Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or Doctor Strange (really, anything Marvel related = I don't own)

A/N My version of Doctor Strange is based off of his animated movie verse and of his animated appearances. I haven't read the comics about him, so…. Be warned.

Strange and Stark

Ch.1 Two Strange-rs meet

Doctor Stephen Strange, sorcerer supreme, and master of the mystical arts, slowly became conscious. The first thing he noticed was that he was cold. Not at all what someone would expect when in their own bed…

He decided to ignore the feeling and turned onto his side. That's when he noticed something was really wrong. Wherever he was lying was really uncomfortable, and seemed to aggravate his wounds… "Wait, wounds?" he thought groggily, "When did I get hurt?"

His wounds consisted of his head screaming bloody murder at him (although he wasn't sure whether to contribute that to the sticky feeling around his head or the weird taste of his mouth or both), a cut on his finger (a paper cut…), and a slight burning feeling around his wrists. He's really not sure what could've caused the last… but he was probably kidnapped based on the first.

The sorcerer decided to investigate his surroundings by going into his astral form, instead of risk showing his captors that he was awake. He prepared his magic to be able to leave his body… nothing happened… expect for the burning feeling increased.

Without being able to use his magic, the situation became a lot worse for Stephen… and a lot scarier too. He mulled over the reason for his power's sudden disappearance. Finally, he decided that the loss of his magic was due to the burning feeling around his wrists, and that his magic wasn't really gone, it was only contained.

Strange focused on his wrists, and could feel something touching them. It was something unusual, not something which was part of his usual sleeping regalia, and seemed to be made of metal, for the slight chill it gave off... great, nothing that he would be able to get off himself.

He breathed a sigh and decided to risk it. He opened his eyes, or tried to. One of his eyes was glued shut with his own blood. Well, at least that confirmed his head wound theory… He would have to do without his right eye for now.

Once his eye was opened, he began taking in details. He was aided in his endeavor by the soft blue light filling the… cell. He wondered where it was coming from. He glanced to his left where the light seemed strongest, and was very surprised at the answer.

Not only did they have to kidnap him, sorcerer supreme, but they also kidnapped Iron man? Who even does that? It's not like the two had even met before… or really had anything in common besides from both of them used to be jerks… not that Stark would know that… or anything about Strange really.

After the initial surprise, Strange continued examining his cell mate. He seemed to be turning and tossing under the throes of a nightmare. All the light (that was coming from his chest?) did was shadow his face and give it an unearthly appearance combined with his perpetual grimace. Stark, unlike him, wasn't wearing pajamas. He seemed to be wearing a grease-stained t-shirt and jeans, which, compared to Strange's own outfit of a black sleeping shirt and boxers all under a bright red dressing gown, appeared infinitely better.

Except for the blood on Stark's white shirt showed up a lot easier than the blood on Strange's dressing gown, because, lo and behold, Tony Stark also appeared to have a head injury. This did no wonders for their chance to escape, with him having no usable magic, and Stark possibly waking up with a concussion.

Stark definitely had a concussion, proved by the fact that he vomited as soon as he shot awake. Unfortunately for Stephen, he was in the path of it….

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Waking up from a nightmare isn't pleasant… waking up from a nightmare only to vomit is even less pleasant…. Waking up from a nightmare to vomit to find that you were kidnapped is not fun… and even less pleasant. Of course, that was the situation that Tony Stark AKA Iron man, happened to find himself in.

Oh, and he had a concussion if his head was anything to go by. It felt as if it would explode and was a lot worse than many of his hangovers over the years.

He groaned and evaluated his surroundings… he was in a cell of some sort along with some guy whose right arm seemed to be covered in barf…oops. This guy seemed to be in sleeping clothes. They both were handcuffed, though the other guy also had a couple of bracelets on. He only managed to hold back a chuckle at the gravity of the situation.

The guy… he should really stop calling him that. The man had dark black hair with highlights of grayish/silver. He also had black facial hair in the form of a slight beard and mustache which connected by the sides of his mouth. Oh, and he was staring at him with dark green eyes, wait, no eye. One of them was closed shut with blood.

Tony looked the man in the eye and mumbled incoherently, "S'ry for vom-m-mit-tin-g 'n 'ou." Tony reached up to feel his head, a plan formulating in his mind.

The man looked like he actually understood his speech. "Well, you do seem to have a concussion. How's your head feeling?" he said, looking worried.

Tony answered with an eloquent, "Bad." He continued to search his hair, stopping only when he found the desired bobby pin and took it out, concealing it from sight of any cameras.

Thankfully, the other person managed to keep an even expression when he saw the bobby pin. Good. Now all that was left was to get these pesky handcuffs off…

After a minute and a half, both of Tony's wrists were free. He then started slowly crawling over to his companion. Tony was able to free his fellow prisoner within a minute of reaching him.

Tony had expended a lot of energy staying awake and helping out. He passed out before thirty seconds had gone by after his companion was freed.

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Stephen was, to say the least, a little annoyed when he was barfed on. He managed to keep his face mostly stoic though. At least Stark woke up.

Then Strange proceeded to ask him how he was feeling after he managed to stutter an apology to him. Stark actually seemed nicer than the tabloids said… not that he read those or anything.

Soon after, despite obviously having a concussion, Stark still managed to pick-lock their handcuffs… which Strange really should've noticed before then. Then Stark passed out. That is not a good sign for him. There was one consolation though; Stark's pupils weren't different sizes, so it's not as serious as it could be.

He sighed. He needed to find a way out of here and bring his new ally with him. If only he had a phone… recently, he had convinced his friend Wong to get one. He knew Wong's number, and Wong would actually be really helpful in helping them escape. The only people who had phones were likely to be the guards… it looks like he'll have to take one out.

For that purpose, he started banging on the door and yelling, loudly, "Guard! Guard! Something's wrong with him. He just vomited on me and fainted!" Although Stephen didn't have a weapon on hand, he was prepared to make do with tripping the guard and then handcuffing them.

The guard soon started walking towards the cacophony. He yelled, "Alright, Alright!" and didn't say anything more as he made to unlock the door. Once he pushed open the door, Strange quickly stuck his leg in front of him as he prepared to walk.

The guard didn't see it coming. He tripped and then was down for the count, having managed to hit his head on the floor. Strange still cuffed him, he didn't like taking chances.

Stephen made quick work of his pockets and soon found a phone. It was dead, a burner phone, its minutes having run out. He sighed and continued searching. He quickly found the guard's real phone. He dialed Wong's number and pressed enter.

Wong answered on the third ring. "Hello?" Wong inquired.

Stephen rushed out, "Wong, it's me Stephen. I need your help. Can you trace this call and come over here as quickly as you can?"

"Stephen! I've been so worried, what happened? I couldn't tr-," Wong replied.

Strange cut Wong off, "No time for explanations. Just get over here, we need to leave."

"We?!" Wong questioned.

"Please hurry, my friend." Stephen reflected.

Wong hung up. Strange started to hear footsteps. It was a race against time. Stephen decided to pick Stark up. He's actually surprisingly heavy with how thin he looks.

Wong arrives by teleportation, just before the door is opened and throws up a shield. He then grabs Strange and teleports out, bullets going through where the three were mere seconds ago.

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A few seconds later, all three arrived within the Sanctum Sanctorum, Doctor Strange's strange abode. It has the general aura of a haunted house (there really are ghosts in this house) and yet also has the regality of a mansion.

Strange turned towards Wong, careful not to stir Tony in the process. "Wong," he asked, "Can you please fetch me my medical kit and a couple of bowls of water please?" At Wong's nod, Strange started down the hall to one of the guest bedrooms.

He entered the room and set Stark down on the bed. Then he continued on to the bathroom across the hall. He decided he would rather use both eyes. Strange washed the blood off his face, dried it off, and went back.

By the time he was back in the room, Wong was waiting for him. Strange nodded his thanks and set to work.

First he took Stark's pulse. It was fine. He then looked into his eyes again. They were still normal, good. Last of all, he cleaned up Stark's head wound and wrapped a bandage around it.

He then asked Wong to call the Avengers and tell them to come over here. Right after the call was finished, Wong spoke, "Stephen, perhaps you should get cleaned up before our guests arrive…"

Strange looked down at himself. He was wearing vomit-and-blood-covered pajamas. Yep… he should change… and shower. Not to mention that he should take care of his own head wound.

So that's what he went to do.

A/N I read up on concussions online, but if I'm wrong, please tell me. Also, I'd really appreciate it if someone told me Doctor Strange's different spell phrases, like 'Eye of Agamotto' or 'Shield of Seraphim'.