you've got the nerve || ironstrange

01

     "Dad?", Peter shouted, "I don't think I can go to school today!" I gave a sigh, putting the pan back onto the stove. Quickly letting the pancake get some colour on the underside too, I took it out and turned the stove off, before answering: "Coming!"
     Walking up the stairs, I knocked at Peter's door and walked in once I heard him mutter a "Dad". "What's wrong?" I asked, but - judging by sight - all his legs were still attached, and his head wasn't blue either.
     "I just vomited.", he muttered, head laying on his pillow, finger pointing behind me, "In the bathroom." His face was blank, white as a paper, eyes bloodshot and blinking slowly.
     When I noticed his hair was soaking wet with sweat, I walked up to him fast, muttering: "Oh, Pete.", I gave a sigh, "Alright. I'll call work in a minute. Let's get you dressed. We're going to the doctor." Then, as Pete's eyelids were already fluttering shut, I added a quick "Just stay awake!", before I rushed over to grab a jacket from his wardrobe.

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     "Peter Stark to the doctor's office, please!" shouted a voice from the reception. I looked left, Peter's face finally getting a bit more rosy again, not white as a sheet of paper like before.
"Alright, you okay? Want me to help you?" I asked softly, grabbing his arm as he seemed rather wobbly on his legs. He gave a quiet nod, throwing me a thankful smile as we walked down the hallway, probably 20 eyes looking at us.
     Being the 'gay father of a gay child' in a conservative town definitely had it's own challenges.
     "Good morning, Mr. Stark and Mr. Stark Junior.", I heard an unfamiliar voice as we opened the door to the doctor's office and entered, "May I ask what's your name?"
     I watched Peter carefully as he sat down, before sitting down myself. Looking up, catching the doctor's hand in mine, I was sure my eyes literally widened when I looked into his eyes. Dark, almost black hair down to his ears, bangs framing his face perfectly. Two grey strands of hair on his sides, piercing eyes, sharp lips I desperately wanted to taste. Cheekbones I could cut myself with.
     "Tony." I mumbled, unable to take my eyes off him. "Who are you?"
     The doctor threw me a grin, as if it were normal to have the parents of their patients staring at him like he was god himself. "Doctor Strange. Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange." He answered, still shaking my hand.
     "I'm Peter." As if Pete did that on purpose (most likely to make me stop loosing my pants for that insanely hot Mr. Strange), said insanely hot Mr. Strange let my hand go immediately, shaking his instead.
     "What going on? How are you feeling?" The doctor asked him while sitting down again, seemingly patient.
     "I feel r-really-", he paused to clear his throat, then point at his belly, "-sick in my stomach. I had to vomit earlier this morning, but I still don't really feel better." He muttered, looking at him with discomfort in his eyes.
     "How would you feel about an examination?", Strange asked him, "Would you want to lie down over there?" He pointed at the armchair with his hand and gods above, was I close to attack him like an animal with rabies.
     "Yeah, if that helps." He got up while still speaking, sitting down on the chair on the other end of the room. Strange followed him, but I stood seated and rather enjoyed the view - which meant staring at the doctors ass in those perfectly white, mid rise jeans. White shirt tucked into his pants, statement belt holding it all together.
     Not even a minute later, he nodded while muttering: "..Aaaaalright." Holding his index finger up, Strange seemed lost in thoughts for a moment, before he finally continued: "Give me a minute, I'll get you something." Doctor Strange smiled at Pete, then looked at me before turning around and walking off into some other room.
     "Dad, I saw that." Pete muttered, judging me so obviously.
     "Have you seen that man?!", I whisper-shouted, "That's not even a man anymore, that's a fucking bear! With a brain! You know how I love big brain dads!"
I saw a brief smile on Peter's lips as he whisper-shouted back: "You've known him for 5 minutes! He could be married!" He paused, then: "You're so obsessed with men, that at that point you must be shitting rainbows."
     I had to grin at that. "Tinder is so cliche, Pete. Imagine saying that you found your big love because your son got sick." I muttered, pointing at the room Doctor Strange went into.
"You've read too many books, Dad."
     And with that the door opened again, Strange walking back into the main room. "Let's see..", he sat down on the chair in front of the table, typing some stuff into the computer, "20 drops of these, morning and evening. If you have that ongoing feeling of needing to vomit, you can take a pill of these, up until 4 a day if necessary." He wrote it onto the two boxes, barely legible - just like a doctor would.
     "Thank you." I said, and Strange looked up, right into my eyes. I heard Pete sighing in the background, and couldn't but smile.
     "You're welcome, Mr. Stark.", he gave me the boxes, getting up, "You'll have to pay for these up front. It's about 18$, I hope that's not a problem." And fucking hell, our damn fingers touched. It was like in one of those poorly made High-School romance movies. And I was the shy girl that fell hopelessly in love with the school's playboy.
     "Oh, it's not. Thanks." I answered, and literally felt my face heat up.
     "God, dad.", I heard Pete mumble under his breath, "Keep it in your pants, your son is sick." I wasn't sure if he heard that, but he for sure threw me a wink as I turned around and walked out.