Marvel x Reader Shorts!

Day 14- Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange had watched as Y/N rose in the ranks of sorcery. He watched as they learned the basics and found their "Item", as Y/N called it. Y/N's item was a dagger, one that always found its mark. People had been afraid of them. Nobody could ever beat them in a fight, except Strange. He found their weakness; illusions. If he made hundreds of copies of himself, the probability that they could hit his real physical form was diminished.
That had made Y/N despise Strange. He was the one who found their weakness, he was the one to always worm his way into their circle. They could take anyone on except for him.
On the other hand, Strange had grown to love Y/N. They had a fiery temper and he knew it. He had felt the brunt of the flames. He also knew that they would throw themselves into fights they could not win.
Like that one night the week before.
He was sleeping when he heard something crashing through the hallways. He stood quickly and pulled on some semblance of presentable clothes. He opened his door quietly and followed the noises, expecting to find a thief that had made their way into the compound, only to find Y/N. Bleeding. Badly.
He rushed forward and helped them stand straight.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" He asked, assessing the situation. As he searched their form for injury he found a large gash in their side.
"I'm fine." Y/N grunted, staggering a few steps forward again, before falling to the ground. He helped them up again.
"No, you're not. Let me take you to the infirmary." He tried to take their arm over his shoulders so he could help them stand.
"I don't need your help!" Y/N yelled. They pulled away from him, only to trip and hit the floor.
"Yes you do." Stephen made up his mind and picked Y/N up, carrying them to the infirmary before setting them on an examination table. He spent thirty minutes in tense silence, stitching up the gash in their side as well as treating other cuts and punctures on their body.
Y/N had been given some sort of anesthetic by Stephen which made them slightly loopy. So they nodded off several times in Strange's arms as he carried them back to their room. As he laid them down on their bed they asked him a question he ultimately left unanswered.
"Why are you always so nice to me?"