Stephen Strange's son, Cameron Strange, was trained as an agent of SHIELD, but after his father pulled some strings, he gets recruited for the Avengers. With three PhDs and one doctorate, they still call him Dr. Strange.
He came from a fling Strang...
"I'm Peter Parker," he said, extending his hand for me to shake.
"Cameron Strange," I took his hand and kissed the back of it, earning a blush from him. My curly hair fell into my eyes and I moved it out of the way. Tony seemed to ignore this.
"He's being modest," he said, catching his attention. "He's a doctor and has three PhDs. He's outta your league, move along," Tony said. I saw a hint of disappointment flash in his eyes. To resolve that, I winked at him and nodded no.
This seemed to cheer him up, and his eyes shone with a newfound brightness. Tony walked away with me following closely behind. He read up on the file to pretend he was doing something and avoid small talk. He spoke anyway.
"When did you get your doctorate?" he asked as we turned a right to make it to Bruce's office.
"Sixteen. I had to do it all online, too. Considering, you know," I flapped my wings a little to punctuate my sentence. His response was a quiet, 'oh' as we stepped into what I assumed was Dr. Banner's office. Before we went inside, Tony stopped me as my hand reached for the door handle.
"Banner, he's . . . sensitive about certain things," he reached for the door handle. "So only speak when you have to." We walked in and were greeted by warm eyes and a dorky, yet confident smile.
"You're Cameron?" he looked back down at his file and hummed. "Thought you'd be older. No matter." He picked up a 'Quantum Mechanics for Dummies' book and threw it at me with a small, 'catch,' and a smile.
Before I reacted, my hand shot up and white light engulfed the book, and I let it fall into my hand. I stood up straight and offered him the book back. "I think you dropped this."
I set the book down on a nearby table and hopped up next to it, my wings resting next to my swinging legs. I looked child-like. Tony walked out because of a phone call. Banner pulled out a blank paper, for note taking I assume and asked me some existential questions.
"What do you think of good and bad?" This was a new one.
"There is no such thing as good or bad. Only socially acceptable and socially unacceptable. After all, a hero is only as good as the villain pushes him to be. WHo is the antagonist in your story? If it's from your point of view; easy. Someone else's; not so easy. We, humans, are naturally narcissistic."
I could get philosophical when I felt like it. He raised his eyebrows at me and wrote something down.
"What does pain mean to you?"
"Pain. A noun. Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. As a verb, Cause mental or physical pain to something," I recited from the dictionary in my mind.
"I know the definition too, but what does it mean to you," he asked, leaning in slightly.
"Well, I believe that pain is no more than a social construct and once you get over it, it doesn't affect you anymore. I'm not saying its unhealthy or healthy to do so, but at some point, we all have to overcome something painful. Don't you agree?"
"Who do you think you are, giving me these vague answers?"
"I believe we all are simply masks over a damaged being. The masks make us feel accepted, sure, but alone, we know who we are. And knowing that we can't accept that only makes us want to put on a permanent mask. Only people who ask themselves questions like 'What is my greater purpose?' have really accepted their inner selves and shared it with others. And the answer to the previous question, of course, is that your greatest purpose you can fulfill is the acceptance of your true self," I absently twirled my hair with my finger, bored out of my mind.
"I meant that as a joke, but okay. Next question; what's up?" he asked, removing the serious look from his face. I smirked.
"The sky."
"Ha-ha, very funny," he ran his hands through his hair. "Seriously though, what is up? I saw you act like a knight saluting a princess when you met Spidey over there. Spill the tea," he said, bumping my shoulder lightly.
"There's no tea to spill. Sorry. I'll update you if anything happens though. I got a feeling we'll be the best of friends."
His eyes lit up as if watching a star explode. I smiled my dorky smile and hopped down from the table.
"Wanna see something cool?" I asked. He reluctantly nodded. I held out my hand, palm facing the sky. I focused most of my emotions into the light show.
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Orange, yellow, blue, and purple light erupted from my hand, washing the entire room with a brighter shade of colours for a couple of seconds.
"How do you do that?" he asked.
"Well, my body focuses its energy on gathering light photons and forcing them to travel through a special medium. My entire body is surrounded by this medium, being supernatural and stuff, and refracts the photons, depending on how much energy is put into creating the light. Normally, I don't have to focus that much energy. Only white or pale blue light comes out. Other times, like just now, I focused more energy into bending the light," I explained. The more I heard about myself, the more I realized i'm a lot like Maleficent from the live-action movie.
