"What is that kid doing here? It's so soon….Here. here of all places…"Wong trailed off muttering quickly in a panic
"Who is he? What is he doing here?" Steven asked snapping Wong out of his daze.
"Him? He's no one, not yet… But he's here to be trained. Like you were...so young." The last part was said mostly to himself but affected Strange all the same. Questions popped into his brain, questions that nobody here seems content on answering. He wanted to grab Wong's shoulders and shake him till answers spewed out.
But he didn't. He took a deep breath. He looked at Wong with a look that said
Don't think i wot be asking you about this later
Steven then looked at the kid, who stared curiously at them and everything that surrounded them. Although not with as much enthusiasm that would be expected with a kid as young as he is. The cloak, now rested on his shoulders with the edges wrapped around him, had taken a liking to him. Or just thought he needed a warm-up. Either way, he was not nearly as confused as he should've been for someone sitting in the middle of a room filled with mystic arts relics with the CLOAK OF FREAKING LEVITATION warming him up
'Man, that cloak is too cuddly for its own good' thought Stephen.
Strange chalked up the lack of surprise to him being a New Yorker. Or the hypothermia. Then he remembered- Hypothermia.
Dr. Strange turned to Wong and quickly resumed his treatment.
"Wong, I need you to grab some dry clothes for the kid, they need to be a little loose on him. And no detours, Beyonce."
They split off while Steven went back to refill the kid's tea, then he faltered. He thought for a moment then summoned some hot chocolate. Maybe the kid could use some kindness right now, however how subtle.
But then this reoccurring thought struck Steven harder than before
Who was this kid
Really, like who was he and how did he get that card leading him to the sanctum, and why was he only wearing a thin, high school sweatshirt in the biting New York winter. He shows up out of the blue and Wong… Wong recognized him... or recognized the card. Either way, Steven was going to probe more answers out of him later. But then, Steven thought again, I really needed to find out his name and why he wasn't speaking. That's a subject for a later discussion (if you could even call it that) Steven decided
" Hey, thought you could use some coco," Strange told him as softly as he could muster.
His eyes lit up in a way that made Strange feel that he was a very chipper person normally. (normally being when he didn't have hypothermia and maybe could've died if we didn't do anything about it )For a second, there was a shadow of distrust and sadness in his doe eyes, but then he slowly moved and started to sip the beloved hot chocolate.
Wong reappeared with a large stack of clothes of many different sizes.
"I didn't know what size he was or how loose you wanted to clothes so I basically grabbed them all, he's pretty small so I didn't' grab any too large"
Strange nodded an affirmation then let Wong hand him the clothes in his arms. The kid pretended to be thoroughly engrossed in his hot chocolate for a minute in a strange way.
It seems that his size is a bit of a touchy subject, I'll have to approach that subject a bit more gracefully next time…
The kid looked up, his shivers had calmed a little, but he was looking very tired. He needed to change out of those cold, tight clothes.
" These clothes are for you," Strange insisted," you should change soon to warm you up."
The kid sheepishly stood up, and slowly worked his way through the stack of clothes. He grabbed two different sized pairs of robe-like shirts and pants that reminded Steven of what he wore when he first arrived and started training. He wondered if that was a coincidence, probably not.
Steven showed him the way to a bathroom and the kid stepped in. Not that Steven was particularly listening but all throughout this he was so silent it was almost hard not to notice it. Even when he closed the door and changed the only noise he made was the toilet flushing and the water running slowly. When he stepped out in the robes a slight blush crept up the kid's face.
They started walking back to the kitchenette, the kid just as silent as before, if not more sluggish
Then the kid decided then it was a great time to pass out.
That wraps up chapter 2! I'm getting this out a little later than I wanted to but hey, better late than never... but seriously ill try not to be late. I'm gonna give everyone a bit of a warning now, although I really want to write fluff, there's going to be lots of angst be fore the fluffy, but it just be like that sometimes. and also I LOVE MOVIE MAY. She is great and supportive. But this is not movie May, therefore I am aloud to do what i want with her charterer. And fair warning its not very nice to poor peter.I'm working on building it up and making my chapters longer so hopefully ill have a fully 1K chap. Once again any questions or concerns,etc. are welcome
~Thank you for reading