#Doctor Dad

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Harley: Doc won’t be able to trace this back to us- Peter: Are you for real? He traces everything back to us! He traces things we haven't even done back to us!

[strangeironaf]

Harley: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Peter: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

America: Wasps?

Tony: Terriers?

Stephen: Tony.

[masked-creator]

Heh…it’s been awhile huh?🙂‍↕️

Um..so anywayyyyy…..*drops America sketches and runs*

[thesetwoidiots]

Tony: *Takes Stephen, Peter, and Morgan out to Nebraska during tornado season*

Tornado: *Happens*

Stephen, standing outside: It's a little windy outside today.

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Stephen Strange aka Doctor Strange

[under-loch-n-key]

I saw a really cute drawing on Pinterest of a family base and I immediately got inspiration to draw it for my Ironstrange Fanfic on A03, one of which I still need to complete. The picture is a work in-progress but I think it's cute so far. I'm just posting a bunch of work on here to get my stuff out there. So, don't mind me. Lol.

[hayanwulf]

Too Naive and Trusting

This is pre-accident.

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Stephen stared as the creature — who was now starting to seem more and more like a completely normal human child — devoured his food. For a moment he even wondered if he had hallucinated what had just happened. He would certainly have never believed it had he not seen it with his own eyes.

Five minutes ago, a star-shaped portal had formed dead in the middle of his living room, spitting out a young girl, who had looked like some possessed character straight out of horror movies with those glowing eyes.

Stephen had been terrified and had hid behind the couch, cursing at himself for leaving his phone in the kitchen.

He had half expected the possessed girl to find him and pound on him but she..

She had beelined straight for the kitchen.

Now, she was seated at the kitchen island, eating his Italian takeout fervently as though she hadn’t eaten in days.

She had no awareness of the rest of the world, nevermind the fact that she was basically a trespasser in his house, raiding his stuff. Those warm brown eyes looked.. exhausted and relieved at the same time.

Too soon, all of his takeout was gone. She helped herself to a glass of water, and then, she apparently started looking around for more food. She had no idea that Stephen was even present there. He was sitting on the couch of the living room, peeking at the open kitchen, watching dumbfounded as she went through his cupboards.

In all honesty, he had no idea how to react.

She got her hands on bread and a jar of peanut butter. Stephen watched as she scooped up some peanut butter with bare fingers and tried to spread it clumsily on the slice of bread. She frowned when it didn’t work as she must have expected, then shrugged, then just licked the peanut butter off her hand followed by taking a bite of the bread.

“You do know you’re supposed to use butter knife, right?”

She jumped in surprise and zapped her head to him like a deer caught in headlights. The slice of bread fell from her grip and landed on the floor.

Stephen sighed and got up.

“I’m— I’m sorry!” She spluttered out, taking an unconscious step back. “I’ll leave— I’m sorry!” The last part almost came out in a shriek as Stephen stepped around the couch. She was backing away, cowering.

Stephen paused where he stood.

Her eyes were fixated on him, wide and teary, her hands fidgeting nervously. She looked very much like a cornered animal.

Stephen considered what to say, but his mind didn’t provide him with much except for straightforward facts.

“It’s fine, kid. And you don’t need to leave, I’d hardly be one to kick a starving child out in the streets.”

Yeah, words of comfort were never his strong suit.

The girl blinked up at him, wariness still in her eyes, but otherwise didn’t reply.

Stephen moved. Her eyes traced his every action, but she didn’t flee as she had seemed ready to only moments ago. When he walked past her, she stepped back to give him space, her movements rigid and awkward. Stephen glanced at her sidelong as he grabbed the jam.

He was sure that this was her version of ‘no idea how to react’.

He got the butter knife, moved to the kitchen island with it and the jam, and quickly made a PBJ, holding it out for the girl.

She stared down at the offering, licking her lips. “This is.. is this for me?”

Stephen bit back a sarcastic reply that had been at the tip of his tongue. Don’t, he told himself. She’s just a kid, she’s scared, and is likely starving too.

“Yes,” he said.

The girl immediately snatched the PBJ off his hand and started devouring it. Stephen got to making another one.

When she had finished the first one, he handed her the next one and asked, “What’s your name?”

She took the second PBJ easily from his hand, replying, “America Chavez.”

Stephen watched as the girl — America — contently ate the simple sandwich, all traces of fear and wariness gone from her features, easily leaning herself on the kitchen island not two feet away from Stephen, when only minutes ago she’d been too scared to do anything but utter apologies. The corner of his lips twitched up slightly.

Too naive and easily trusting.

“And what was that portal thing you fell out of?” He asked.

“My powers,” she casually replied, having finished her second sandwich and already demanding the third that Stephen now held. He passed it to her. “They allow me to travel the multiverse.”

Right, the multiverse, and portal powers, Stephen thought with no little amount of skepticism.

But he had seen it happen with his own eyes. And as far as he knew, this was neither a dream nor a hallucination, so it could be the only other thing possible: reality.

It was still.. inconceivable to him. He couldn’t quite bring his mind to come to terms with it.

“And why did you come here?” He asked, if only to stop his mind from spiraling trying to grasp the concept of a goddamn multiverse.

“I can’t control my powers,” she said in between chewing. “Sometimes it activates by itself and throws me to a random place in a random universe.”

Stephen blinked once, then rubbed both hands over his face with a sigh because this was becoming a lot more of his problem that he had intended — or wanted — it to. “So you’re telling me that you can’t go back home?” It wasn’t a question.

She shrugged, focused on her PBJs. “I don’t have one.” 

That gave Stephen a pause, and he stared at the little girl.

She looked to be in her early teen years, though he couldn’t be sure. Why did she have these powers? How long had she been roaming homeless like this? No wonder she was so hungry.

How long had it been since she had last seen her family?

Stephen felt a pang in his chest.

This was stupid. He needed to stop empathizing with this girl. But all he could think about when looking at those young brown eyes was Donna.

“Um, thanks for the food, mister,” America spoke once she was done with the PBJs. “And sorry for, y’know, showing up in your house. I’ll just uh,” she turned her head to look around the living room once, then back at Stephen. “Which one is the exit door?”

This wasn’t his problem. He should get rid of it. He should send her away and forget all about this encounter and they would never see each other again—

Donna would want me to help her.

“Where will you sleep, kid? It’s almost midnight.”

She just shrugged casually. “I’ll find somewhere.”

It had been a rhetorical question, but Stephen felt no little amount of exasperation at the answer he got.

He took a second to calm himself, not wanting his mouth to spit out something that would scare the kid. Then, he spoke.

“Sleep.. here. I have a guest room. It’s unsafe for kids your age to just roam the city at this hour.”

Hope blossomed in her eyes, face brightening. “Can I really!?”

“Yes.” Stephen pointed at one of the doors in the living room. “That’s your room for now.”

“Thank you so much!” She chirped with a smile. “Can I have a look?”

“Go right ahead.”

She scurried over to her new room.

Naive and trusting indeed.

Possibly to her own detriment. It would have been so easy to harm her, had she been found by someone not as well-intentioned as Stephen.

He stared down at the kitchen counter thoughtfully. The empty takeout containers almost seemed to taunt his empty stomach. Next to it sat the empty plate of PBJs. She had inhaled an entire half of a loaf of bread.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He asked the air.

[nesy0elle]

My comfort place 🍩

[foxssketching]

Iron Dad is maybe gone...but Doctor Dad is here 😊

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Peter: Remember what Doctor Dad said- Harley: Ask no questions and you will be told no lies? Peter: No. Peter: I mean, he DID say that, but no.

[strangeironaf]

*Family group chat*

Tony: who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Peter: >:0 language

Morgan: yeah dad, watch your fucking language

Stephen: OKAY WHO TAUGHT MORGAN THE FUCK WORD

America: 'the fuck word'

Pepper: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time.

Harley: oh my god she censored it

Tony: Say fuck Pepp

Christine: do it Pepper. Say fuck.

[kyuyua]

Tfw u remember ur notes app has a drawing feature

[thesetwoidiots]

Tony: Alright, what's everyone getting? Babe?

Stephen: Filet Mignon, medium rare with a side of asparagus and the finest wine this dump has to offer.

Tony: Mm-hm, mm-hm. Other babe?

What If!Stephen: Where is the equine meat? I can't find the unicorn or Pegasus entrees!

Tony: Love it. Tiny demon?

Peter: A lettuce.

Stephen: Just lettuce?

Peter: A lettuce.

[memelovescaps]

I'd give up forever to touch you

He stopped in the doorway, the sight of her tear-streaked face twisting something deep within him. He’d faced horrors across universes, but nothing had ever prepared him for this: seeing her so vulnerable, so broken.

Seeing her look so painfully young and scared, so achingly familiar.

Her eyes. He was sure he would never forget them, wet, wide and scared. Something inside of him broke at the sight, and he took a ragged breath, his trembling hands twitching to hold her.

None of the monsters, not the loss he’d faced, not the fear, the pain... nothing cut as deep as seeing those tears on her face, a reminder of all she had lost at such a tender age.

Her wide, tear-bright eyes pulled at memories he rarely allowed himself to touch. Her small frame, curled and trembling, reminded him of a girl he hadn’t been able to save.

Donna.

He hadn’t been able to save her. She was his first failure, and he’d carried that guilt, that ache, like a wound that refused to close.

And now here was America, this brave, remarkable girl who needed him. But he couldn’t keep himself from trembling, afraid that history might repeat itself—that, despite everything, he could lose her, too. That she would become another ghost haunting his failures.

Yet, he couldn’t keep away from her. Even knowing how much it could hurt, her presence soothed an ache so deep, so woven in him, he hadn’t realised how much it had hurt. Until her.

“Ste—Stephen...” she voiced, her voice shaken, broken.

His mind was taken from that horrible night by the lake, his eyes, almost as wild as desperate as hers, focused on her.

His feet took him to her bed, opening his arms as she collided with him, tears rolling down her cheeks as a choked sob emerged from her throat.

He pulled her in, letting her curl up against him and hide against his chest, uncontrollable sobs wracking her. She seemed so small, so much smaller than the fierce girl he knew. It broke him, how much she’d endured, and he knew he couldn’t let her carry that pain alone.

“Shhh it’s alright Scout... I’m here,” his hand gently cradled her head as she buried her face deeper into his chest.

He felt her relax against him, her breath shuddering against his collar, and he pulled her closer, fighting the fear that gnawed at him. He would do whatever it took—he would be everything she needed, even if he had to guard every moment of her life. He couldn’t afford to fail again. He’d lost Donna once. But this time… with America… he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

The cloak moved from his shoulders, wrapping itself gently around them both, cocooning her against his chest. He let his arms settle around her, a fierce promise settling in his heart, grounding him in that quiet certainty.

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[masked-creator]

If you guys haven’t watched Instant Family, I totally recommend it.

[wizardsaremomstoo]

Peter: Mom? How did dad propose?

Stephen: Oh! Um...

-Flashback; During an Intense Battle-

Tony: Stephen! If I die today, I want to know something important!

Stephen: Can it wait, Tony?! We're kind of in the middle of something!

Steve: And stop saying you're going to die!

Tony: No promises! Regardless, I need you to know, Stephen, that I caught the bouquet at a co-worker's wedding a week ago and planned a wedding between you and me for next week!

Stephen: WHAT?!

Natasha: An uplifting proposal.

Sam: Simply inspiring.

Clint: I feel so sorry for your kid.

-End of Flashback-

Stephen: *Nervously* It was a very romantic and well-planned event.