"Doctor Sparkles I'll call you," Wrong Number AU

A Good Kid

Ten minutes later, a doctor comes striding in, a kind smile on her face. For a moment, he hopes that the small man comes in after but finds it disappointing when no sign of the eccentric billionaire.

He closes his eyes, the image of Stark’s eyes flashing in his head. They looked sad, the only thing showing emotion. It’s no surprise that Stark hides his emotions, Strange does the same thing, except he pushes people away and leaves them hurt. The question is Why. Why was Stark so sad? His hands were red, the type of irritation that you see when you scrub your skin too hard.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when the doctor cuts through. “Mr. Stark says he has business matters to attend to.” She explains, slipping on a pair of medical gloves and starts her check up.

“Your injuries were very severe, Mr. Strange.”

“Doctor.”

She flushes. “Sorry, Dr. Strange.” “May I ask how you got these? I mean, they don’t look-”

“No. It’s confidential.”

“Right. Well, give it a few days, Dr. Strange and you can leave. Stark Industries will cover your hospital costs and travel fees.”

He nods, feeling bored out of his mind.

He projects himself into his astral form, letting his body rest and floats around, grudgingly impressed by the style of the tower.

He stops when he hears two voices chatting away, one young and one that sounds like Stark himself.He stops when he turns the corner to find a young boy, looks to be about 15-16, talking animatedly to a certain billionaire who watches the boy with fondness. Is that Stark’s son?

“-and then this really scary guy, I think he was in the newspapers once. Oh and he was ex-military which explains how coordinated and ruthless he was, like fighting off the bad guys!”

“Really?” He questions, keeping the conversation going.

“Mhm! Said his name was Castle. What a scary man. How are you feeling now, Mr. Stark?”

“Told you kid, I’m fine. How’s school going?”

Stephen leaves.

For a week, he’s in the tower, bored out of his mind and letting his body heal itself. There’s a lapse in his memory, courtesy of the concussion he got from slamming his head against the metal table where he had fallen. Honestly, he didn’t even mean to come here, he just opened a portal to prevent himself from dying. It was just bad luck, (or so he thought) that he landed here. It’s on the last night at Stark’s place that he looks up when a light knock startles him out of his spirling thoughts. “Uh, sorry to disturb you, sir. But I uh, I got you a sandwich from this really good sandwich shop, and I didn’t know if you were allergic to anything so I got you like, the sandwich that you can’t get wrong. If you don’t like it, that’s totally okay, I’ll have it myself but I got you this to make you feel better.” The boy rambles nervously, cheeks flushing a dusty pink. He tries to smile. “Thank you…” “Oh, uh, Peter. Peter Parker.” He introduces, his eyes wide with admiration. “I’ve seen you on the news before, you’re that guy that flies around with a cape?”

“Dr. Stephen Strange.”

“Cool, is that your like, made up name?”

He laughs nervously when he gets sent a deadpan expression.

“Well, uh, I just wanted to give you the sandwich, have a good night, Dr. Strange!” With that, he bounds off, unknowing to the small fond smile that stretches across the man's lips when he looks down at the sandwich.

What a good kid.