Lonely (Daddy!Doctor Strange x Mommy!Reader)

 WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE! READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION! (Also use of some strong language). And even though this follows the movie, all adaptions of the characters are free to use!

 Originally to be titled, "Helpless" or "Coming Back to You". Couldn't figure out a name for this as DA limits characters to title your work.

 Doctor Strange (c) Marvel
 You (c) yourself




 You grumbled as you heard the tap of feet rumble around on the floor. Slowly, opening your eyes, your blurred vision blindly glanced at a little girl with (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. She was dressed in her clothes already, having her backpack sling on her back, her hair done in (f/h/s). She glanced up at you with a smile, nudging you by the arm.

 "Come on, Mommy! I'm going to be late for school!" the girl said, joyfully. "Daddy says it's your turn to take me."

 You smiled but muttered, wanting to go back to sleep. You really wished that there would have been a school bus instead to take her but under Stephen's command and caution that your daughter would be taken and picked up from school, you obeyed your husband's wishes.

 "I'll be right there," you mumbled, snuggling up in bed. "Have you eaten yet?"

 "No. But Daddy's up and ready too now. He says he'll be leaving soon."

 "Ok. Why don't you go and eat something? I'll be right there." You glanced at the clock. 7:05. "It's still early."

 "Ok, Mommy. Sorry, I woke you up this early. Daddy said that he had to go in today at this time and that I should be ready so that way I'll just wait for you to go start the car and such."

 "I'm sure he did," you huffed. "Don't worry though, sweetie. I'll get you there on time. Go on and eat."

 With that, your daughter ran out of the bedroom and zoomed to the kitchen.

 You took a breath of relief as you rolled to the other side of the bed, wanting to kick in a few more minutes of sleep. However, you heard footsteps, bigger than before. No doubt they were not your daughter's.

 "Mrs. Strange? Last time I checked, I think you have a taxi cab service run for a certain little girl outside eating her favorite cereal."

 You giggled into your pillow, hearing your husband's voice. Stephen smiled and sat on the other side of the bed, dressed in his gear of surgeon clothing, examining you trying to regain your sleep.

 "Think of the bright side," he joked. "You don't have to take her tomorrow."

 "Pff, even it was a school day tomorrow, I bet they call you in like they usually do," you mumbled.

 Stephen chuckled and waved a hand through your hair, titling your head up to see your face. Your cheeks blushed upon seeing his handsome face you got to see everyday, his flickering blue eyes and that soft, gelled smooth dark brown/black hair. "How is it that even when you look half-dead, you're so pretty?" he asked, breaking your admiring moment.

 You scoffed and grabbed a pillow, throwing it in his face. "How is it that I'm married to the best surgeon ever who can't seem to stop talking about himself, knocked me up and I still happen to be with your arrogant ass despite what people say."

 Stephen shrugged. "It happens," he said, laughing.

 You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

 This was no doubt the man you loved and put up with, even with the arrogant bullshit that you've seen spewing out of him as time drew on its warnings of selfishness in him.

 You haven't heard of Stephen Strange until upon at the hospital your friend worked in, was going ballistic with working with him. Curious, you asked her to take you to him to which she happily did, introducing you to her colleagues, Christine and Stephen.

 Something about that day had Stephen catch a good look at you as when you prepared to walk out of the hospital, he asked that you stayed a bit longer, in hopes of hanging out with you on his break. You agreed to his request and you two chatted amongst yourselves about what you did, how your friend was, your work, etc.

 It was then that he asked you on a date. You hesitated for a bit, as much as he was attractive, you've heard the stories from your friend about his arrogance and sometimes need to explain a situation in the scientific sense or possible reasoning. You've saw it all before you too when he went on bragging about himself on his break, telling stories about how he saved this patient's life and won numerous awards, half of which he had no idea who they were from but it was an award.

 You kindly then told him that you would have to think about it but nevertheless, it didn't stop him from begging and asking. Shoot, you remembered upon hoping that whenever you picked up your phone, you wouldn't dare see a text message from him but hope was lost as you opened your messages to see Stephen repeatedly asking the question of going out on a date.

 To stop this madness, you accepted his request and went out with him. Of course, he talked even MORE about himself to which you tried to combat it back by talking about what you did. That caused him to be more interested upon your bragging about, leading to a second date.

 It was then that you shared a kiss with him unexpectedly. You were at a party with your friend, celebrating one of the surgeons’ birthday. Your heart felt relieved to see Christine whom you liked as a friend and someone to talk to about Stephen’s “strange” attempts to woo you, considering she had once token an interest in him. You felt you were on the edge of hearing his arrogance repeat over and over. Luckily, Christine said that you seemed to have to get used to it but wished he wasn’t as anal about himself as he was.

 Yet, it crumbled when you saw Christine’s face morph into terror and you turned around, gapping at the sight of Stephen walking over to both of you.

 “Hey, girls,” he said, hugging you both. “Having fun?”

 You could have screamed right then and there. And you would have again when you went to pour yourself a drink, some jerk spilled his on the floor and you almost slipped but was caught by Stephen.

 “Whoa! Are you all right?” he asked, holding onto you.

 Before you could speak, your friend sniggered at the sight of this and “accidentally” pushed Stephen towards you, locking your lips with his. You pushed away in fear and immediately apologized crazily, explaining that the floor was slippery and it wasn’t your fault.

 Stephen accepted the apology, thinking that it was sort of his due to not leading you to safety away from the spilled drink.

 As you two talked again, you found yourself staring at Stephen’s lips once more, wanting to taste them again. Stephen caught your eye at this and leaned himself forward, kissing you gently on the mouth.

 From there on, you went on more dates with him and put up with his ever so talk of arrogance, charm and applauded his work (often you ignored him when he got to this since they were long and speechful). Surprisingly, you found yourself just being happily around him, often loving the times when you would cuddle with him, laying your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat. Even so, eventually, he stopped talking about himself, instead, focusing his attention more on you now, asking if you were all right and if you wanted anything. It was a love that became balanced between you two (and really caught on when he serenaded you playing on the piano).

 Eventually, with your love for one another came marriage. You were so taken aback by his proposal you flew at him in an embrace. Your friend joked to you about now hearing the never end of him telling what he did at work but you didn’t care. You loved him and wished he would continue what he loved doing. Hey, as much as he was an arrogant asshole, he was still saving people. And he did stop being a bit egoistical around you anyway. Just not as much as he did before.

 You remembered pre-birth of your daughter that you smiled waking up at the sight of your husband’s face, seeing him grin and kiss you on the lips with a “Good morning, love.”

 Finally, after being married and settling in, came the question of children.

 Oh, boy, did he have plans for that. He had suggested upon “designing” your children and that upon its birth, he would gladly do a Caesar section to get it out (he did have a degree in regular surgery too). You were appalled by this and told him to wait for a bit, as you were so shocked upon hearing about designer babies and thinking he was insane to do a Caesar section for his own child.

 Upon doing research though and debating whether or not you'll do what he suggested, eventually one night, you were sleeping in bed and woke to see your husband grumbling, walking over to the bed after another long day at work. You remembered him climbing into it, laying beside you, your face blushing from his touch onto your cheek, leaning in to kiss you passionately.

 Let's just say the next morning after you ate breakfast, you found yourself throwing up a lot in the toilet.

 It was only this time too though that you felt pretty proud of having a baby and hearing your husband brag about it, saying it was his greatest "work" he ever did (though you made sure you weren't around when he said that in front of his colleagues.)

 It was also decided that you would give birth naturally as your doctor (not your husband) assured him that there was no way a Caesar section could be performed due to the way the baby was being formed (and how blasphemous it probably would be to hear how Stephen Strange delivered his own child from doing a Caesar section on his wife, adding more to his arrogance).

 On the day of her birth, you sat back in your bed, exhausted. You smiled at the sight of Stephen holding your daughter, grinning back at you. "It's a girl," he said, walking over.

 You chuckled, touching your daughter's hair and carrying her in your arms. "I hope she didn't inherit your haughtiness," you joked, kissing her head.

 Stephen giggled and kissed your head. "Just your beauty," he said. "Whom I can't complain considering how hot my wife is." (You slapped him on the arm).

 And now here you were, residing in New York, taking turns with your husband on who was going to take your daughter to school.

 "I guess I better get up now," you mumbled, sitting up. "I wish I could take my bed with me so I can at least get some more fewer hours of rest."

 Stephen rolled his eyes, chuckling. "(C/n) asked me about having a baby brother or sister."

 You widen your eyes. "She wants one?"

 "Yes," Stephen said, crawling over closer to you. "I told her we'd have to wait though since I promise I talk to you first about it."

 Your eyes veered over to his hips though as he now placed himself on top of you, straddling. You then felt him begin to move...

 "Stephen!" you muttered, pushing him off of you. "We can't do that now! She's right in the kitchen eating! She's probably going to hear us thinking I'm in pain."

 "Then we tell her to wait outside as Daddy needs to have a 'private conversation' with Mommy," Stephen grinned, crawling back onto you, kissing your mouth to your neck.

 He wrapped his arms around you, cradling your head to kiss him. You couldn't help but give in kissing him back but you felt his hips once again...

 "Ok, hun, I know you're horny and all but I'm taking (c/n) to school now," you said, getting up from the bed. "Because then I'll hear it from you about getting her there late."

 Stephen chuckled. "Tonight then, after the dinner meeting. Or you can come with me...book a hotel room..."

 "You'll be too tired driving home. How about maybe?" you said, quickly changing into something.

 You yelped as you were pulled by Stephen with his grip on your hips, nibbling on your neck. "When I say tonight, I mean it," Stephen said. "So you better check your calendar that you're ovulating now. And if you're not coming, then when I arrive back, (c/n) better be at her friend's house for a bit."

 "I said maybe!" you grumbled, playfully. "Come on, Stephen...ok, how about tomorrow? Will that please you?"

 "I guess I can bargain with that. Wow, looks like I'm going to be needing to get a lot of stuff ready. Do you still like roses, hun or..."

 "Taking (c/n) to school now! Look at the time!" you thundered, running away.

 "Babe..."

 "Stephen, I can't right now!"

 "Unless you want people to see you eat crap with loose laced shoes, that's fine by me."




 Later that day, you picked up (c/n) from school and dropped her off at the daycare due to work.

 You took your break and began to text your husband, wondering about his day (even though you had a funny it was another good day of expressing his love of work.)

 Hey, hun. Just wanted to see how your day at work was so far. Another save?

 Another save indeed! I'm on my lunch now. Did you get (c/n)?

 Yes, she's at daycare. Going to pick her up in a bit again.

 I've been thinking about for tonight...do you want to leave her a while at the daycare? I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind...

 Stephen...

 Ok, tomorrow like you said. Just warning you though I got some stuff.

 Don't tell me...you got the works.

 Candles, wine, blankets...yeah, I pretty much bought the whole store.

 Oh my gawd...

 You took a deep breath before texting again.

 Look, we have one more day until (c/n) takes a break from school. I'll call her friend's mom to see maybe if they can have a sleepover. THEN we will see. A word of warning though, if I'm not in the mood...

 All right, fine. But I'll be though.

 You sighed, face palming.

 Ok. I love you.

 Love you too, babe. See you in a bit.




 Then, with no word of warning, it happened. All right when you had just said goodbye to him.

 You had just picked (c/n) up from daycare after work, heading home to prepare Stephen's clothes for his meeting tonight.

 You remembered helping Stephen brush the wrinkles off of his suit as (c/n) was in her room, watching cartoons that you used to love.

 You smiled and glanced up at your husband's face, his smile growing wide.

 "Handsome as always," you giggled, patting the last wrinkle down.

 Stephen chuckled. "Not yet without his watch," he said, walking over to his watch cabinet, picking out specifically one in mind.

 You rolled your eyes. "I know which one you picked."

 "And it's still my favorite to this day," he said, putting it on, smiling at the written words you told the watchmakers to put in. He rummaged through your jewelry to find a necklace with a lovely pendant. "Just like this one I gave you on our anniversary." He walked over to you and clasped it around your neck. "Beautiful as always," he said, kissing you.

 You scoffed. "I hope you knock them dead tonight," you said. "What am I even saying though? You always do."

 "And we'll have a lovely night tomorrow," he said, grabbing you by the waist to be closer to him. "Though, are you sure you don't want to come with me? Those guys are always curious to know how my wife looks when I explain to them about you. They're always saying, wow, Stephen, sounds like you hit the jackpot."

 You sniggered. "One day they will. And tomorrow as planned because I know why you said that...but even if I did wanted to, sadly, my friend can't since she's been called to babysit a relative and everyone else is working late tonight. Plus, I'm really tired...I had a long day today."

 Stephen sighed. "You do look a little out of it," he said. "I guess waiting is worth it though...So as planned...Reservations for dinner. Sleepover for (c/n). And a night to ourselves...dressed in the finest. You better wear this tomorrow." He clinked the necklace between his fingers.

 "Maybe," you warned, grinning.

 Stephen rolled his eyes. "If you say so," he said, turning to the mirror to fix up his hair.

 You giggled and then hugged him. "I love you," you said. "Go get them now. If you do good...I'll rethink about what I want."

 With that, Stephen turned around and kissed you proudly. You kissed him back as both of your arms wrapped around one another. Immediately, you pushed him out the door when he felt his fingers loom over your butt.

 "I love you too," he mumbled as you shut the door on him.

 You sighed. "Why is it that I somehow always give in to him," you said, checking in on your daughter.

 In her room, (c/n)'s eyes were glued to the TV but she glanced up at your entry. "Batman's on right now, Mommy," she bubbled.

 You grinned and sat down on her bed, beside her. "Oooo, what's happening now?" you asked. "Is this the one where he stops Harley and Joker?"

 "No, Mommy he's stopping Scarecrow from scaring everyone! He'll get them! He's Batman!"

 You laughed and kissed your daughter's head, snuggling up. Through the rest of the night, you watched with her repeats of Batman and then stumbled to your bed to fall asleep, unaware of the nightmare that would soon come.




 Bzzz!

  You woke up to the sound of your cell phone ringing. You picked it up and saw that it was Christine calling. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was a little early in the morning. And Stephen wasn't at your bedside...no messages or voicemails about staying a hotel or anything either. Worried, you answered. “Hello?”

 “(Y/n)? I think you have to come to the hospital right now.”

 “Why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, fearing for the worst.

 “It’s Stephen. He got into an accident. He’s in critical condition but…I’m scared.” She began to sob. "He's hurt really bad...he's...oh my gawd...he's in pain."

 You dropped your phone, your heart racing and panic erupted into your head, hurrying to get your keys. “Shit!” You ran back to your phone. “I can’t leave (c/n)!”

 “It’s ok. I’ll come over and watch her for a while. Oh, (y/n)…I’m so sorry.”

 “I’m on my way,” your voice wobbled, strapping your shoes on.

 As you walked by your daughter's room, (C/n) sleepily raised her head, her eyes widening at the sight of you racing and tears streaming down your face. “Mommy, what’s going on? Is Daddy home?” she said, tumbling out of bed, peeking at you from her doorway.

 “Christine’s coming to watch over you for a bit, sweetie,” you said, kissing her head. “I’ll be right back. Don’t answer the door for anyone until you hear Christine’s voice.”

 “Mommy, is Daddy here?”

 A tear streaked down your face, your mumbles crawling out of your mouth now. “Don’t worry about Daddy right now,” you wailed. “He’ll…he’ll be fine.”




 He looked like a wreck when you walked into the room. There were cuts cleaned up, a giant purple bruise on his right eye and weird technological devices on his hands with arms wrapped with bandages hanging up, little spikes with black barbs jammed in his fingers. His hair was wild. His face resembled a mortified disaster. You gasped and felt yourself wanting to collapse again, horrified at the appearance of your husband.

 He was asleep yet you steered yourself from pouncing onto him, hugging him fiercely and sobbing into a mess. You took a seat down beside the bed, putting your head into your hands to cry silently.

 Eventually, he woke up and turned to look at you, freeing your worries.

 “(Y/n)?” he grumbled.

 You turned to him and smiled weakly. “Please tell me you’re going to be fine,” you mumbled.

 Stephen’s eyes creaked over to yours, nodding. “Is (c/n) safe?”

 “She’s with Christine at home. I heard about what happened…I….I…”

 More tears streamed down your face as you watched your husband struggle to pick himself off from the bed, wanting to hug you. You could see his hands shake violently, a desire to wrap them around your back and stroke his fingers through your hair, tempting to comfort.

 You got up from your chair, wrapping your arms around him, crying. “I thought I was going to lose you,” you whimpered. “I thought the minute I walked in…you were gone. I don’t want you to leave, Stephen. I…I can’t imagine.”

 “Shh,” Stephen cooed, crying too. “It’s all right.” He kissed and nipped your ear. “It’s ok. I’m still here. I’m not going to leave. I just…have to adapt…to this.” He waved his hands up, trembling.

 You kissed him on the cheek, snugging down on his neck. “I’m glad you’re alive though. We’ll find a way. They’ll do the best. Don’t worry. I…I’m sorry, Stephen.”

 “No, love, it’s ok,” he said. “It’s mine. I worried you and I was on the phone…now I must pay for the consequences. If only...I could do it though.”

 You sobbed more tears as you flung yourself at him again, your heart shattered at the possible fact that your husband was now going to lose his dream job he had ever so worked for.




 Stephen was impaired with his hands so you had to help tremendously during the first week of his release. The doctors said that eventually, he would heal possibly with repetitive operations and physical therapy in hoping they would be back to normal despite the nerve damage but as weeks passed by, you saw that the change in his hands had completely changed him.

 He kept on shaking them every time he tried to use something. You saw it when (c/n) asked him to play tea, his hands quaking to keep the cup firm. You saw it when he tried to write his own name, scribbling out sloppy letters.

 Even with his colleagues, he mumbled in tongues and growled in frustration. He had sent out a new plan in motion about the possibilities of reconnecting a damaged brain tissue but the way he sent his writing and drawings sent them into confusion.

 Not to mention, when you were picking up letters for him and he read them, you couldn't help but glance at who it was and the messages sent to other neurosurgeons. He had sought to continuously try to heal his hands to working order, whether it was with people or not.

 You tried to do your best to help him but he was still his arrogant self, wanting to do the things himself.

 Heck, even when it came to intimate moments, you glanced at his hands trying to hold onto you, to attempt to hold you in his arms and stroke your hair. You told him that it would be fine if you were the one just wrapping your arms around him but he insisted that he could do it.

 You caught him too when he tried to shave his ever fast growing beard now, his hair becoming a mess to which you tempted your best to brush and shave his beard, despite him snarling that he could do it.

 You were happy though at least (c/n) brought his frowns to smiles whenever she asked him to watch cartoons with her. When you told her, what happened, she was frightened but adapted easily to her new immobile father.

 “I feel sad for Daddy,” she once said to you. “But I’m glad he’s fine. Hopefully, he can use his hands again soon, right, Mommy? For now, we’ll be his hands.

 You felt like you could hug her right then and there, thanking that you had this gorgeous little girl as your daughter.

 But as time passed by, you questioned yourself upon on how much you can handle his haughtiness of using his hands and treatment of his colleagues.

 You remembered walking in the living room after work, seeing Stephen’s head down on the table, dressed in a bathrobe with ragged clothes and his hair and beard a wild mess. “Hey, hun,” you said, prancing over and kissing him on the head. “You doing fine?”

 “Was doing fine until he hung up on me,” Stephen said, reminiscing of a colleague he told you he would talk to, tapping on a tablet on the table.

 “Well, there’s always next time,” you said, smiling, heading over to (c/n)’s room.

 As you asked her about what she and Stephen did that day, you heard some arguing from him and a woman’s voice you recognized as Christine. Commanding your daughter to wait, you trotted outside to see an angry Stephen and an upset, crying Christine.

 “And I still wonder how she puts up with you,” she wailed, glimpsing at you before storming over to the door, slamming it shut.

 You glared at Stephen. “What happened?”

 “Nothing,” he muttered, plopping down on a chair. “I’m going to try to see if I can call him back.”

 You sighed as you rushed over to the table to shut down the tablet. “Stephen, no. Just take a break. It’s all right. I’m sure they’ll do fine without you. They understand what you’re going through. They will find a way.”

 “Sweetheart, you don’t understand, I need to contribute,” he insisted. “I don’t care how bad my hands are. I need to let them know I can still do it. That there is a way to fix this.”

 “But you need to take a break!” you shouted. “Stephen…I know you want to continue to help and see if there is a way but….you really need to rest now. It’s heartbreaking to see you like this…I’m just as upset as you are about what happened but... It’s just…I don’t know. Maybe you’re stuck like this. Maybe you have to take a year off to reflect about yourself or something…but don’t push yourself like this. You need to stop letting your ego get to you. Maybe then you can be cured.”

 “I’m taking (c/n) to school tomorrow,” he said.

 “No, you’re not!” you roared. “You need a break. And do you think I’m going to allow that to happen after what you went through?”

 “I promise I’ll be better this time.”

 “No! Just…what’s wrong with relaxing? What’s wrong with someone taking your place for a while until you get better? What's wrong with them doing the best they can to help you?”

 “Oh, so you want them to replace me?” he snapped.

 You frowned. “No, I don’t mean it….”

 “You want them to replace me,” he growled. “So that way, finally for once, I can stop bragging about myself like a whiny little bitch and you can go about prancing around on how YOU’re the one doing all the work now.”

 You glowered at him. “Stephen, what the heck? I didn’t say…you know, don’t try to think you’re going to get to me just because I have working hands.”

 “At least your hands get to do things. At least YOUR hands get to have the freedom to fucking touch things. I can barely feel fucking anything. Fuck, even when it comes to trying to touch...”

 You felt anger rising, wanting to blow off at him but took a deep breath. “Stephen, I’m going to act like what you’re saying is deaf to me,” you hissed. “Now, what I’m trying to say is…”

 “What you’re trying to say is, I should just go dump down on what I worked for,” he said, getting up from the chair, charging at you. “That I should just go and give up my dream because I happen to be an impaired person now with no ability to work. That now, have everyone laugh and point at me that I’m being babied by my wife and the once, brilliant Stephen Strange is now nothing but a weak, walking zombie.”

 “Stephen, what the heck has gotten into you?”

 “What’s gotten into me is this, love!” he boomed, flecking his hands at you. “I can’t fucking work if all I’m going to do is lay my ass down. I need them to know I can still do it. There IS a way.”

 “And I need you to know that me and (c/n) love you and we just want you to get better.”

 “And I need you to know that I’m not going to be a stupid lazy ass all week because of my hands!”

 “Stop making this about fucking you, Stephen!”

 “I’m trying to save people, (y/n)! I'm trying to save myself!”

 “And I’m trying to SAVE you! I thought I lost you in that accident! You didn’t think that scarred me or (c/n)? I was terrified that I was going to live my life without the best, somewhat egoistical husband with only raising my daughter and crying in my sleep over knowing when I lay in bed, he’s not there beside me! It scared (c/n). I catch her sometimes crying and asking her and it’s all because she was afraid she was going to lose her own father! Do you want that to happen? Do you want to see your daughter wake up to find one day her own father is gone?”

 Silence zoned in the room, no word coming out from you or Stephen, except your ravaged breathings and hearts beating rapidly to fume out more blasts.

 “I’m leaving,” you rasped, grabbing your keys.

 “What are you going?” he growled.

 “I’m taking (c/n) out for a bit. I think now’s a good time you need to clear your head and know that for once, the world doesn’t always need Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon genius spewing out his ass about what he can do, how he can fix himself…I need Stephen Strange, my husband I married despite what all the bragging he does. I love him because I see him as a man who loves doing what he does. As much as he’s so anal about himself, at least he’s saving lives! I need Stephen Strange, the father of our magnificent daughter, our little creation, who needs her father right now because she’s scared she’s going to lose him again as much as I am!”

 With that, you dashed over to (c/n)’s room and picked her up. (C/n) glanced at your raging face to her father’s blank expression.

 “Mommy? What’s wrong? Where are we going?”

 “Out for a bit,” you sobbed, closing the door. “Daddy needs time for himself to think for a bit.”




 By the next day, he was gone. You woke up to feel the other side of the bed, empty. You were tempted to grasp onto your phone and call him but you decided to let it slide, considering he needed to be taught a lesson.

 What worried you though was (c/n)’s reaction and now the passing days that flew by when he didn’t show up. You called the hospital just in case but Christine had reported no sightings of him.

 You did your best to continue with your life, assuring yourself that it was in all good time he would come back eventually and say sorry. Yet, the days tumbled with one another. You saw the worries form into (c/n).

 “Mommy, when will Daddy come back?” she asked.

 You shrugged, unsure, wanting to cry but stand strong. “I don’t know,” you said. “But….don’t worry about Daddy, angelcake. Daddy just needs some time to think. He’ll be back. I promise.”

 Sometimes, you felt so alone and vulnerable, you would turn to the side of the bed, desperate for one morning to open your eyes up to your husband’s blue sparkling ones, seeing a smile crawl up. “Good morning, love,” he would say. “Another beautiful day, huh?”

 These days were now slowly becoming sad, lonely, despair and you longed for your husband to return. To feel his strength, his warmth, his love wrapped around you like a blanket.

 One day, you broke down. It was your fault that you scared him away. Now, he was out on his own, perhaps maybe finding someone else who was less bitchy. Or what if...

 (C/n) came into your bedroom, seeing tears drip down your cheeks. “Mommy, are you ok?” she asked, worried.

 You nodded, wiping your tears away. “Daddy’s…Daddy will return. I know he would. I know…” You sobbed into your hands, wailing loudly.

 (C/n) jumped onto the bed and hugged you. “Don’t cry, Mommy. Daddy’s fine. Daddy will be ok.”

 “I’m just so scared. Sweetie, he’s going to be fine. I assure you he will….”

 “He is, Mommy. He’s being taken care of right now. The bald lady is teaching Daddy how to defend himself.”

 You stared down at her, oblivious. “What are you talking about?”

(C/n) smiled, wiping a tear away from her cheek. “Because I saw him in my dreams, Mommy. Daddy’s learning how to do magic and save the world.”




 No matter how many times your daughter told you about the dreams she had of Stephen, you warded them off as just dreams.

 It was just so…absurd. How in the world could he be halfway around the world, doing magic and flying out of his body as a spirit…it was just too much! Even if it was such a thing, there was no way you would be able to see it for yourself. No, you were an ordinary human being. You were happy with your life of being married to a handsome neurosurgeon, a lovely daughter and living in New York. You liked life as it used to be.

 Plus, you suspected perhaps (c/n) was developing these dreams due to missing her father. You tried to get her to talk about missing him but she refused, just telling you about her day at school. You talked to one of her friends’ parents about this and they had also seen it as her thinking about Stephen too much. Perhaps she was just as worried as you were to find out where he was.

 Your prayers were answered though when you woke up one day, flipping the channels through the TV about strange occurrences happening around the world. And that in some places, people reported of the same events but as they spoke about it, they stopped and said they couldn’t remember what they were talking about.

 “Mommy, are the Avengers on TV?” (c/n) asked, running over on the couch.

 “No, just some regular weird stuff going on,” you said, patting her head. “Do you want to go out and have girl day of shopping and buying your favorite things? I’ll take you to that restaurant you like.”

 “Ok, Mommy! Let’s get ready.”

 Thus, after having a wonderful mother-daughter bonding time, nightfall zoomed by and you just finished drying off your daughter for her bath.

 “Go get into some pajamas now,” you demanded. “You can only watch cartoons for a little bit. As soon as it hits 9:30, you go to bed.”

 “Can I stay up until 10? Please?”

 You sighed, throwing your hands up in the air. “All right, since it’s not a school night but as soon as its 10, I better see you in bed sleeping.”

 “I will, Mommy.”

 With that, you then readied yourself for bed, tired from the day. However, after upon flipping through the channels of looking for something to watch, you perked your ears up to hear your daughter talking to someone.

 “That’s so cool! Do it again!”

 You thought for a second it was probably the cartoon she was watching or being interactive with it but she spoke again and started laughing. “That’s so fun, Mr. Strange. One more time!”

 Then the voice. A deep, booming voice yet soft and delicate. “(C/n), I told you who I am already…”

 You debated whether to go into her room to check if maybe she was talking in her sleep but your legs found themselves walking over to see what was going on. “Sweetie, who are you talking to…”

 Your eyes widen and you gapped at the spiritual figure hovering near your daughter’s bed. Your daughter was in her pajamas, rolling around in her bed, smiling at the figure and a red cape tickling her, floating around. The figure was blue, ghostly with swirls around him. He was dressed in what looked like a blue cloak. He had dark brown/black hair with a line of white on each side of his hair. He also had a connected, trimmed beard and mustache. And his eyes…the glimmering mists of shimmering blue. With a certain watch around his wrist.

 “Oh my gawd,” you breathed.

 (C/n) and the figure turned to you. “Look, Mommy, it’s Mr. Strange,” she said, joyfully. “He’s showing me his magic tricks.”

 You walked over to the figure slowly, examining him all around. The figure floated over to you, gapping at you as well.

 You shook your head, baffled. “Please,” you begged. “Please let it not be…”

 The figure touched your cheeks. You gasped at the near feel of him caressing them between his fingers.

 “(Y/n),” the soul said, staring into your eyes. “I…. I…”

 You rolled your head around. “Please,” you repeated. “Please let it not be…”

 You were stopped with the touch of his finger on your lips. “I’m not,” he said. “Hold on.”

 He let go of you and in a flash, the spirit disappeared and a physical body of it, got up, dressed in the same garb and style. The red cape rushed over to him and clasped onto his cloak. Now, he was before you. In the flesh. All before you.

 “Stephen,” you choked. “What…. happened?”

 Stephen grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. “A lot,” he answered. “I would love to tell you more but…it’s a rollercoaster of information you can say.”

 You felt a tear slip down your cheek and you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him. “I thought you were…” you cried. “I thought you were never coming back…(c/n) told me that she dreamed about you but I…I was so scared whether if it was true or not.”

 “It’s ok,” he purred into your ear. “It’s ok. I’m here now. I’m not going to leave you again.”

 (C/n) happily jumped up and down on her bed. “I told you, Mommy! I told you Daddy would come back. I saw him in my dreams. I knew you would come back, Daddy. I don’t think you’ll ever leave Mommy.”

 “Why did you keep on calling me Mr. Strange then,” he chuckled, turning to her and patting her hair. “I told you who I was despite not believing me possibly.”

 “I was scared that Mommy might not see you,” (c/n) said. “I was afraid that Mommy was going to think I’m sick because you were a spirit that I could see. But I knew it was you Daddy. I saw you in my dreams. I knew one day you would come back.”

 You giggled. “Well, I can now see him perfectly, (c/n).” You turned to Stephen. “How? I mean...just where were you?”

 “I told you, a rollercoaster of information,” Stephen said. “I promise to tell you everything but please love, come with me first. I want to protect you and (c/n). I know what maybe you see before you will take a while to take in…but trust me, once I teach you, you’ll understand it all.”

 You frowned. “Where is it that you’re taking me?”

 “Somewhere safe and where I was taught,” he said. “It’ll be our new home.”

 “But I like my room here, Daddy,” (c/n) whined.

 “We’ll make a replica then,” Stephen smiled. “And in case our home gets attacked, we’ll use this one then in the event of an emergency.”

 Your daughter gladly nodded. “I like that idea.”

 You and Stephen laughed at her.

 “You know,” you said, shrugging. “I don’t care what is it that you went through…the things I’m going to learn and have no idea how they work…I’m glad you’re back. I missed you so much…”

 “And I’m making sure I won’t lose both of you,” he said, grabbing your cheeks and kissing your lips. “This time, I’m making sure you won’t lose me.”

 Your smile widen and you glanced at his hands, surprised. “Your hands,” you said, shocked, not realizing how he kept grabbing you with them. “They’re…they’re normal.”

 “Well, hopefully, I will tell you the whole story soon,” Stephen said. “But…they’re not just normal.”

 Constricting his fingers together, a small orange mystical energy glowed between his hands. The energy zapped a bit before he waved his hands and it gleamed pink, flowing all around you.

 You felt your energy lighten up and happiness erupt in your body, full of love and care. You giggled.

 “Ok, you’re going to have to teach me how to do that,” you said.

 He waved his hands again and a small pink rose appeared on his palm. “For you, love,” he said, placing it behind your ear.

 You blushed warm red.

 “Well, I’m happy with whatever you went through…you’re wearing that watch I gave.”

 “And you’re wearing the necklace of our anniversary,” he said, caressing your cheek to your neck, gripping the pendant between your fingers.

 Your cheeks heated up, full of happiness and warmth. "I was desperate to never give up on you."

 "And neither did I," he replied, flicking his wrist where he wore the watch. "I was tempted to call you and everything...but I promised that I would know when I'll be ready to return back to you."

 “Daddy, can we go see our new home?” (c/n) asked, interrupting the romantic moment.

 “Sure,” Stephen said. He constructed energy between his hands and flown it into a circle, opening up a portal. “Through here,” he instructed.

 Your daughter hopped off the bed and dived in. "Woohoo!"

 “(C/n), wait!” you said, following her as you heard your husband snickering.

 You then looked around to see you were in a wide room, full of empty space and luxurious wooden walls and floors. A couple of items were displayed up behind glass cases, whom your daughter tapped furiously on them, curious.

 “Hey! Nu-uh,” Stephen said, waving his hands, floating his daughter up in the air. “Not yet, young lady. And those aren’t yours either. You’ll have to earn them.”

 “Can I go look around?”

 “Yes, but don’t you touch anything! If I don’t catch you, Wong will.”

 “Who’s Wong?”

 “Someone you’ll meet eventually. Actually, hold on.” He tapped his cape. The cape flew off him, levitating in the air. “Make sure, she stays out of trouble,” he commanded. The cape saluted to him and wrapped itself around your daughter, flying her away.

 “Wheeee!” (c/n) giggled.

 You laughed at seeing this. Stephen took your hand and you two began to walk around the Sanctum, examining all the rooms and new items you were about to use.

 “Wow,” you said, stopping at a bedroom, flopping onto the bed. “I’m still trying to process but…not bad for our new home.”

 Stephen grinned and sat down next to you. “I won’t lie, you’ll get frustrated at first,” he sniggered. “But eventually, you’ll learn.”

 You smiled and took his hand. “All right, teacher,” you chuckled. “Teach me everything you know.”

 He chuckled and shook his head. "If you promise to be patient," he said. "I think that's one thing we're going to have to work on first knowing you." You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, bursting into laughter.

 He leaned forward and kissed your lips. You kissed him back. You both then wrapped your arms around one another, enveloping into a small make out session. You gasped as he pulled away, laying you down on the bed, straddling you.

 “Don’t tell me,” you breathed. “That now you want to…while that flying cape thing or whatever is…”

 “If you want to,” Stephen said, stroking a hand through your hair. “We are alone…or if you want to, we can start practicing a little bit…”

 You scoffed and hit him playfully on the shoulder. “How about you teach and I’ll reward you.”

 Stephen’s cheeks brighten up. “I like that idea,” he said, batting one eye.

 “I think like it too,” you said, roaming your fingers through his hair and nibbling on his ear. “We’re about to give (c/n) a baby brother or sister.”

 “I’m going to have a baby brother or sister?”

 You and your husband turned around and quickly, Stephen got off you upon seeing his daughter looking at you both, the cape still floating her in the air.

 “Maybe,” you said, winking. “I still have to have a ‘talk’ with Daddy about it.”

 “Yippee!” (c/n) said, dancing around with the cape. “I’m about to get a magical baby brother or sister. Wait, I think I want a baby sister with the powers of fire. Can we get that, Mommy and Daddy?”

 You shockingly glanced at her, gapping. “A magical baby…what? Stephen…is that possible?”

 He looked at you, shrugging. “Experiment?” he suggested.

 You shook your head and got up from the bed, walking away. “I think…I need some time.”

 “Oh, come on, babe,” Stephen said, following you. “We don’t know for sure…I mean, I think it’s obviously going to be inherited but if you want to wait developing your powers…”

 “I really need to think about this. Even if I develop powers, I don’t really want to think the possibilities of having a magical baby flying straight out of my v…”

 “Umm, hun, our daughter’s right behind us.”

 “Yet you had no problem back at the old home when she was out eating cereal…”

 “Would you excuse us for a moment?” Stephen said, waving his hands up, catching you up in the air back into the bedroom, shutting the door.

 The cape flew out with (c/n) giggling at the thought of seeing her magical sibling popping out of her mom’s belly.

 “Stephen, let go of me!” you laughed, trying to get away.

 You were strapped back onto the bed, Stephen hurrying to get on top. You laughed as you then felt him pour kisses all over you. Then, you two connected your lips together, smiling at each other.

 Tired and worn out, you both then wrapped your arms around one another once more.

 “I love you,” you whispered.

 “I love you too,” Stephen said, kissing your lips once again.

 Little did you two know that Wong was outside with your daughter, waiting behind the door.

 “Who are you?” Wong asked. He had a funny feeling who she was, recognizing her features to someone similar he met.

 “I’m (c/n),” (c/n) said. “Are you Wong? Daddy told me a little about you. You like Beyonce?”

 Wong frowned, nearing his ear to the door, wondering what was going on. While he had heard about Strange’s daughter and wife, he didn’t expect him to bring them here. The kisses you and Stephen exchanged sounded totally innocent with little gasps of air but to Wong they seemed a bit…

 “Would you like to see the library?” Wong inquired, hoping to veer away (c/n)’s innocence about to be torn apart.

 “Ok!” (c/n) said, floating down a set of stairs with the cape.

 Wong glanced back at the door, wondering. Gawd, I hope they’re not…