Doctor Strange One Shots

Assistance - Part 1

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CONTEXT: After many years of assuming the role of Dr. Stephen Strange's assistant, (Y/n) is finally granted an opportunity to utilise her skills elsewhere in the hospital, and seeking a transfer of departments. But, for some reason, Stephen just wasn't a fan of the idea.

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"Uh, Strange-"

(Y/n) opened the door to Stephen's office, hands overflowing with paperwork and documents, to be met with the sight of the surgeon himself, shirt off, face stuck to a blonde woman who was making herself comfortable on his desk, blouse untidy and hair a mess.

The two unglued themselves once they registered (Y/n)'s presence, and the woman quickly stood, brushing her skirt down and trying her best to fix her hair.

Why do they always try and act like I didn't just see that?

But Stephen stood unbothered, and sighed at the disturbance.

He had, afterall, been disturbed by his assistant more than once.

So this was nothing new.

"(Y/l/n), how many times do I have to tell you? Knock first-"

"Stephen!? How dare you!"

(Y/n) exasperated reaction caught him off guard, and he tilted his head, brows knitting together in sheer and utter confusion.

"(Y/n), what are you-"

"First, I find out you have a wife?! And now some 'blonde bimbo' (no offence) is locked in your office with you, after you told me we couldn't be together because your wife is expecting?!?"

(Y/n) gave in and threw the pile of papers onto the floor in mock distress, letting them rain down around her as she conjured a tear or two for show, standing, quite pathetically, 'sobbing'.

To some, this may seem mean.

But being Stephen Strange's assistant seemed to come with more limitations than benefits. And this so happened to be one of them; accidentally disturbing his 'private meetings'.

So, who said she couldn't have some fun once in a while?

"No- What are you-"

But Stephen couldn't finish his sentence due to the woman's palm sharply slapping his face. His hand reached his cheek, gently rubbing the now reddening skin as he turned to look at the blonde, who simply glared, huffed, and stormed out of his office, paying no mind as she passed by (Y/n), who was now hiding behind her white coat's sleeve, trying her hardest not to crack.

And once the door clicked shut, she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach occasionally and finding a wall or shelf to lean on.

"That was incredibly unnecessary."

Stephen glared, searching for his shirt as he watched (Y/n) start to pick up some of the documents.

"Oh- But that was incredibly fun."

She spoke through her laughter, trying to calm her state as she watched Stephen resume to a more serious stance, his shirt now on. And once all the papers were neatly back in her arms, she turned to find the surgeon sat at his desk, looking pointedly at her.

"Can I help you? Or did you just get bored and want to annoy me- as per usual?"

"Hey!-"

(Y/n) started towards his desk, a playful smirk on her lips as she approached, seeing his features analyse her every move.