had been on horrible terms with each other.

“He took my mom with him…”

By the time Tony finished they were back to hugging each other.

They felt safe in each other’s arms. To just- ignore the whole world for that moment.

They fell asleep still wrapped in each other’s arms.

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prettywitchiusaka · 4 months

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Lines From Stephen x Clea Fanfics I May Never Write (Out of Context) Post 153:

Stephen: If you sent your daughter out to harm Clea, I swear I'll-

Nightmare: Calm down, loverboy. Do I look like I've talked to my daughter in the last little while?

(Stephen ponders this for a moment, and considers his enemy might have a point. There's nothing to indicate in his words, or inflections, or even his actions that he's lying.)

Stephen: No...No, you're right. If that was true, you'd probably be boasting, by now.

Nightmare: (He smirks, smugly.) Naturally.

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel comics #Doctor Strange #Clea #Clea Strange #stephen x clea #Nightmare #Dream Queen #mcu clea's a fugitive au #Prettywitch's Fanfiction #hehe #Stephen's in protective boyfriend mode

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mckiwi · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 6: "I've Got a Pulse"

Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Original Male Characters

Summary: The 'Doctor' in his name is there for a reason.

Yes, Stephen understands the irony of shopping for apples. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away," as the saying goes. But perhaps today it was a good thing Stephen's never been one to listen.

Stephen didn't delve into his Midwestern roots often, but when he did, it was almost always for home-cooked food. Nothing quite compared to a homemade Apple Crisp on a Sunday afternoon. He was analyzing the quality of two apples when he noticed a ruckus on the other aisle. "Papa! Papa!" A frantic teenager clung to an elderly man collapsing to the floor. Instincts kicking in, Stephen rushed to the scene.

"What happened?" Stephen asked calmly, taking in the sight of the old man clutching his chest, gasping for breath.

"I don't know. My Papa, he just- he said his chest hurt, and then he dropped." The teen said, scared tears starting to brim his eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Devan," the boy answered.

"Do you have your phone with you, Devan?" Stephen asked in what had been dubbed his 'Doctor Voice'. Devan nodded. "Alright. I need you to call 911 for me, okay?" Tapping the man's face gave him no response, even shaking him yielded no response. Pressing his fingers against the man's wrist, he felt no pulse. He tried to feel the carotid pulse at the neck with the same negative result. "Tell them he's in cardiac arrest."

Devan stared at him, "he's not gonna die, is he?"

Pulling up the man's shirt and positioning his hand on the man's chest, Stephen answered, "I've never lost a patient before, don't plan to now." One hand over the other with fingers interlocked, he pressed the heel of his hand to the man's chest. Falling into the routine of CPR was like riding a bike. One compression, two compressions, three, four, five. Almost immediately the pins in his bones started to protest, but he kept on. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.

"What street are we on?" Devan asked.

Continuing with the compressions, Stephen answered, "Bleecker Street. The store's name is Bleecker Farm." Tilting the man's head back and pinching his nose, he began rescue breathing.

Devan brought the phone away from his face, "they're on the way."

His own breath starting to become a little haggard, Stephen said, "okay, thank you. What time is it?"

"10:27," the teen answered.

It hadn't even been two minutes yet and already his hands were getting sore. The closest hospital was a little over ten minutes away, plus response time, which meant the rest of the day was surely going to be miserable, yet well worth it if he could save this man's life.

By 10:30, the man's at least starting to breathe enough that Stephen doesn't have to perform rescue breaths quite so often.

10:31 rolls around and he's gathered a crowd.

10:33 and Stephen can feel exactly where his misshapen bones are. He can feel his pulse in his fingertips.

10:34 has only sheer willpower keeping him going.

10:35 comes by and Devan informs him the ambulance would be there in five minutes.

10:37 means twice now Stephen's had to use a small spark of subtle magic to keep the man alive.

10:39 and he's lost count of compressions somewhere around one thousand, three hundred fifty-six.

10:40 brought the bitter-sweet sound of sirens. His hands burned so bad they felt cold. He didn't even know how that made sense, and yet…

10:41 has Stephen nearly in tears when the ambulance arrives.

The stretcher comes out and the responders haul the man onto it. They take the man into the ambulance, and about thirty seconds later he hears a victorious "I've got a pulse!" from one of the nurses.

Devan's about to follow them, but right before Stephen tried to leave, the boy approached him. "Thank you! Is there anything you need? Anything I can do to repay you?"

Stephen thought about it for a moment before replying, "do you know what the greatest gift we can receive in this lifetime is?" Devan's brow creased in confusion. "The greatest gift we can receive is to have the chance, just once in our lives, to make a difference." Stephen conjured a card behind his back before handing it to the teen. "Go make a difference." Devan looked down at the homeless shelter, FEAST's, address, and phone number written on the card. Before Devan could question any further, Stephen had disappeared through a gateway back to the Sanctum.

Wong walked into the main sitting room, greeted by a pathetic-looking Stephen. His head was buried in his crossed arms and his hands were swaddled in ice packs. There was a bottle of pain relievers with a glass of water beside him on the table. "Hands bothering you that bad?"

"Mhm," Stephen mumbled, not bothering to look up.

Wong eyed him skeptically, "I thought you just went to the store to get ingredients for an Apple Crisp. You've only been talking about it for the past week."

Stephen once again mumbled, "mhm."

Sighing, Wong pulled up a chair to the table and took one of Stephen's hands in his own. When Wong starts to massage little circles across the back of Stephen's hand, he tenses with a small noise of pain before relaxing to the soothing motions. "How'd you get your hands so sore? I thought they only acted up on rainy or cold days?"

Barely peeking over his makeshift pillow, Stephen said, "had to perform CPR."

Wong paused in shock for a second, "why?"

Sitting up now, Stephen explained, "A boy's, who I assume to be grandfather, went into cardiac arrest, so I helped him."

"And by help, you mean you were stubborn and did the CPR by yourself." Wong chastised, switching to Stephen's other hand.

"No one offered," Stephen said. Wong just sighs, exasperated at his friend's self-sacrificial nature, and continues to massage his hand.

After a few minutes, he stands up to find the heating pads. "Go take a nap and use these," Wong says, "I'll cover your Sanctum duties for the rest of the day as long as you promise to actually take care of yourself."

Smiling slightly, Stephen took the heating pads with a small "thanks" before heading to bed. In a few hours, he'd wake up to the smell of Wong baking Apple Crisps.

#I've Got a Pulse #whumptober2022 #no. 6 #doctor strange #stephen strange #dr strange #wong #male original characters #marvel #marvel fanfic #doctor strange fanfic #stephen strange fanfic #fanfic #stephen is a doctor #hurt stephen strange #protective wong #wong is a good friend #mckiwiwrites

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