Y/n is the daughter of Stephen Strange. She has a normal life, well what people see of it. She goes to high school and hangs out with her friends. But she's also helping her dad fight a new evil, Alleneus a powerful wizard who will stop at nothing t...
"Y/n!" Peter screamed as Alleneus stabbed her. Time froze. He ran to her but she was already dead. Peter woke up suddenly. It had been a week since Y/n died. Today was the funeral. He checked his alarm clock starting to cry. It was 4 am. He had been having the same nightmare over and over for the last seven days. Y/n would die again and he couldn't do anything to stop it. ... It was later that day. Only two hours before he had to be at Dr. Strange, now the only Strange's house. He stepped out of his room and saw Aunt May in the kitchen cooking something. "Hey Peter how are doing buddy?" She asked. He had told her what happened that night. He couldn't remember most of the night. He was in shock. He did remember after a few blurry hours of crying dr.strange taking him home and telling May what happened. He skipped school and stayed in his room. "I'm fine." He lied sitting at the kitchen table. May placed a plate of pancakes in front Peter but he pushed it away. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." He said. May sighed. "Promise me you'll eat something at lunch." She said hugging him. "I promise." He said and went back to his room to get ready. ... He finally got to Dr.Stranges house and knocked. Strange opened the door. "Hey Peter." He said tiredly. Letting him in. For once he was wearing normal clothes. He was wearing a black suit instead of his usual wizard thing. "Hi Mr.Strange." Peter replied walking in noticing all the people in the room. There had to be at least one hundred people probably more. "When a master of the mystic arts dies sh-they" Strange started to explain to Peter his voice breaking a little bit. "At their funeral every master or student attends." He finished. Peter nodded looking up at Dr.Strange. He had bags under his eyes and he looked extremely tired. 'Duh Peter his daughter just died and he couldn't do anything to save her.' Peter thought trying not to cry. "You know your the only normal person here." Strange said slightly smiling. "Everyone else is, you called it a wizard right?" He asked. "Yeah." Peter said smiling sadly. The rest was a blur. When he was about to leave Strange stopped him. "Peter I know how hard this has been. But if Y/n had any friends at school could you just tell them she moved and lost her phone or something." He said trying not to cry but failed. "I will. I'm sorry. This is all my fault." Peter said tears stinging his eyes. "It's not your fault." Dr.Strange said putting a hand on Peters shoulder. "See you around kid." He said and walked away. ... When he got home he changed into a sweatshirt and jeans. "Peter?" May asked on the other side of the door. "There's someone here to see you." She said when he opened the door.
"Mr.Stark?"
"Hey kid. How you holding up?" Tony asked walking into his room. "I'm fine." "Pete you cant lie to me." Tony sighed. "It's just. She died and it's all my fault." Peter said starting to cry. "It's ok kid." Tony said hugging Peter. Peter started to feel slightly better. "Thanks Mr.Stark."
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