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This prompt is from Starla22 on Fanfiction - What if a young Peter got forgotten somewhere like at the hospital and he meets Stephen after Stephen learns mythical arts.

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Doctor Mystic Arts

Peter stared at the blue cast that encased him arm. His little fingers poked out the end and Peter gave them a little wiggle. It had been forever since the doctor had put a cast on his arm (and asked him questions in a voice that made Peter feel like a baby. He was ten!) and told him to wait and Peter was starting to feel heavy. At first the blue cast had seemed awesome and he couldn't wait to show everyone at school. But now he felt tired, heavy and he wanted to go home.

Peter looked at the clock on the wall and saw that another ten minutes had passed. He kicked his legs on the bed, wondering how much longer it would take his dad, Tony Stark, to come and collect him. Peter hadn't thought it would take that long. In fact, Peter was surprised that his dad hadn't arrived yet. The last time Peter had ended up in the hospital with half his class due to food poisoning (and it had taken Peter months before he was able to eat food from the cafeteria again) his dad had all but broken down the doors to and threatened to sue the school and have Iron Man pay them a visit.

Now, with a broken arm that he got at school in gym class, his dad was nowhere to be seen. In fact, nobody had come by to check on him at all. Peter was beginning to wonder if they had forgotten him. Carefully, Peter wiggled himself off the bed and landed on the floor. He stumbled on the landing, his body tilting with the new heaviness of his arm. He managed to right himself and shuffled away from the bed.

The emergency room was bustling with nurses and Peter looked around for a familiar face. There was no sign of his dad which only confirmed to Peter that they had forgotten to call him. No way would Tony Stark leave his son waiting in the emergency room alone. Peter knew that if his dad couldn't make it, Uncle Rhodey or Pepper would be there for him.

The thought of his dad, Pepper and Uncle Rhodey sent a pang of longing through Peter. He wanted to go home. Squaring his shoulders, Peter walked away from the bed they had given him and started to make his way to the nurse's station. Maybe one of them could call his dad for him.

Weaving in and around everyone's hurried steps, Peter hurried to the nurse's station only to find that it was empty. Pouting, Peter looked around for someone in scrubs when his eyes caught sight of something strange.

A man was walking through the emergency room with purpose, wearing strange robes and a red cloak. His face was set in determination, his eyes flickering around the room as though he was looking for someone too. He strode up to the nurse's station, a slight frown to his face as he found no one there.

"Are you looking for a nurse too?" Peter asked. He spotted blood on the man's eyebrow, trailing down his temple but the man didn't seem too bothered by it.

The man's eyes snapped down to him and trailed over his body, finally landing on Peter's cast. He looked back at Peter's eyes and spoke with a deep, rumbling voice. "You should be in a bed."

"I was," Peter said. With his good hand, he pointed. "You're bleeding."

"Yes," the man agreed.

"Does it hurt?" Peter dropped his hand to it rested by his side once more.

"No."

"Whoa," Peter breathed. "That's so badass! I broke my arm," he shifted to show the man he sling. "It really hurt. I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Stark."

The man's eyes widened slightly before narrowing. "Doctor Stephen Strange."

Peter perked up. "You're a Doctor?"

"Yes."

"You don't look like a doctor."

"I'm off duty," Strange drawled, his lips twisting in a to a smirk.

"Oh," Peter frowned. "Does that mean you can't help me?"

Doctor Strange's eyes narrowed and his opened his mouth to speak but another voice stopped him.

"Stephen?"

Peter watched as a woman in scrubs came up to them, her face pulled into a worry frown. She looked familiar and Peter recognised her as one of the nurses that had settled him in his bed when he first arrived. "You're bleeding. What have you done this time?"

"I'm fine, Christine," Strange waved her off.

"It looks deep," Christine got closer, gently prodded at Strange's temple.

Strange winced and flinched away from her, shooting her a scowl. "I just need a couple of stiches."

"Stitches!" Peter squawked. "You said it didn't hurt!"

"Peter?" Christine finally noticed Peter. Her worried look only got deeper. "What are you still doing here? You should have been discharged hours ago."

"I don't think anyone called my dad," Peter shrugged and then winced when pain shot through his arm.

Christine's face went hard and she growled. "Malia. That girl…honestly. How many times…." She cut herself off with a huff. "I'm so sorry Peter, we'll call your dad right away."

"I can take him," Strange said.

Christine blinked at Strange. "What?"

"Do you really want Tony Stark down here when he learns that nobody informed him that his son is in the hospital," Strange asked, arching a brow at Christine.

"Fine," Christine growled. She turned to Peter, giving a him a smile. "Peter, would you mind if Stephen took you home to your dad?"

"I guess that would be okay," Peter said. His dad had told him never to get into a car with a strange but the doctor wasn't really a stranger anymore. And he was a Doctor, so Peter knew that the man wouldn't hurt him.

"We'll go now," Strange said.

"Wait," Christine halted any movement. "At least let me clean that before you take him. No need to make Stark freak out any more than he will. Besides, you'll want to make a good impression if you want him to look twice at you."

Strange shot Christine a glare as Peter looked at them confused. Why would Strange want his dad to look at him?

Christine herded Peter and Strange to an empty bed and made the taller man sit down. She was quick and efficient as she cleaned to wound on Stephen's face, cleaning away the blood and putting a couple of butterfly stitches on the wound. When she was done, she gave Strange a pointed look before letting him up.

"Come, Peter. Let's get you home," Strange said.

"Bye Christine," Peter waved with his good hand. "Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome, sweetie," Christine smiled back. "Get well soon."

Peter gave one more wave before hurrying to keep up with Strange's long legs. Peter was confused when he didn't lead Peter towards the exit, instead he led Peter to a supply closet.

"Ummm," Peter hedged as Strange closed the door behind him. "This isn't the parking lot."

Strange just smirked at Peter and lifted his hands. He made a circular motion and Peter gaped as sparks appeared in the air. They grew bigger and bigger until there was a portal large enough to look through.

Peter knew it was a portal because he could see his living room clearly.

"No way! That is awesome!" Peter gasped. He looked at Strange with wide eyes. "What kind of Doctor are you?"

"I am the master of the mystic arts," Strange said.

"Can you teach me?" Peter begged. "Please! This is so cool!"

"Perhaps we should see your father first," Strange suggested. He inclined his head towards the portal. "After you."

Peter stepped eagerly through the portal, Strange right behind them. When they were safely in the living room, the portal disappeared in a shower of sparks behind them.

"That is so wicked," Peter beamed at Strange who smirked back at him.

"PETER!"

Peter turned at his dad's shout and watched as he skidded into the room, a gauntlet on his hand and raised, ready to attack. His eyes went wide as he took in Peter sling and cast and then darkened when he looked at Strange.

"Hi dad!" Peter chirped.

"Get way from him," Tony growled at Strange.

"Dad! Doctor Strange helped me get home," Peter cried, stepping in front of Strange. "Don't hurt him."

"I found him at the hospital," Strange said, putting his hands up in a calming motion. "I offered to bring him straight to you."

Tony gave Strange a searching look before slowly lowering his gauntlet, letting his retract until it was no longer visible. "Kid, come here."

Peter shuffled over to his dad, letting himself be pulled into a hug. The stress of the day, of breaking his arm and being forgotten at the hospital seemed to have caught up on him and he slumped into his dad's grip.

"Underoos, what happened?" Tony asked, cupping his cheek and smoothing back his hair. Peter could hear the worry in his voice and his snuggled into his dad's touch.

"I broke my arm in gym class," Peter explained, feeling exhausted.

Tony breathed sharply through his nose. "Oh kid, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"M' fine," Peter said. "Just tired."

"I bet," Tony carded his fingers through Peter's curls. "I wish someone had called me kiddo. I wouldn't have let you be there by yourself."

"I know," Peter yawned.

"You need to rest, come on," Tony said, directing Peter to the couch. He got Peter settled on a bunch of cushions. Before he could drape the blanket that sat on the back of the couch over him, something red and large swooped in. It settled over Peter and the collar gently soothed his cheeks, making Peter giggle.

"Uh, what?" Tony asked, spinning to face Strange.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about cloaks and loyalty.

Peter snuggled into the pillows, letting his eyes fall shut. He blinked them open and looked to Strange who stood still, watching them.

"Thanks for bringing me home, Doctor Strange," Peter said sleepily but genuinely.

"Any time, Peter," Strange smiled at him.

As Peter begun to drift off, he caught low voices in the kitchen speaking.

"Thank you, for bringing my kid home," Tony was saying.

"I meant it. I would help him at any time," Stephen said.

"Thanks. I appreciate it," Tony said.

"I should get going," Stephen said.

"You should stay," Tony said. "Looks like your day was as rough as my kids. He'll be wanting pizza when he wakes. You should join us."

Peter nearly drifted off completely as he waited to hear Strange's reply.

"I don't want to intrude," Strange finally answered.

"You're not. And your cape doesn't look like it's leaving him any time soon."

"It's the cloak of levitation," Strange sighed.

As he spoke, the cloak nestled tighter around Peter, soothing Peter's cheeks with his collar.

"I'll stay," Strange said.

"Great. It's a date," Tony said.

Peter smiled before he drifted off to sleep.

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