This…. This pairing came out of nowhere and hit me in the face.

And when a new pairing hits me, I need to write a fic…. And because it's in the Marvel universe, it's time for another OC, next generation fic.

Everstrange series, here we go ?

Please read, review and enjoy ?

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"Aw, I'm sorry kid…" Stephen chuckled, as he walked into his one-year-old's room and spotted the child in his cot, "… looks like you got my bed-head."

Lancelot, who was gripping the bars of his cot, just bounced eagerly on the spot, his white streak of hair practically vertical, before he fell back and giggled up at his Papa.

"Is he okay?" Everett called from the kitchen.

"Just a major case of bed-head!"

Everett made his way inside, chuckling when he saw his son. "I can't believe I'm doing this…" he muttered, pulling out his phone, "… but this needs a photo." He quickly took the photo, before turning to Stephen and smirking, "You know, this is perfect blackmail for his teenage years."

"Are you really planning that far in advance?"

"Children grow Stephen… he's already a year old now."

Stephen winced, lifting Lancelot into his arms and heading towards the kitchen, "I'm not ready for him to start talking back and disobeying me."

"Hmmmm…. Is there some sort of anti-aging spell?"

Chuckling at the thought, Stephen pulled Everett in for a quick kiss, before placing Lancelot into his highchair. "You know, I think I'll do some research into th- "

Suddenly, before he could finish the sentence, a portal opened up in the middle of the living room and Wong quickly stepped through, panic clear on his face.

"Stephen, we have a problem!"

Lancelot squealed at the sight of Wong, hands outstretched towards him, only to be disappointed when Wong didn't pander to his needs.

"A problem?" Stephen frowned, pushing himself to his feet as the Cloak came rushing in, and his clothes morphed into his Sorcerer uniform, "What kind of problem?"

"Mordo."

Stephen immediately tensed up at this, his eyes darting towards Everett and Lancelot. "He's back in the city then?"

"And asking for your attention… turn on the news."

With a click of his fingers, the TV flickered to life (with Everett grumbling about how "the remote is right there!") and almost immediately, a news bulletin flashed across the screen.

SPRING MADNESS GONE OUT OF CONTROL.

"Those…" Everett tilted his head to the side, "… those are walking trees. Walking trees that are throwing apples… is Mordo a Wizard of Oz fan?"

Stephen was still slightly shocked by what he saw… even Lancelot was silent at the sight.

"As you can see, he's trying to get you to come out." Wong concluded, "Any time, any member of law enforcement or other agencies try to stop the trees, their violence increases. I think we should give him what he wants."

Nodding in agreement, Stephen got to his feet…. And then stopped, glancing back at Everett and his son. "Take Lancelot to the office with you today… please?"

Everett frowned at the nerves in his lover's voice, "I can take the day off today, I understand you have to do this."

"… It's safer at your office." Stephen took a deep breath and continued, "You'll be surrounded by trained agents, and if Mordo tries anything- "

"- yeah." Everett nodded in agreement, already grabbing his bag and gathering the stuff that he'd need, "You're right. Several hundred trained agents with guns will be more effective… do you really think Mordo will try something though?"

There was a brief pause, with Stephen and Wong glancing at one another.

"I think it's a possibility…" Wong eventually spoke up, "… you will be the one with the future Sorcerer Supreme in your care, and if Mordo thinks he can control Stephen through the child, he won't hesitate to hurt you to get to him."

"Which is why you need to get to the offices as quickly as possible." Finished Stephen.

Everett was silent for a few minutes, before shaking his head, "That won't work Stephen… if you can just teleport straight into my office, then what's stopping him? What's stopping him from just teleporting him and grabbing Lancelot, before teleporting away again!"

Once again, Wong and Stephen glanced at one another, worry evident in their faces.

"He has a point Stephen…" Wong whispered, "… if Mordo has even the slightest idea as to where to find your son, he can just teleport there."

"… So, you should stay with him."

Wong was stunned into silence for a few moments, before shaking his head. "No… I should be with you."

"And I appreciate you thinking that…" Stephen sighed, "… but I think Everett needs you more."

"And does Everett get a choice in this?"

Wong and Stephen both winced at the agent's firm voice, twisting around to face the shorter man, who had his arms crossed and was glaring at them… with Lancelot trying to copy him.

The sight should have been amusing, but Stephen knew he was in trouble and didn't say a word, merely wincing as Everett raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"I just…" Stephen took a deep breath, "… I just want you to be safe Everett. I don't want to lose you to Mordo, I can't lose you and Lancelot to him."

"…. But I can take care of myself."

"Not against a magic user… Everett, please… let Wong come with you."

There was a brief moment of silence before Everett eventually sighed and nodded in acceptance. "Alright… alright, he can come with me, but Wong…. You're the one who has to keep Lancelot happy while we're there."

"I would… be happy to do that."

Stephen resisted the urge to smirk at this… Lancelot was in a 'if I can get to my feet, I can get away' stage… and for someone who'd just learnt how to walk, he was quite quick.

"Alright…" Stephen took a deep breath, before heading over to his lover and son, kissing them both on the foreheads, "… take care of yourselves, I promise I'll be back tonight."

Everett clearly didn't believe him, but nodded anyway, lifting Lancelot into his arms as the one-year-old squirmed uncomfortably, reaching out to Stephen in order to be held.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

"I'm sorry my little sorcerer…" Stephen leaned in and gave the child another kiss on the forehead, "… but Papa has to go out and save the world from a nasty man."

"Na! Na! Na!"

"Yes, a nasty man." Stephen then glanced up at Everett and gave him his best reassuring smile, "Everything will be fine."

"Of course you will… or I'll shoot you myself."

Despite the threat, Stephen couldn't help but chuckled, holding his hands up in silent surrender and backing away towards the portal. "Alright, alright… make that a double promise."

Taking care not to react to his son's whines, clearly not happy with his Papa leaving, Stephen took a deep breath and stepped through the portal, preparing to face the man who had once been his best friend.

As soon as the portal closed behind the Sorcerer Supreme, Everett turned to Wong and smirked at him, "Well, if you wouldn't mind helping with packing Lancelot's things, then you can take us to the offices… if that's alright?"

Wong nodded… albeit a little bit weakly, already dreading the upcoming day.

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"How does he have so much energy?" Wong groaned, trying not to whine too much as the one-year-old gripped his Dad's pant leg and giggled, "I am sure he's due a naptime soon."

Everett smirked at this, eyes flickering up to the screens that were showing the chaos happening on the streets as he scribbled his signature on several forms. "He's just had a nap remember? His energy levels are always through the roof at this time. Just make sure he doesn't fall against something, or touch something he shouldn't."

Now, Lancelot was clearly not happy with the fact that Wong wasn't playing their 'game' anymore, pouting and falling to the ground, crossing his arms and scowling up at his Papa's friend.

"Please don't look at me like that…" Wong winced, seating himself opposite, "… why don't we work on speaking for a while?"

Everett full-on laughed at this, "Really… you want him to start talking back now? He's already got everyone wrapped around his little finger with that pout."

"Lancelot… say Wong."

"Really Wong? Usually, babies are asked to say Mama or Dad first."

"Do you want me to teach him to call you Mama?"

Everett rolled his eyes at this, waving his hand for Wong to continue as he turned his attention back to the paperwork.

And then the portal appeared.

Wong immediately snatched Lancelot up in his arms, moving into a defensive position as Everett pulled his gun out of his holster and aimed it at the portal, pulling already tensing on the trigger.

"Well…" Stephen groaned as he stepped through the portal, "… that was tedious."

Leaves and branches were stuck in his hair, scraps on his face caused by rough bark striking the skin, and there was an over-powering smell of rotten apple coming from him.

"Mordo decided to go for a strategic retreat…" Stephen continued, closing the portal behind him, "… I think he didn't believe I could muster up a basic elemental spell in order to combat against walking, talking wood."

When he spotted the weapons pointed at him, he soon stopped in his tracks and winced, "… It's me guys… I promise."

"Prove it…. What was Lancelot's first word?"

Stephen's face fell, "He had his first words when I was out fighting?!"

The sheer dismay in Stephen's voice, prompted Everett to lower his weapon… only a parent would be so dismayed that they had missed their child's first word.

"No, he hasn't." He was quick to reassure Stephen, "I thought it would throw Mordo off if he decided to be clever."

Stephen audibly sighed in relief, going to his knees to meet Lancelot, who was eagerly crawling towards him, babbling and giggling as his Papa raised him into the air and spun him around. "And was my little wizard a good boy?"

"Your little wizard is exhausting." Wong sighed wearily, "I've dealt with wild animals that are less exhausting."

"Wong! Wong! Wong!"

Everyone turned to Lancelot, who was beaming and holding his arms out for Wong.

"Wong!"

"Oh…" Stephen frowned, "… now that is unfair."