As it turns out, Doctor Strange was indeed his real name. He came over later that day to discuss the safest way to extract the plate. So far he was the only person who Tony had meet since his escape who seemed to only know him by reputation. For some reason Tony found himself being able to relax more with this man, probably because he didn't have any shady memories connected to him. However, Tony determined that his reputation wasn't exactly stellar by the way Strange acted around him. Nonetheless, that didn't deter Tony being oddly comfortable around him. It didn't help that the Doctor had no idea how to get the plate out of his head. Apparently, his body would not be able to survive the stress off having another brain operation only a couple of months after the first one. That wasn't exactly comforting news but Doctor Strange had asured him that with all the technology avaliable there would be away. Yet here Tony was, half an hour later, alone in his room with no feasible way of getting his memories back.
He was bored. He had only been alone for 30 minutes yet he had nothing to do. No one had seemed to consider the possibility that he would get bored, so there wasn't even a book in the room. So that left Tony with nothing so with a sigh he lent against the white pillows on his white bed in tge white room and began to think. If no one else could think of a way to remove it safely without operating then he would. Tony may not remember much but he was a genius, or at least that's what the Hydra goons always said. Tony sat up straighter, the reality of the situation finally hit him. He had escaped. No longer would he be treated like a human experiment, degraded and dehumanised through torture. Tony's eyes began to water slightly as the pure relief at leaving swept through him, he slumped against his pillows and smiled at the ceiling. No more needling or prodding. Thinking of needles, that gave him an idea.
Tony knew from the scans that they had done when he was unconscious (something he was not happy they had done without his consent) that the plate was made from a type of metal related closely with Rubidium minus the fact that it reacted with moisture. Now Rubidium was a very soft malleable metal which had been placed so that it hugged closely to his hippocampus and could move slightly so to not accidently sever his brain stem (which is of course fatal), another thing about Rubidium is that it has a low melting point at only 102.7F ( 39.3C). Considering that it hadn't melted yet, Tony assumed he had an average brain tempreture of between 92.12F (33.4C) to below 102.7F, he knew that his brain could take up to around 104F (40C) before there would be visible signs of brain damage. So if he could heat up the plate to just above its melting point, then use a syringe or some form like that he could extract it. Of course it would be incredible dangerous, might not even work, and Tony would end up with metal in other parts of his brain, but honestly? Tony was prepared for the worst. He quickly hit the call button besides his bed and waited for company.
"-and that's how I think we could get it out," concluded Tony. Doctor Strange was looking very pensive, thinking deeply about the possibility of this working,
"If we gently insert a needle between your cerebellum and your cerebral cortex it would get us to the hippocampus and the plate," mused Strange, stroking his goatee in thought (though it just made him look like a weird cartoon villain in Tony's mind, he barely resisted a snigger), " and with resent breakthroughs in nanoscience it could be possible to use a vaccum of sorts to siphon the metal out of your head. It would be an incredibly delicate procedure and you would need someone with very stable hands," oddly enough, Strange sounded very bitter at that last bit, and Tony noticed him folding his hands together, they were shaking. Tomy pulled his eyes way from the Doctors hands before he was caught and nodded,
"The only thing I am stuck on is how to heat up my brain enough for the metal to actually melt," Strange frowned,
"Using nanotechnology, we could use a small drone to place a small device on the plate that would steadily increase the tempreture. Using that device we would be able to control the tempreture and make sure it doesn't kill you," Tony nodded, that was a great idea actually. Seeing Tony's confermation, the Doctor swiftly got up, "I will prepare the nessesery conditions," before he left, leaving Tony once again, alone.
I don't like this chapter much, but it's all I've got.