It was a dead world that Midoriya and Desiree had portaled into. There were zombies everywhere, shambling aimlessly, looking for their next meal. The two of them were flying about fifty or so feet off the ground, with the sex genie floating and Izuku in one of his Iron Man suits (Mark XLVII to be exact) flying using his repulsors. They were currently in Gotham City, flying around looking for something.
"Master, shouldn't you be looking for that Philosopher's Stone?" Desiree asked, keeping up with as he was going slow.
"Yes, but I really really really want to get this neat object," he replied, scanning his surroundings fervently with the help of JARVIS, hoping against hope that the object he coveted was in here and not somewhere else on this Earth or space.
"What's it called?" she asked with a yawn, floating peacefully. Even though there was undead all below them, they were actually very quiet and made it (sorta) peaceful, in a fucked up way.
"The Helmet of Fate. It's an ancient and powerful magical helmet that makes the user the host of Nabu, a mighty mystical spirit. I'm thinking of gifting it to one of my favorite sorcerers, after he puts a few restrictions on the whole possession thing so he gets the extra magical boost," he added as an afterthought. After failing to find it for the next two hours, Midoriya made an executive call and decided to infiltrate the abandoned Batcave underneath Wayne Manor. They went through the waterfall and entered the cave, seeing all the memorabilia decorating the inside, such as the giant penny, the dinosaur, and the ginormous Joker card. Sadly, the sensors immediately went off due to their entrance and made a lot of noise, surely attracting the undead roaming about. Swearing to himself he flew quickly over to the Batcomputer and plugged in a USB into one of the ports that was labeled after one of his AIs. "JARVIS, shut down that damn alarm!"
"Certainly, Sir," his AI complied, hacking into the mainframe with some difficulty. It had some seriously high defensives, but none that he couldn't handle. It was ten seconds of bated breath before the alarms stopped. "All alarms have been eliminated, Sir. Access to Bruce Wayne's entire catalogue of information is at your disposal."
"He prefers the name 'Batman,' but thanks, JAR. Let's get cracking," he said as he got out of his suit, it peeling out off him easily. "Sentry mode," he commanded to his friend, the suit raising an arm and protecting him from any harm that may come his way. He sat down on the chair, it feeling comfy and being black in color (of course). His fingers were speeding across the keyboard in a flash, absorbing the information flying by like a dehydrated sponge touching water. Eventually after reading useless data for contingencies against dead superheroes he finally came to Doctor Fate's contingency plan and how to access the Tower of Fate. With the information now in hand, Midoriya dialed in the coordinates of the dimension in question as he shot a portal there, entering his suit first beforehand.
On the other side of the portal surround him was a big purplish pink vortex, and in the center was a large vertical castle-looking building that was surely the Tower of Fate. He found the door quite easily and headed inside, finding it abandoned and much like the TARDIS, bigger on the inside than out. It was filled with staircases heading to nowhere and impossible shapes, such as a staircase that goes back into itself. He flew slowly around the place, asking JARVIS and Desiree to help find the helmet.
"Master, I'm getting a strong feeling of magic this way," Desiree said, pointing into a direction of the tower. The two of them went there and to his delight he saw on a pedestal the Helmet of Fate, its magical properties repelling dust and grime from accumulating. With a grin he nabbed it within his hands before getting a strange urge to don it. Without thinking (because he couldn't) he tried to put it on, only for his original helmet that was a part of his Iron Man suit to stop it, it being too thick for the other helmet to slip on. This roused him from his trance and he shook his head hard. "You okay, master? Is it so wise to put that on? I don't like the energy it's giving off."
"It's not safe to wear yet, Desiree, thankfully my suit saved me," Izuku said as he then held the helmet under his arm, taking out his portal gun from his pocket. "I think we're done with this dimension. Time to leave," he said as he opened a portal to his lab at Geonosis Tech. The two left, leaving the Tower of Fate behind as they emerged in the thinktank. He quickly left his suit of armor and set the helmet down on an unoccupied section of his workbench, making a couple modifications to the portal gun.
"What are you doing now, master?"
"I'm altering the way the portal technology works so it leaves a sort of protective film on the wearer, making it so that they don't glitch out if they're in the wrong universe. Anddddddd…there! Did it, now it's safe to visit Doctor Strange or any other Marvel universe," he whooped, picking the helmet back up and portaling to the Sanctum Sanctorum, putting on his translation earbuds.
"So you got me a mystical artifact slash gift that's said to and has possessed people before, is that correct?" the sorcerer asked with a tired sigh. The four of them were in the study of Doctor Strange all sitting down, Desiree still in her genie form but visible to all.
"Yep."
"And you thought I should wear it after casting the appropriate spells and counters to said possession?"
"Yeah, you'd get all powerful and stuff! You'd be a super superhero," Izuku explained.
"Midoriya…that's one of the most dangerous ideas I think you've ever suggested," Stephen pointed out, tilting back the whiskey he had gotten after the green-haired boy had visited.
"I agree with Strange. The potential loss of control of your body if the counter spells fail fill me with dread, especially if this 'Nabu' can read our mind and use our abilities. I know of things so dangerous that it can destroy entire continents, and it cannot fall into the wrong hands," Wong added his own two cents, who also took a shot of whiskey.
"This kid, man," Strange thought to himself. "He can cross literal world boundaries and universes at a whim, and he decides to collect mystical artifacts for gifts? Unbelievable."
"It's perfectly safe, and don't you have a chair that can restrain people?" Midoriya asks, remembering some offhand lore of the Marvel universe.
"We do, but it's mainly for interrogation," Wong answered. "Why?"
"We can put me in the chair, restrain me, and then put on the helmet to see if I transform," Midoriya explained simply, as if it was obvious.
"No no, absolutely not," Strange denied instantly. "Too dangerous. What happens if you transform and you escape from your bindings? We have no idea what type of morality you'll have, whether or not this 'Nabu' is good or not."
"Of course he's a good guy! He'd be considered a hero in my world, at least," Izuku hypothesized. "Come on! Heck, I'll even make a specialized device out of nanotech that'll take off the helmet after a short amount of time. Please?"
Wong and Strange looked to each other, silently communicating to each other before they both visibly sighed, as if aging a decade. "Only if you make that, and only if you do,"
"This is crazy, even by your standards, Midoriya," Wong chastised as he strapped in his newest "friend" into the chair, Stephen doing the other side at the same time. They were in the basement of the Sanctorum, with Midoriya on the cell side of basement, about to be locked in. He was in the Chair of Orion, a wooden chair made of oak that looked quite similar to an electric chair. He had an apparatus on his shoulders that was designed to put on and take off the Helmet of Fate, it currently being a couple of inches off his head. They (they being the sorcerers) had casted many spells to resist the mind control/possession the helmet did to its users, but it wasn't perfect.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't crazy, you know?" he countered, seeing his sex genie shake her head goodnaturedly.
"You're crazy, sugar, but that's why I love you," Desiree said sweetly, on the other side of the cell with Wong and Strange. "You ready?"
"Yep, let me just—" he pressed the button on the remote in his left hand, the helmet slowly descending on him. "—there we go."
Everyone watched in bated breath as the helmet went fully over his head before a burst of light came forth from the boy's body. Everyone (sans Desiree) was blinded by it, which was why they were surprised to see a blue and yellow costumed individual sitting in the chair. He(?) had a flowing yellow cape with a blue jumpsuit, it having yellow armor at the torso and wrists. The being before them emantated a glowing yellow light from their body, but thankfully the helmet donning/removal device was still on it. On the center of his sternum was the glowing blue (like an arc reactor) V-shaped device, showing that it was still Midoriya…somewhere.
"Midoriya? Are you okay?" Strange called out, creating miniature shields with magic (just in case).
"I think I am?" came the two toned voice of Midoriya and something—no, someone else. The voices were layered on top of each other, both equally loud and confused. "I feel like I'm Midoriya Izuku, but I also feel like someone else? I don't know how to best describe it," the new individual thought aloud. "I feel like I should be called 'Doctor Fate' but that's clearly not me—" the being wasn't able to say what it wanted anymore as the apparatus that put on the helmet begin to remove it, "No no no!" The helmet was removed, taking the clothing with it, it fading like cotton candy in water. "Woah, that was cool! I felt so powerful! Doctor Strange, you gotta try it!"
"I must say I am interested in putting on the helmet—"
"Strange, show some common sense! That thing's dangerous!"
"Not if I use Midoriya's shoulder device. Midoriya, you'll let me borrow it, right?" he asked as he freed the young lad from his prison, twisting the center dial in the basement to remove the force field. He then went over and undid the wrist constraints.
"Thanks, Doc," Izuku says as he took off the neck device, henceforth now being called the NECK, and gave it and the helmet over to Doctor Strange, adjusting the screws and servos for the nanotech to perfectly conform to Strange's shoulders. Before Midoriya could do the wrist constraints Stephen did a simple spell and did it himself. He winked at the young man who gave him the remote with the button on it, putting it in his right hand. The green-haired inventor left the cell and watched as Wong activate the force field for the cell Stephen was in. "Are you ready, Doctor Strange Sir? It's quite a rush and—"
"I can handle it, Midoriya," Stephen interrupted as he pressed the button in his hand, the NECK descending and covering his head with the Helmet of Fate. Like last time with Midoriya a blinding light went off, unaffecting Desiree (as previously stated) and Izuku, as his JARVIS sunglasses shielded him. When the light faded it revealed a somewhat mishmash of Strange's and Fate's clothing, leaving behind a blue jumpsuit and his original flowing red cape, unlike the yellow one Midoriya had. The Eye of Agamotto was still on his sternum being worn by the neck, it still housing the Time Stone from within.
"This is new, yet oddly familiar, as if this has somehow happened before," the being that was once Stephen spoke aloud, his voice also layered by another entity (presumedly Nabu). "I know that I am Doctor Stephen Strange, yet I find that I want to call myself Doctor Fate. Hmm, how about I call myself—" the bindings on the being broke through magic that wasn't casted using hand gestures nor incantation, showing how magically advanced the being was. "Doctor Strangefate!" the being confirmed, standing up from the chair and phasing through the force field. "Do not worry, Midoriya, Wong, I am still the man you know before the Helmet of Fate was put on, but now I am more. Now I can—" Midoriya and Wong watched as the NECK retracted the helmet rather quickly as it was programmed to if the user stood to full height, which wasn't possible if they were sitting down. Like before the suit vanished quickly, leaving a slightly confused Stephen Strange in its place. He breathed in and out slowly, as if to take in on the event he endured. "That was…exhilarating!" he admitted, taking off the NECK but keeping the Helmet of Fate. "Midoriya, I'm glad we did this under a safe environment because the possession, while weak, was still there. Though I must admit that I enjoyed the name 'Doctor Strangefate' to a degree."
Wong shook his head as he chastised them, "Foolish and folly to even attempt to do so, Strange and Midoriya. We'll be keeping this helmet under lock and key so it never falls into the wrong hands, or worse, Strange gets addicted to the apparent rush of power from it."
"Hey!"
"I'm just stating facts, that's all."
"Wong's right, you are one of the most dangerous individuals in the multiverse, so you being this Doctor Strangefate guy would probably make you a universal threat to anyone in the cosmos/multiverse."
Strange sighed as he twisted the Helmet of Fate so that he was looking at the front, almost wanting to put it on again for some reason. It felt distinctly right, for whatever's that worth. He knew the dangers of compulsion spells and he handed it over to his asian friend, who immediately conjured a mannequin doll head out of thin air and put the Helmet of Fate over it. Wong set a few more spells before he deemed it safe enough to leave it with the two of them. "Well, Midoriya, thanks for the gift."
"No problem, Doc," Midoriya responded swiftly.
"I'm just glad you're okay, master," Desiree spoke up, cooing over her beloved.
"What about me? I put on the helmet too," Strange weakly argued.
"You called me a parasite, so I don't really care about you, Mister Strange."
"That's Doctor Strange to you, Desiree," he corrected, looking miffed.
"You're a former doctor if I recall correctly."
"And you're still a parasite," he cheeked back with a smirk, seeing the boiling rage on the parasite's face.
"Well, look at the time! It's time for us to go!" Midoriya suddenly said as he pulled out his portal gun and shot a portal, pulling his sex genie in behind him, leaving Doctor Strange alone in the basement.
"This is why I never wanted kids," Stephen quipped before portaling upstairs to his study, fully intent on just relaxing, with preferably a bottle of brandy.