Sew Me Up, Doc
@luluisoff has invaded my brain again, and a random Ironstrange idea came to mind. Guess this is one way to get me out of writer's block XD
Summary: Tony has an accident while working, and instead of heading to the hospital, he decides to visit the local sorcerer with an MD.
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Sew Me Up, Doc
Stephen was sitting at his desk, lights dim aside from the lamp illuminating the book lying before him. It was getting later and later into the night, his cloak resting across the back of his shoulders like a blanket. A steaming mug of tea sat on the desk, half-drank, and was there to help get him prepared for bed, but at the moment, he still felt wide awake as he continued to read. After this chapter, he’ll make more of an effort to get some sleep. Or maybe after the next one.
“Hey, Wizards of Waverly Place, got a question for you,” Tony said as he stepped into the office, no knocking, just strolled in like he always did, and Stephen gave up correcting him a long time ago.
“How can I help?” Stephen asked as he lifted his mug of tea and took a sip.
“Your doctor stuff is medical, right?” Tony wore a leather jacket, and one arm was pulled out of the sleeve but still tucked away.
“Yes. Why?” Stephne lowered his mug, sniffed, and then froze.
Blood.
“Okay, cool, I might need some help.” Tony shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and showing his blood-soaked arm. “Lost at tug-o-war with a saw blade.”
“Anthony Stark!” Stephen snapped as he stood up. His cloak flying off of him, and turning the lights on so he could see better. “Why are you coming to me and not going to a hospital?” He continued to scold as he waved his hands, using magic to clear off his desk and pulling on Tony to get him to sit up on it.
“Figured you’d have medical stuff in here.” Tony was likely either in shock or had adrenaline coursing through him, or both, with how casual he was acting and sounding.
“And what if I didn’t? What if I only had books in here?” Stephen was debating whether to slap Tony upside the head before or after helping him. Maybe it’ll be another case of both.
“You’re too prepared for everything not to have it.” Tony watched as the cloak fluttered around them, as if anxious. He then saw the medical supplies floating out of the cabinets and settling on the desk beside him while Stephen rolled up his sleeves. “See? I was right.”
“I’m ready for you to pass out from blood loss so I can work in peace,” Stephen grunted as he started cleaning off the blood to see the wound better.
“You’d be bored if I weren’t conscious.” Tony played up his scoff. “And it’s not that bad.”
“I will determine if it’s ‘not that bad’ or not.” Stephen was now more than sure he wasn’t going to be heading to bed soon, not with how his heart was racing. It was an oddly…soothing rush. Reminding him of working on emergency cases, figuring things out on the spot, confident that he knew what he was doing and was going to make everything better. This was his element. This was who he is. He was Doctor Strange. He wasn’t the biggest fan of not being in a proper medical setting. But given how clean he kept everything, it was close enough for this emergency. “Alright, you were correct that it’s not life-threatening. But you will still need stitches.”
“Sew me up, doc.” Tony flashed a grin while Stephen gave him a look.
“You’re lucky. You are very lucky.” Stephen grumbled as he used some magic to prep a needle of numbing solution, open up packaging for more blood and wound cleaning, and put gloves on his hands.
“Well, duh. I got a stay-at-home doctor who can help, so I don’t get scolded by Pepper for the fifth time this week.” Tony turned his head away after his arm was cleaned and saw Stephen holding the needle.
“Don’t call me that.” Stephen rolled his eyes. “This is going to pinch a few times.” He warned before beginning the procedure. Injecting the numbing solution into several spots and glancing up to look at Tony’s face to be sure he was alright. He could see a slight cringe in Tony’s face with each injection, but it was likely nothing compared to how much it hurt getting the actual injury. Hopefully, he finishes everything before the adrenaline rush fades so he can get to bed to rest with no problem. “If you’re able to feel anything, tell me. Don’t grit and bear it, I will tell Pepper about this if you lie to me.”
“You’re going to tattle?” Tony asked with a chuckle, head still turned away as Stephen got to work stitching him up.
“I absolutely will tattle. As I said, you are lucky. You are very lucky I didn’t just make a portal and drop you off at a hospital to handle this. Honestly, I should have, but we’re far past that point. You’d also be throwing a hissy fit about that for at least a month, and I already have a headache just thinking about it.”
“I wouldn’t…okay, maybe a little.” Tony clicked his tongue.
“That’s what I thought.” Stephen hummed, going quiet for a second as he focused, and Tony decided to look around the room some more. He’s barged in here more times than he can count, or at least bothered to count, but he’s never really looked at the room.
It was very clean. Books lined up perfectly on the shelf-filled walls. Weird magical…things on little pedestals. Not a lot of personal stuff around here. Boring. Tony hummed to himself and casually opened the desk drawer next to his leg. His brows went up when he saw a sticky note on top of the collection of pens and pencils.
The sticky note was one Tony recognized. A little doodle of Stephen he had made a while ago, when he was bored and waiting for him. He didn’t think much of it at the time, giving Stephen the sticky note and assuming he was going to see it, scoff, and then toss it, but apparently, he kept the doodle and had it near him. It was kind of…sweet.
“Are you done going through my belongings?” Stephen asked, already wrapping Tony’s arm in a bandage.
“I mean, if you’re giving me free rein, I’ll gladly-”
“No.”
“Alright, alright.” Tony put the sticky note back and closed the drawer. He then tried to figure out what Stephen thought about him finding the doodle. Stephen looked calm and collected while cleaning up. Did he not care, or was he good at hiding his embarrassment? He could test a theory. A little experiment that would either work in his favor or get him slapped. Those odds weren’t too bad.
“I know you’ve had stitches before. So please take care of them, and you can come back to me to have them removed.” Stephen gave his instructions as his cloak returned to his shoulders, going limp as if now relaxed since Tony was okay. “You can take some pain medicine since it will be plenty sore once the numbing wears off. I would advise holding back on your drinking until this has healed up, especially if you do take some pain medicine.”
“Thanks, doc.” Tony bounced off the desk and kissed Stephen’s cheek. “See you later.” He clicked his tongue, winked, and ‘fired’ a finger gun at him as he left the room.
Stephne stood there in shock for a second, brain seeming to have fallen behind as it processed what in the world Tony had just done. The cloak was now back to fluttering, but this time almost as if it was giggling. Eventually, his brain caught up, and he turned toward the open door.
“Tony!” Stephen called out and walked out of the room as well.
