Strange Connection (Stephen Strange x OC)

Chapter 1

It had been several months since Stephen Strange had bargained with Dormamu. Now, he was not only the protector of the New York Sanctum, but without a reigning Sorcerer Supreme, he was helping lead the order in an informal manner. He split his time between New York and Kamar Taj and handled various incidents as they arose around the Earth.

He wasn't, however, prepared to deal with this particular problem.

"Wong, why isn't the wi-fi working?" he asked as he attempted to pull something up the dusty old computer that sat in the corner of the library. It was rarely used before he came around, and if he didn't know better, he'd swear it was as old as some of the books. Stephen, however, found research in the present day as helpful as research in the ancient texts, and had started using it more.

"It's been out for a week now."

"And? Why has no one fixed it?"

"Master Mordo was the most adept and responsible for keeping up with it. His absence means no technical support."

"There's no one else in the Order capable of fixing the wi-fi?"

"Apparently not."

Stephen sighed. "Another thing I suppose I'm responsible for figuring out?"

"Not exactly on the job description, but if you want it fixed that badly, yes."

The next day, Stephen sat in the library/office of the New York Sanctum, having finally decided his best bet on finding a solution to his current problem. He picked up the phone and dialed a number he'd not used before.

"Hey, Mr. Wizard! I didn't think I'd ever see your name pop up on my phone."

Stephen sighed again. "Mr. Stark. I am the Protector of the New York Sanctum, a Master of the Mystic Arts, I am not a Wizard, I don't wear a pointy hat, nor do I do science tricks—whichever reference you were making with that nickname—both can be dispensed with. Please, just call me Doctor Strange."

"Still haven't gained a sense of humor, I see. What can I do for you, Doc?"

"I have a problem, and I was hoping that the vast resources of Stark Industries might be of assistance."

"You are asking me for help? You need some hi-level tech, Doc?"

"Not exactly—"

"What is it then?"

"Tech support is more like it."

"Pardon?"

"Believe it or not, Kamar-Taj has wi-fi. However, it's been down for a week and the Master who was responsible for it's upkeep is no longer with the Order."

"Ah, I see. So you're coming to owner of the largest tech conglomerate in the world to ask for help with the wifi?"

"I understand that this is a bit...beneath you. But really, I was hoping perhaps you might have an employee in your IT division that perhaps we could...borrow... I assume all your employees undergo rigorous background checks and are used to unusual occurrences with the whole superhero/Avengers thing."

"So you're looking for someone who won't ask a lot of questions about magic spells and potions being conjured up around them while they're fixing your wi-fi?"

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Something like that..."

"Say no more, Doc. I think I have just the IT professional for you."

Finally, it seemed, Tony was going to give the Master of Mystic Arts a break. "Not that I don't trust you, but can you send him to New York for an interview?"

"She is currently based at our New York Facility. Shouldn't be a problem."

"She?"

"Is that a problem, Doc? Didn't know you Magic Masters could be so sexist. Though perhaps this explains—"

"It's not a problem, just a surprise. How soon can I expect her?"

"I'll make contact with her and have her come over this afternoon, say 2pm."

"Thank you for your help."

"No problem, I'll call in the favor sometime."