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IronStrange
Tony Stark and Stephen Strange
Marvel
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Stephen Strange's PoV -

Using my magic to keep my hands steady I carefully remove a bullet lodged in the head of an important U.S. general. I drop the bullet on the small tray beside me. It lands with a pleasant tink and I finish the procedure by sealing the wound. The soldier should be okay after a few weeks, I expect him to make a full recovery.

     Once I'm done with the patent I remove my gloves and gown and carefully wash my hands. I allow the spell to slip away making my hands shake once again. A dull ache runs through my hands and arms from the stress of the spell but I don't mind much. I'm helping people and it's nice to be back in business again. I do some charting before leaving for the night. It's well after my shift. The midnight crew just arrived. I gave the doctor on duty a quick report before heading to the break room to grab my jacket. As I pass my boss's office I can't help but to notice that the lights are still on. Why is he still here? He's normally so routine, the lights are never on. Then I hear voices from inside the office. I shouldn't ease drop but my curiosity gets the better of me.

"So you'll have your team start the operation tomorrow?"

"I don't suppose I have much of a choice in the matter." I recognize my bosses' voice.

"Not if you know what's good for you. Everyone is pretty serious about trying out this new operation. Even if it is against the patient's will. This has the potential to save lives and if the operation doesn't succeed then we have simply lost one life."

"Very well. I'll have my team on it first thing in the morning." My boss replies, seemingly defeated.

     I hear footsteps approaching the door. I quickly use a cloaking spell to hide myself from view. I watch in the shadows as a tall lanky man in a black suit struts out of the office. He holds an air of importance. He bids my boss goodnight and quickly strides across the abandoned dining hall to the exit on the other side. I quietly sneak into the break room to grab my jacket still trying to process this new information. I obviously overheard something I wasn't meant to hear. Is the government forcing us to operate on a patient against their will? That's a violation of my oath! I create a portal to the sanctum still processing this information.

     I lay in bed wide awake thinking about the conversation I had overheard. By the time my alarm goes off in the morning I have barely slept a wink. I quickly down a cup of tea and some toast before changing from my sorcerer clothes to my scrubs. I portal to the broom closet of the hospital. I quietly exit the small closet closing the portal behind me. The halls are still dark and the hospital seems nearly abandoned. I hear some chatter amongst the third shift CNAs from down the hall but all else is quiet. I make my way to the break room to clock in.

     Once clocked in I make my way to the nurses station to receive report. I find the doctor on duty talking with some EMTs who just brought in a patient currently laying seemingly unconscious on a cot. The doctor leads the EMTs to an available room where the new patient will likely be staying. I wait for their conversation to get over and for the EMTs to leave. By now the rest of my crew has joined me behind the nurses station. The doctors and nurses give a quick report to us before heading home. I learn that this new patients name is Tony Stark and that he has shrapnel lodged in his chest. Apparently the patient is not mentally stable meaning he must be handcuffed to the bed at all times. I find his case to be quite odd. Most patients, even the mentally unstable ones, never qualify for restraints. Regardless, he is not my problem, I do not deal with cardiac patients as I work in the neurological department.

     A half hour passes and I'm humming along to "Dream On" by Aerosmith while I carefully chip away at a large tumor on an elderly patient. The door suddenly slams open an older blond haired nurse, I believe her name is Patty, exclaims, "Dr. Strange we need your assistance in the cardiac surgery room ASAP!"

     "What about my patient?" I question.

     "I'll take over," my colleague states.

     I hurriedly lay my tools down and disrobe. I wash my hands quickly and follow the nurse. She briefs me as we walk, "The patient is Tony Stark. He has shrapnel lodged in his chest. Some pieces are near microscopic. The patient is mentally unstable and his arms and legs are restrained. Any questions?"

     "Yes, why am I helping in cardiology?" I ask.

     "You have the steadiest hands of all the doctors and this case is going to take perfect precision. Dr. Bard our normal cardiac doctor opened him up and decided he was not qualified for the job." She explained.

     We were at the operating room now. We entered to find several nurses and Dr. Bard hovered over the patient. "Oh, Dr. Strange, thank you for hurrying over," Bard speaks while I quickly gown up, "did Pat brief you on your way here?"

     I nod. I take my place at the operating table feeling only mildly out of place and suddenly missing the staff I'm used to in my department. The patient is in their late 40s and in my opinion quite handsome though he does look badly injured.

I start by removing the more obvious pieces of debris. Some are lodge deep into his heart. I call for more blood as he is loosing it fast. Then I move on to the smaller shrapnel. The process takes hours. Some pieces take multiple minutes to extract as I try to avoid harming the patient more. Suddenly, an alarm goes off followed by the intercom. All available staff to the cafeteria now! A CNA burst through the door, "There is a huge riot going on in the cafeteria, we need backup!"

Nearly everyone vacates the room only leaving me with one colleague. Obviously, I can't leave so I just continue my work. The alarms are still sounding and apparently that's enough to wake the sedated patient up. His blood pressure spikes. "We need sedation stat," I request.

"The nurse anesthetist is in the cafe," my colleague states.

"W-what's going on," Tony groggily states still under the effects of the heavy anesthetic.

"You're safe, I'm taking the debris out of your heart, we will get you some more medicine to help you sleep," I calmly state.

My colleague placed a O2 mask onto the patient. Suddenly, he begins to freak out trying to yank his arms free of the restraints. I quickly remove the probes from his heart before he could inflict anymore damage. "Take that off him now!"

She does so. "Go find the nurse anesthetist!" I ask of her before she hurries away.

"Why are you doing this to me! Release me you ass!" Tony tugs at his restraints.

"Your okay, I'm trying to help you," I grit my teeth.

"Listen here, bitch, if you were helping me I wouldn't be chained to this table!"

"No, you listen here asshole, I am trying to say your ass so calm down!" I loose control of my temper.

"Your one of those government people trying to place a battery and a tracking device in my heart aren't you," he continues in a rage, "mark my words if I survive this I will hunt you down!"

The nurse has finally arrived. She quickly administers the anesthesia and I breath a sigh of relief. Then something clicks in my mind. Maybe Tony is the patient that my boss was talking about last night. I'm not sure I can go through with this procedure but if I don't then he will surely die. How do I allow myself to get into these predicaments. I simi-reluctantly continue the surgery. Hours later and scans reveal that I have successfully removed every last piece of debris from Tony. "Okay, we're home free, let's seal him up. Pass me the stitches," I state.

"Not so fast," my boss who has been helping with the procedure since after the cafeteria riot states, "He has special orders for a cardiac assistant to be administered."

"You mean a car battery?" I reply.

"They work similar, yes, but this is much more sophisticated," my boss states, "this is a revolutionary piece of medicine."

"By revolutionary you mean untested and likely deadly. Also, I will have you know the patient requested for no such device to be implanted," I advocate.

"Strange what has gotten into you, you should be proud to implant this life changing device. Besides this man is incapable of expressing his needs, he is mentally unstable."

"He was talking fine earlier, I don't want his blood on my hands," I growl.

"Fine, I can just implant it myself," my boss states.

"No, can do. That goes against my oath," I remove my bloody glove and quickly form shields in my hands.

"Step away from the patient, Strange," my boss warns.

I stand firm prepared to fight for this man. My boss approaches with the awful device. I force him back. "Security!" he calls into his walky talky, "arrest Strange."

     The others in the room stand idly huddled in the corners. "Don't think I didn't hear you last night talking to that government agent. They are going against this man's will and disguising him as mentally unable!" I fend off an attack.

     I grab the stitches necessary to save Tony. I quickly cast a circle preventing anyone from interfering with my work. Hurriedly but effectively I stich the wound and clean it. My circle is starting to falter as security and my boss pounds at it with various weapons. Typically a patient in Tony's state would be allowed several days of care and rest before being released but he's going to have to toughen it out. I cast a spell to release Tony's bindings. I gingerly pick him up. I break my circle just long enough to make a portal. I step into the line of fire to enter the portal. A bullet pierces my lower back but I'm used to pain. I can suffer it for a while longer to make sure Tony is safe.

     The portal leads me to the sanctum and I carry Tony to the guest room where I place him in the bed and tuck him in. He will be safe here and this will be a good place for him to recover. Dizziness starts to overtake me. Probably a combination of the bullet wound as well as using my magic extensively. Maybe I really should tend to that wound. I stand from my crouching position next to Tony's bed to make my way to the first aid kit. Another strong wave of dizziness overcomes me and I black out.

     Shit. Shit. Shit. I astral project out of my body where I inspect the wound. It's worse than I thought. The bullet must have fell out. Now with nothing to cork the blood I am bleeding out quite rapidly. I search the sanctum for Wong. I can't seem to find him anywhere meaning he is probably out running errands. My astral self can not effect the physical world so that means I will have to wake Tony if I want to continue living. I float back to Tony. "Stark! Stark! Stark!" I yell as loud as I can.

     I try to shake him awake knowing fully well I'm not able to do that in the astral. "Stark!"

     "Oh, it's the asshole doctor, what do you want!" Stark finally wakes.

     "Yes, I'm the asshole doctor that just saved you life, twice! Now I'm asking you to save mine. My body is passed out on the floor and I have a bullet wound on my back that I received while saving you from getting a car battery in your chest, your welcome. Now I need you to apply pressure to the wound till I am able to get back into my body." Surprisingly, not questioning me he complies and I already feel life coming back to me.

     About a minute passes before I can enter my body again. "T-thank you..." I choke out in my still dying form. I open a portal to a hospital across town. "Take me t-to the h-hospital, please," once again Stark complies and carries me through the portal.

     I close the portal before another wave of dizziness causes me to blackout. I don't bother wasting energy on astral projecting. Somehow I trust Tony to take care of me.

     I wake presumably hours later seeing that it is now night. "Wizard, you're awake!"

     I'm surprised to see Tony sitting in a chair next to my hospital bed. "I'm surprised to see you here. Also, why wizard?"

     "Come on, you said it yourself, you saved my life so I just wanted to make sure I did a good enough job saving your's. You are a wizard are you not?" Stark comments in his usual snarky tone that I somehow find quite sexy.

     "Firstly, I saved your ass twice so you still owe me. Secondly, I'm Sorcerer Supreme not a simple wizard." I reply sassily.

     "Oh, excuse me your magical highness," Stark smirks at me and I can't help but to feel my heart jump.

     He gently takes my hand, "Seriously, thank you for protecting me. The government essentially kidnapped me and told me I was going to be force into that experiment and when I resisted they tranquilized me."

     I smile and lightly squeeze his hand, "As a doctor and as Sorcerer Supreme I took an oath to do no harm and I wish to honor that oath till my death."

     "Thank you, wizard."

     Days pass and I've recovered enough to go home. Tony kindly drives me back to the sanctum since I don't feel quite up to using magic yet. He helps me inside and to my bed where we plan to meet each other in three days for coffee. I fall asleep feeling excited for the next time I can see Tony.

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This is the idea I went off of. As always, I do not own these characters as they belong to Marvel.