Catchy, upbeat music begins playing in the background and the setting changes. It shows several silver sinks in a row and someone is using one to wash their hands. The hands rinse themselves one last time and then dries themselves off with a towel. A nurse walks over and begins putting on a light blue surgeons robe over someone.

Doctor Strange looks directly ahead and puts a doctor's mask over his nose and mouth. He shoves a pair of gloves on and wiggles his fingers around for a minute before staring straight ahead with the look of amusement in his eyes.

"What are you doing? Where is your magic cape?" Tony deadpanned.

"This was before I had my powers. You're looking at the best neurosurgeon to have ever existed." Stephen smirked.

"Wait, you're a real doctor?" Peter asked. "That's not your made up name?"

"No, Peter. I have told you this."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just couldn't tell if you were being serious or sarcastic. Its kinda hard to tell with you." Peter said.

The Cloak of Levitation started nodding frantically like he was agreeing with Peter.

"Oh be quiet." Stephen muttered to his cloak.

The cloak raises one of its corners and held it out to Peter in a way that symbolized a fist bump. Peter beamed and accepted.

"I think it likes me." Peter squealed.

"Traitor." Stephen laughed quietly.

Several syringes and needles are being laid out on a table. Then you see somebody filling up a syringe with a clear liquid and injecting it into someone. Doctor Strange grabs a long silver pliers and starts operating on a patient. You can see that he's tapping his foot and nodding his head along to the music, pausing the operation to give a little dance now and then.

"Isn't it dangerous to dance while performing brain surgery?" Scott asked.

"Not for me. I was the best."

"Ugh. Your ego is almost as big as Tony's." Rhodey groaned.

"Hey!" Tony said.

"You have no idea." Christine shook her head.

Several medical students are observing him from the other side of a giant window. They're staring in wonder as they jot down notes on their clipboards. Doctor Strange continuance to dance before jerking his head up suddenly and looking at the person to his left.

"Challenge Round, Billy. Next song." Strange says sharply. Someone nods and presses the next button in the music and another song starts to play.

"Come on, Billy, you got to be messing with me," Dr. Strange says

"No doctor " Billy laughs

"Feel So Good " Strange shrugs his shoulders. "1977. Come on, Billy, you said this one would be hard."

Billy laughs and turns in his chair. "It's 1978"

"No, Billy, while Feel So Good may have charted in 1978 the album was released in December, 1977."

"No, no, Wikipedia says-"

"Think again."

"Where do you store all this useless information?" A nurse asks.

"Useless? Knowing more than only the top 10 hits of this year is not useless. Status Billy."

"December 1977"

"Oh please," the nurse groans

"Ha!" Strange shouts.

"I hate you," the nurse mumbles.

"Feel so good." Strange days. "Doesn't it?"

"How many songs do you know?" Clint asked.

"Don't get him started!" Christine yelled and covered Stephens hand with her mouth, causing a few people to giggle.

A young nurse in a dark blue t-shirt and red hair pulled up in a ponytail pauses by the window leading into the operation room; It's Christine. Strange looks up and catches her eye, and she nods at him.

"Oh, I can finish up here," the nurse next to Strange says. "You've done your part Stephen."

Doctor Strange walks out of the operation room into the busy hall, looking for his friend.

"What is it?" Strange asks.

"A GSW." Christine says and hands him a white tablet.

"It's amazing you've kept him alive." Strange says as he looks through the files. "I think I found the problem, Dr. Palmer." he says as he looks at the x-ray. "You left a bullet in his head."

"You dont say?" Natasha said sarcastically.

"Thanks, genius. It damaged his brain stem and I needed a specialist. Nick already declared brain death something about that doesn't feel right to me." Dr. Palmer says.

"We have to hurry." Strange says and he turns and sprints down the hall with Dr. Palmer following closely.

"This man has been declared dead prematurely." Strange says as he hovers next to the body. "You need to let me operate on him."

"Not unless you want to operate on a dead man" Nick says. Strange holds up the X-ray and shows it to him.

"What do you see?" he asks.

"A bullet?" Nick says.

"Yes, a bullet. A hard bullet. A hard LEAD bullet. The lead in it has leaked into the cerebral spinal cord, and the fluid?"

"Has made it seem like the central nervous system has shut down…" Nick says slowly.

"Oh, I hate him…" Stephen sighs. Christine whacked him on the side of the head.

"Correct." Strange says.

"We have to hurry." Dr. Palmer says as she shines a light in his eyes.

"He's not dead but he is dying. Do you still want to harvest his organs?" Strange quipped.

"Wow. You're awful." Sam laughed. Christine leaned over and whacked him on the back of his head.

"I will assist you!" Nick called.

"No!" Strange yelled as they wheeled the patient away. "Dr. Palmer will assist me."

Strange hovered over the dying patient and injected the patient with a syringe. Nick stood watching in the background.

"Thank you." Dr. Palmer whispers. "Image guidance, stat!" she yells.

"We don't have time for that!" Doctor Strange objected.

"You can't possibly think about doing it freehand." Dr. Palmer argues.

"I can and I will." Dr. Strange growls.

"You'll kill him!" Scott shouted.

"This is not the time for showing off, Strange." Nick growled.

"How about 10 minutes ago when you called the wrong time death?" Strange barked.

"The spinal cord is still intact," Strange whispers as he tosses aside some bloody rags. Dr. Palmer passes him a long tweezers. He slowly inserts it into his patients head. The X-ray showing what is happening is displayed on the camera next to him.

"Dr. West cover your watch." Strange barks. He slowly covered his watch, stopping the ticking noise.

Doctor Strange carefully and slowly reaches into the brain with the tweezers and extracted the bullet from the brain and tossing it aside onto the tray. Doctor Strange gives Nick a smug look before putting his tools away.

"That. Was. Amazing." Shuri said.

"I know." Stephen smiled.

Dr. Palmer and Doctor Strange walk out into the waiting room to speak to a nervous family who was waiting. Dr. Palmer told them the good news and they smiled and start hugging Dr. Palmer. She immediately starts gesturing to Doctor Strange and explained something and they start hugging him too. Doctor Strange grimaces when they hug him and awkwardly patted them on the shoulder.

"You know, you didn't have to humiliate him in front of everyone." Dr. Palmer said as they walked down the hall.

"Yeah, well, I didn't have to save his patient either." Doctor Strange smiled. "But sometimes I can't help myself."

"Wow. You really are a child." Nat said. Wong started laughing and he shook his head.

"Wong… don't you dare." Stephen warned.

"What? You don't want me to tell you the story of how you de-aged yourself a few months ago?" Wong grinned.

"I'm sorry, what?" Christine asked.

"Oh, please, do tell." Loki smiled mischievously.

"He was messing around with the time stone a few months ago." Wong started.

"Wong…" Stephen said warningly.

"And he messed up a spell. He was trying to de age an plant, but it backfired and blasted him instead. Stephen spent the next three weeks as a five year old kid." Wong said.

"That's why you didn't call me last month!" Christine laughed.

"Please tell me you have pictures!" Clint said.

"Of course I took pictures." Wong took out his phone and brought up the picture before passing it around. It was a picture of a small five year old boy with messy dark hair and a grey sweatshirt that was way too big for him. The Cloak of Levitation (which looked humongous in comparison) was sitting huddled around his tiny shoulders.

"Please send me a copy of every photo you have." Tony pleaded. "I'll give you anything."

"I hate you, Wong." Stephen moaned and sunk into the couch, his cheeks blushing a deep red.

"Nick is an amazing doctor." Dr. Palmer argues.

"You came to me."

"Yeah, well, I needed a second opinion."

"You already had a second opinion what you needed was a competent one."

"All the more reason that you should be my neurosurgeon on call."

"I can't work in your butcher shop!"

"Hey!" Dr. Palmer objected.

"Look, I'm fixing broken spinal cords and stimulating neurogenic parts of the central nervous system. The work I'm doing is going to save thousands for years to come! In the ER all you get to save his one drunk idiot with a gun." Doctor Strange snarled.

"Yeah, you're right." Dr. Palmer said sarcastically. "In the ER all you're doing is saving lives. There's no fame... there's no CNN interviews... I guess I'll just have to stick with Nick."

"Oh, wait, you aren't…" Doctor Strange said slowly.

"What?" Dr. Palmer said.

"Together?" Doctor Strange asked. "Sorry, I thought that was implicit in my disgust."

"Ooh, somebody's jealous!" Wanda whistled. Christine blushed and Stephen sunk lower in his seat.

"Explicit actually, and no, by the way, I have a very strict policy about not dating my co-workers. I call it the strange policy." Dr. Palmer smirked.

"Oh! Burn!" Clint laughed. "High-five me Palmer!" He reached out his hand and they high-fived.

"Oh, good. I'm glad something's named after me." Dr. Strange smiled. "I invented a complicated neurogenic technique for upper spinal cord and yet nobody seems to want to name it after me. I would call it the Strange Technique."

"We invented that technique." Dr. Palmer reminded him.

"Nonetheless I am very flattered by your policy. Listen, I am talking tonight at a neurosurgeon dinner. Come with me."

"Another speaking engagement. So romantic."

"You used to love coming to those things with me." Doctor Strange said. "You would have so much fun."

"No, you would have fun. They were about you, not us."

"Not only about me." Doctor Strange argued.

"Stephen, everything is always about you." Dr. Palmer smiled and walked away.

"Maybe we can hyphenate." Doctor Strange called after her as she left. "The Strange-Palmer technique."

"Palmer-Strange!" Dr. Palmer called as she walked away. Doctor Strange smiled and laughed to himself.

The setting changed again and the Skyline of New York was visible.

"Hey, look! Avengers Tower!" Tony pointed with a triumphant smile on his face.

Music started playing is Doctor Strange shaved and adjusted his bow tie. He walked past an extremely large trophy case with multiple trophies and awards and certificates address to Dr. Stephen Strange. He opened a drawer and skimmed over multiple expensive watches before settling on one that was significantly less fancy than the others.

"Was that-" Christine whispered.

"Yeah." Stephen responded. He pulled up his sleeve to show her the watch. It was cracked, but you could obviously see it was the same one. She smiled and gave him a quick hug.

An expensive car pulled out of the garage and sped off. Doctor Strange smiled and drove fast twisting in and out of traffic. His car whipped round sharp turns along a cliff side.

His phone rang next to him. "BILLY - INCOMING CALL" was displayed on the screen. Dr. Strange answered it and continued driving.

"Didn't you learn not to drive while distracted in school?" Tony joked. Stephen whispered something no one heard and Christine patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Billy! What have you got for me?" Stephen said.
"I've got a 35-year-old Air Force colonel. Crushed his lower spine in some kind of experimental armor. Mid-thoracic vertebral fracture."
"Well, I could help, but so can 50 other people. Find me something worth my time."
"I have a 68-year-old female with an advanced brain stem glioma."
"Yeah, you want me to screw up my perfect record? Definitely not." Dr. Strange turned on his window wipers and glanced out the window. The already dark night sky was getting even darker as storm clouds rolled in. Rain started pouring down on his windshield.
"How about a 22-year-old female with an electronic implant in her brain to control schizophrenia struck by lightning?"
"That does sound interesting. Could you send me the... got it." Dr. Strange said as the X - Rays for the client showed up.

"I cant watch this." Christine pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her head under her arms.

"Why? Whats going to happen?" Peter asked curiously.

Stephen paled as the memories of that night came flooding back.

Dr. Strange turned and looked at the screen, accidently hitting the car in front of him.

Strange jerked his head up in shock and yanked on the steering wheel as the car started spinning out of control. The car spun and completely demolished the barrier on the side of the road and began tumbling downhill. The screeching tires were jerked out of place and broken as his car was tossed around like a toy.

Strange gasped as he tried to regain control, but it was too late. He car flew off the side of the cliff. Strange's head was jerked back and he raised his hands in front of his face in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the shattered glass flying everywhere. His head banged down on the air bag and he fell limp.

His fist closed and hit the dashboard with such force that it went threw it.

The car flipped through the air and smacked the ground with such a force that pieces of the car flew of in multiple directions. The car rolled multiple times and crashed through a wire fence before stopping, upside down, in a river.

Strange was dangling upside down, but didn't have the strength to do anything. He slowly shut his tired, bloody eyes.

The car laid in the river, unmoving.

Note from Author:

I am blown away with how much support this story has gained so far! Thank you all so much for your support, comments, follows, and favorites! I am so grateful.

Also, I am going away to camp for a few days, but will try to write more chapters when I get free-timeso I can post them immediatelyonce I return.

I am thinking they'll just watch this movie for now, but depending on how this goes I might make a sequel where they watch another.

Thanks!