Famous last words…

Strange hadn't been on the porch more than ten minutes, watching the campers move in groups as they ran around – apparently looking for items on the paper that the counselors were carrying – when he watched one of the little girls take a fall on the bare area of the hill that didn't have grass, but was more worn down to gravel than anything. Since she was wearing a pair of shorts, he wasn't at all surprised that she cried out in pain when she fell and then sobbed, holding her knee while her cabinmates all hovered around her, trying to comfort.

One counselor went down on her knee to get a closer look and the other automatically glanced over at the little doctor's cabin. Strange rolled his eyes but reached for the first aid kit that was beside the chair he'd been sitting on and got to his feet.

The crowd of little girls parted for him as he walked over and he knelt down beside the counselor to give the child his most reassuring smile but feeling awkward when he reached for her leg to get a better look. And flinched when she screeched as if he'd driven a red hot poker into her leg.

"It's okay," the counselor crooned – to the girl, although Strange felt like he needed that reassurance, too.

"Yes," he agreed. "You're fine."

It was a bit skinned but not too terrible. Of course, he wasn't a nine-year-old little girl, was he? It probably felt like the end of the world to her. He debated making a joke about how it might need to be amputated but decided it wouldn't work as well with her as it might have with someone a little older – and less reactive.

"It hurts!"

"We'll get you patched up," he promised.

"Will she need surgery?" one of the others asked, her own eyes wet.

He didn't roll his eyes, but he really wanted to.

"No. Just some ointment and a band aid."

"We should probably make sure there isn't any dirt in it," the older of the counselors added. "To avoid infection."

The brain surgeon bit back a comment – and the urge to ask her what he medical degree was in – and nodded. It wasn't like he had anything else to do, after all. But the crying would get pretty old, probably.

"I'll take her to the cabin."

"Can we come?" one of the other little girls asked.

Before Strange could veto that idea, one of the counselors spoke up.

"We need to finish our scavenger hunt. Jessica can catch up with us when the doctor has finished taking care of her leg."

"I'll stay with her," the other counselor told Strange.

"Good."

OOOOOOOOOOOO

"Something that smells nice…?"

Ned frowned, looking at the paper that Ross was holding.

"Nothing smells nice."

It was the craziest list Bucky had ever seen – and there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the objects they were supposed to collect. Which was the point, he supposed, since according to Ross they were just running the kids as much as they could to get them to use up what seemed to be unlimited energy.

So far they'd found a pine cone (easy enough out in the woods) and a leaf and even a feather – although that had been a little harder. A smooth rock wasn't too hard, either, but then it was something green, something blue, something red, something white… and so on. Now they were on to more abstract. Something sharp, something light, something that smells nice. Something mythical…? What the heck?

"Cookies smell nice," one of the boys pointed out.

"Yeah, they do," Peter agreed. He grinned, looking at Bucky. "We could go to the cafeteria and see if they have cookies."

The other boys agreed, and Barnes rolled his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure they'd rather we didn't come rushing in asking for cookies…"

"A spoon is on the list," Carlos pointed out, proving Bucky hadn't been the only one to look ahead on the list, even though they were only allowed to get one item at a time. "Where else would we get a spoon? They're probably expecting it."

Again, plenty of agreement from the others. Barnes looked at Ross, who shrugged.

"I guess we can go ask them," he conceded. "But-"

Before he could say anything else the boys took off like they were shot out of a cannon, screaming, excitedly.

"The cooks are going to kill us," Ross said, smiling.

"I hope not," Bucky said as they turned and followed the boys. "We're going to need a spoon in a little bit."

"True."

OOOOOOOOOOOO

"You've got to be kidding me…"

It wasn't the first group of kids to come running up to his front porch that morning. All of them screaming and shouting and begging for a band aid. Part of their scavenger hunt, the first counselor had told him, cheerfully, as he frowned and reached – again – for the first aid kit. He'd given the campers one of the small band aids that rarely were needed, and as such were the best choice to give away so frivolously.

He sighed and stood, leaning against the rail of the porch.

"Hey, Doctor Strange," Peter said, grinning.

He looked like was having a great day.

"Hi, Peter."

"We need a band aid," Brian told the doctor.

"Please," Ned added, making sure to be polite. "A big one."

Strange raised an eyebrow.

"Do you need a big one?" he asked.

"If we want to win, we do," Ned said. "Bigger is better, right?"

"So they've told me."

He was tempted to give them the smallest band-aid that he had, just because he'd had to sit through this same thing five other times, but he gave a purely mental shrug and handed their counselor one of his band aids. One of the bigger ones, and only because Peter looked so hopeful. And maybe a little cute.

"Thanks, Doctor Strange," Peter told him – and it was echoed by the rest of the boys.

"You're welcome. Good luck on your scavenger hunt."

The boys ran off, and Strange watched the boy with the prosthetic run, impressed at how smoothly he ran and how naturally. Not gracefully, most boys were all elbows and knees when running, anyway, but smoothly. Then he saw Peter take a tumble when the boy tripped over a root that he'd attempted to jump over. Unlike the little girl earlier, the boy went head over heels and ended up face down on the slight slope.

Barnes was right there, before Strange had even realized what had happened, really, and was picking Peter up, kneeling down to check him out. Stephen had settled the first aid kit back on the deck but the sight of blood made him reach for it, again.

"Are you okay, buddy?" Barnes asked, pushing Peter's bangs back to reveal the scrape on the boy's forehead.

"Yeah. I think so." He looked into the worried eyes of his friends and the adults. And that scared him. "Am I?"

"Let me take a look," a new voice broke in and they all looked at Doctor Strange as he walked up and knelt down beside Bucky. He looked at the scrape but since it wasn't too serious, he was more concerned just then about anything more worrisome. "Does anything hurt?"

Peter shook his head.

"I'm okay."

He was more worried that Tony and Pepper might hear that he hurt himself and be worried.

"You're bleeding," Ned told him, looking worried.

"I am?" Peter brought his hand up to his head where it was hurting and was shocked when it came back with blood on his fingers. "Wow…"

"Don't touch it," Strange told him, pulling his hand away. "Your hands are probably filthy."

"They are now," Peter said, holding up his bloody fingers.

"We're going to lose," Carlos said, watching a group of girls run by holding a spoon in front of them like they were charging up to storm a castle with it.

"I'm okay," Peter told the doctor, also in a hurry to get back into the game. "It doesn't hurt much at all."

It wasn't even the first time that hour he'd had an injury. Although Peter's scratched forehead was a little more serious than little Kimberly's knee.

"You'll stay here and let me look at you," he told the boy – and the counselors, so they could decide which one of them was going to stay with Peter. "The rest of you are excused to finish your scavenger hunt. Peter will catch up when I've had a chance to patch him up."

"I want to stay with Peter," Ned said.

"It's alright, Ned," Bucky said. "I'll keep him company and then we'll come find you when we're done."

Ned looked like he was going to argue; Peter was his best friend, after all, but Ross patted his shoulder.

"He won't be long."

The boys left with Ross, and Bucky pulled Peter to his feet.

"Let's get you looked at."

"Okay."