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Blonde hair, blue eyes and a pretty little smile to match | Steve Rogers Fanfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC

Timeline: Phase 1 -> 2012, Pre-Avengers

Summary: The last thing the girl needed was a reminder that her life sucked right now. Broken hands, broken heart and a broken spirt. She was healing slowly but surely but last thing she needed was to see a face like his. Or maybe that’s what she needed?

Characters mentioned: Sarah Rogers, Leo Strange, Theigo Strange

Marvel AU

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Her heart felt like it beating out of her chest. The whispers in her head bounced around like a ghost in the mist of daylight. The city streets brought nothing to brighten up her mood. She just got out a physical therapy session with her older brothers.

Two brothers! Jeez, her dad clearly was busy that he made 3 children all at once.

She loves her brothers. Thiego and Leo are her lifeline whenever she needed it. She didn’t expect to find comfort in the both of them.

But sometimes it was suffocating being surrounded by them all the time.

Magic lesson one day, physical therapy the next and a consistent basis of reminders from doctors. Looks from people and old friends that you aren’t the same after this. That accident sent you for a worldwide mess.

She didn’t feel pretty. She cried in her room last night about it. Her soft skin was now scarred. Her hands and arms were always wrapped in bandage. A cut on her forehead that result in some shitty set of bangs. She couldn’t do anything right, she felt anxious about everything.

Self-conscious.

No one looked at her like a human being anymore. More like a half inch of what she used to be.

She wasn’t the girl she worked herself to be for the media’s eyes anymore.

All the years of work, interviews, training her spirt and wishful writing was down the drain now.

The press always showing up to ask her questions. Cameras following her movements across the streets. Upper east side ladies from the night of the accident such as Liane Felton took her accident as a way to show off and pretend to feel sorry about her.

It made her sick. She would’ve stay hidden behind the curtain of her hospital room if it wasn’t for the fact that she wanted some fresh air. She was caught up in her thought that she didn’t have a moment to think about what happened.

Her favorite small size coffee was splashed onto the sidewalk. Her shaky hands didn’t allow her to keep her fingers gripping the cup and it didn’t help that the jerk who roughly bumped into her, didn’t care to say sorry.

He just smirked looking over his shoulder as he walked away. Pathetic. He said underneath his breath. But she heard.

And he was right.

She stumbled into the ground about to lose her grip and let herself just fall. She squeezed her eyes shut, her legs felt wobbly and her lips parted into a broken sob in the back of her throat. Her face hurts. Her whole body just hurts.

Suddenly she didn’t fall. She could’ve swore she let herself stumble. But instead she realized that an hand was placed gently onto her forearm and the other cautiously holding the small of her back.

Her eyes met the face. However his face was turned to face the previous jerk from beforehand with a glare and shout. He walked her over to a small open table nearby a cafe, let her sit down carefully.

Which lead her to this moment.

She caught her breath in a hitched note, her eyes wet with tears and sniffling a bit. She rubbed her nose, finally looked up at the guy. She didn’t even realize he was asking, if she was alright for the second time in a row.

“Hey. Don’t cry, things happen. A-are you alright?” He asked.

Short blonde hair fell a little out of place. Light eyes. Pretty blues like the ocean on a warm autumn day. And small yet soft smile to match. It didn’t help that he had a beauty mark on his far left cheek. He looked like an all American painting.

A charming spirted man who loves to paints, drink a single coffee every Sunday morning and take a walk underneath the lower east side.

She has been through his before.

Being looked by the pretty blonde who asked if she was alright, saving her from her sad story and two years later he left her. Dead. Alone. Caught in a mist of sorrow.

She can already picture the other relationship ending in a framed silhouette of her crying her eyes out.

Her mother just died some time back. She didn’t need another reminder of what she lost. Not today. Please god, not today. Anything but today. She was a mess.

She couldn’t even look at the man who looked concerned about her. She was left lost for words for a second there, like she couldn’t breathe exactly what he meant. Tuning out his voice before tuning it back into her ears.

No. Not today. She reminded herself. You doesn’t deserve to be saved at this moment.

“Miss? Ma’am?” He asked once again, with such honesty in his eyes.

She let out a small group of words as her response, “..y-yeah. Yes I’m alright. Just peachy..”

“Hmm.”

“Look, I’m sorry you look busy, I’m fine. Just go on with your day, sir..”

“Uh, no it’s alright. I didn’t have much planned today. But you don’t look alright, do you need anything?”

“No. I’m fine…i um, thank you for sa—helping me.”

He softly smile, “Your welcome. I’m sorry that happened to you, you seem like you’re not having the best week and that guy just made it worse. No offense..”

“None taken.” She replied half smiling back, “I’m not having a good week and i thought a cup of coffee would fix it..”

“Well that’s New York for ya. The people are tough and don’t want to waste others time. But hey, at least you didn’t get coffee on yourself. So that’s a plus right?”

This time she let out tired chuckle and shook her head, “Yeah, your right about that.”

“You see? You’re day is looking up i hope.” He replies with a matching chuckle.

“Yeah..I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I have to head home soon..”

“You sure you okay?”

“Y-yeah..i can handle this.”

The women decided to walk out of the chair, only to stumbled as her hands started to shake. Twitching and shaking out of anxiety, nervousness and a flash of heat that crawled up her back. She wasn’t okay and she knew it.

He knew it. Guiding her to sit back down as he kneeled down in front of her. He caught her fall. He can tell she was nervous, he has seen it before in plenty of men and women.

His mother hands used shake out of nervousness, leaning against the kitchen counter and holding her breath. So his father used to gently guide his somewhat safe to sit, doing breathing exercises and run his fingers across her palms to let her know she was feeling something. Concentrate on something. Sometimes he held her wrists.

So he decided to do the same thing. This was more extreme that he seen, but he willing to give it a try. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let the poor women go uncertain of her next move.

His did some breathing exercises, telling her to hold her breath every once in a while before letting out. Coming up for air. Telling her to focus on his voice, his words. Just try and concentrate on his voice and the sounds around them.

“I-i can’t..” She said letting out a shaking breath, sounding like a whisper as she closed her eyes.

He kept a small smile on his face, running his gently fingers crossed the palms of her hands. “It’s okay. Focus on him, what do you feeling?” He asked.

“I just feel you…i-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your okay. Is it okay if i hold your wrist, press them down onto your knees?”

She just nodded. Somehow she allowed him to do so. She didn’t know what it was? She didn’t want to be saved. Or maybe she did want to be saved? But she doesn’t always think she deserve it. But he didn’t see her exactly that way, he just wanted to calm her down.

In her eyes, she was the damsel in distress. He probably saw it himself.

His voice was gentle as he talked about the last time he ever done this. It was a way to distract her, she knew it. But she didn’t care. She appreciated it actually. Taking a hold of her wrist eventually pressing them down, gently onto her knees to keep her balance.

Suddenly he realized something he forgot to ask. He chuckled to himself embarrassed he didn’t ask her this, nor did she ask him. They were literally in public doing this practice with the girl and he didn’t ask her. He thanked the lord for the cafe outside being somewhat empty.

He has seen her on TV. The News. The accident, the whole center of New York City talked about her. But she wasn’t anything like he imagined her to be. He has seen films and know people lie about their namesake for the spotlight.

To keep themselves sane and not let the whole public know everything.

Still he asked.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He asked the women holding her hands, with a gentle whisper.

“You don’t know my name?” She replied with a half smile.

“Oh, I know your name. I just wanna know if you know your name.”

“S-stella.”

He raise an eyebrow at her.

“Stella. Stella Strange.” She said with a soft smile chuckling.

“Okay, okay good.” He replied with a matching smile.

She let out a small laugh, it sounded like a scoff. She heard a significant change in his voice. He looked at her confused for not understanding why she was laughing.

“W-what-what’s so funny?” He asked with a light chuckle.

“You’re from Brooklyn.” She said with a smile.

“Y-yeah. How did you…?”

“I know an accent like that when i see it.”

“You caught me.”

“What you doing outside of Brooklyn? Waiting for the big guy?”

“Ma’am?”

The polite tone with his accent slipped out once again, as she chuckled at that.

“The big man? Iron man? He flies up and around theses parts. Stark Tower is a few blocks that way.” She told him, nodding her head a direction across from that.

“Oh? Oh no!” He replies with a chuckle this time, “No, I’m not sure I’m here for him. Just wanted to hang around the city. I love the parks here.”

“So why are you here?”

“I uh, don’t know yet. I live here now, moved out of Brooklyn some time again, and today, I decided to take a walk near the park. Grab a coffee and do some grocery shopping.”

“Nice place to meet people.”

“Tell me about it.”

She noticed her hands started to stopped shaking as the time they talked. The gentle grip and movement he held on her rough scared hands calmed her down. She looked away ashamed.

Stella just met the guy, sheepishly let him hold her hands. He must’ve thought she was damaged or something with hands like that. He hasn’t even seen her arms.

She has taken out her bandages an hour ago for let her hands breathe but she hasn’t looked at them since then. Her arms still worn the bandages but her hands were exposed. The roughness, the way she couldn’t hold things correctly anymore for too long, the thick scares and the issues that came with it.

She felt ugly once again.

He noticed the look on her face and asked, “Hey..you okay?”

She nodded, “I um..yeah. Sorry, my hands aren’t the prettiest thing you seen…”

“Hey, look they aren’t that bad. They will heal soon, just takes time.”

“Yeah, i hope so too…they aren’t even the same anymore. It probably sounds weird but i hate it..”

“Everyone has cuts, bruises and scratches on their body. But that’s what makes us human.”

“..why are you so nice to me? We just met..”

“That’s right. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“But..you helped me..why?”

“Yeah i know..because I believe everyone deserves a hand of kindness no matter who’s it’s from.”

“Who taught you that?”

“My mother..kindness is a strong thing. You should alway help people out, even if it’s the smallest thing.”

Those sounded like something her friend, Sam Wilson, might’ve said to her. A good solider.

Maybe she did need a bit of saving today? A small reminder of what she lost, but also what she might’ve been missing out on…?

That feeling of being helped, accepting the fact that she’s not okay and not being seen as a result of a crashing issue.

Who knows? She still thought she didn’t deserve it exactly.

However the smile on her face might’ve said otherwise.

She took a deep breath hearing that and chuckled, “What are you? The perfect man? Hercules in disguise…?”

“I’m not perfect.” He replied with a chuckle, “I’m whoever i need to be today.”

“Prince charming…”

“What?”

“Your a knight in disguise. A heroic man…like a hero?”

If she only what they said about him, he thought. He just chuckled accepting her words and shrugged, not wanting to say too much. He was just glad he could help her out, returning a smile to her face.

He helped her stand up, noticing the time and realizing he should be heading home soon. They both should.

She thanked him once again for the helpful service he gave her. Before she walk away she asked him something. She should’ve asked him beforehand but wasn’t thinking straight to bring it into conversation.

She turned around, pushing hair out her face and asked, “Uh, hey.”

He hummed in response, hands in his pockets facing the young women.

“What’s your name?” She asked, sounding silly about it.

“Steve.” He replied with a smile, “Steve Rogers.”

“Nice to have met you, Steve.”

“Nice to have met you too, Stella.”

With that last minute, they walked different directions from another, facing the other way. Stella nodded, taking a breath and thanked the universe for fact she didn’t fall. That someone was kind enough to ask if she was okay today. Even if she wasn’t, it felt good.

Crossing their paths across the streets, not without Steve looking over his shoulder at the women before entering the general storefront. He nodded, start to feel okay that he woke up 70 years later in the future. The people will need help doesn’t matter what happens. He let out a small sigh smiling to himself.

Sometimes the smallest interaction with someone can leave an impact on you..

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Chapter II - Recognition || Garden of Eden || Surgeon!S.S. x Nurse!Reader.

Words: 5.5K Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square, Sexual Tension. Warnings: Mild Violence. Medical Scene (Cardiogenic Shock) Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Nurse!Chris Evans x Reader. A/N: I totally just made up the code blue in this scene but of course with a bit of research, I am not a doctor so this scene may be inaccurate. ***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else*** Reblogs, comments and hearts are very much appreciated <3

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Chris outdone himself tonight, he actually made a three course meal, cooked with passion and effort; you could taste it in the food. You weren't a huge seafood girl but the entrée, the prawn jamon souvlaki, definitely got your appetite going and his fillet mignon with garlic butter? it tasted like heaven in the mouth, cooked to perfection that had you shutting and rolling your eyes at each bite, especially when Chris opened his best wine.

"Mmmh," you moaned softly as you popped another piece of steak into your mouth.

Chris couldn't help but watch you eat with a big amused smile plastered on his face. He was feeling very proud that you were eating so well and enjoying his food, especially knowing the fact that you can be a picky eater. If he could describe how proud he was, he'd describe it as if he won an oscar award. Back in college, your indecisiveness with what to eat during break time was his source of stress.

"I love how you're eating so well," He chuckled, now looking down on his plate while cutting his steak, "It's making my night."

"Your food is making my night, since when did you learn how to cook like this?"

Chris looked up to think, "It's been a while, I took cooking lessons since I'm so sick of healthy bland food."

You snorted into a laugh, "Sick of your broccoli and chicken breasts?"

"Hey! Those broccoli and chicken breasts helped me build the muscles I have now. The disrespect–" Chris acted offended as a joke, causing you to laugh more, "I still eat it sometimes."

"Oh gosh, I'm calling the police." You playfully rolled your eyes.

Chris dropped his jaw at your response with a chuckle, "Excuse me, Miss? What has my broccoli and chicken breasts ever done to you?"

"Chris eating that flavourless meal everyday made me think you couldn't afford condiments and spices. Who do you think brought you all of those flavourings that magically appeared in your dorm cupboards?" You explained to him, trying not to laugh as you drink your second glass of wine.

Chris threw his head back and erupted into a boisterous laugh, placing his hands over his chest like he always does when he laughs. Better yet, he lifted up one hand and slapped his knee. You pressed your lips together, quietly laughing to yourself when a certain memory clicked for him.

"Wait, wait—That was you?" He asked through laboured breathing and wiped a tear from the side of his eye.

You nodded, "Yes, Chris. That was me."

"Oh my god–haha. How embarrassing." He paused, "I thought that was one of my roommates taking a piss at me."

"No, it was me. I was feeling bad for you." You shook your head as you eased yourself to stop laughing, “Chris I have a question.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Have you ever met the chief executive of the hospital?”

Chris lifted his head from his plate, “Um once or twice, why?”

“What is he like as a person?”

“Hmm. I think Doctor Palmer is a good person—he values the people working under his organisation. You know our hospital is the only facility that rewards their staff?”

You tilted your head slightly, “Really? Did Charlotte get her job because she’s the daughter of the chief?”

Chris furrowed his brows at your weird assumption, “Uh, no… first of all that’s illegal, she needed to be part of the usual interview process—”

“But she had an advantage because she’s the daughter right?”

Chris opened his mouth but his thought process seemed to be delayed, “I failed her twice, (Y/N). If that’s the answer you’re looking for—why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

You keep your lips shut while you cut the steak into smaller pieces and then put one of them in your mouth. You needed to have the security and the upper hand if you were going to report what you witnessed while working. If Chris is speaking the truth when he says that the chief executive was a wonderful guy, then you wouldn't need to worry about losing your job. However, his view on it alone isn't enough; you required more information than that.

“(Y/N)?” Chris called you as you got lost into your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing—just curious cause I heard that she’s the daughter of the chief so…”

“Are you sure?” Chris asked, his eyes squinting ever so slightly. He could feel that you were only telling him part of the truth.

“Yeah. A hundred percent.”

After dinner, you walk over to the sink with the stack of plates while Chris excused himself to take a phone call. He told you not to clean up but you weren’t brought up into a strict household for nothing. Chris was standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing, talking on the phone, and appearing rather serious until he saw you staring at him from the kitchen and smiled at you. You were staring at him from the kitchen. The seeming inconsistency between his outward appearance and his personality fascinates you. In your perspective, he is nothing more than a wholesome dork.

A few minutes later you were halfway done with the dishes, you glanced at Chris as he walked around the kitchen island.

"Scooch shorty." He gently pushed you sideways and took the dish that was in your hands.

You shook the excess water off your hands and stepped aside without a word and leaned your back against the counter, sighing. You drank your fourth glass of wine without saying a word. You were contemplating whether or not you should notify Chris. The warning that Strange gave you has sunk in, despite the fact that you tried very hard not to accept it. Your train of thinking was broken up when you became aware of Chris standing in front of you.

As he ensnared you, he took a little step back and placed his hands on the counter. While his elbows locked, the muscles on his forearm became more visible as they stayed on either side of you. He then brought his face into alignment with yours. You make eye contact with him, and it surprises you to find fire in the adulation that he is displaying in his angel eyes.

Chris heaved a sigh. The music did not help the way you stared at him, which gave the impression that you were anticipating something, and it made him want to kiss you so much, but he understood his boundaries. When you were in college, you made it quite plain to him that you would never date a friend of yours.

“What’s bothering you (Y/N)?” He asked after hearing you sigh, “You’ve gone awfully quiet—”

“Nothing.” You looked directly at him while shaking your head in response.

“You’re a bad liar.”

You wetted your lips with a chuckle and you just kept shaking your head, “Still seeing through me huh?”

“Please. You literally can be anything but a liar.” The instant your hand touched his unshaven face, his blood began to boil. His facial hair hid the fact that his skin was slightly flushed.

“How can you know me so well?” You asked as you study his face, “Damn it Chris—If only we weren’t friends—”

“Then pretend we’re not.” He said, a little wicked twinkle came to his eyes. Now you weren’t so sure if it was the alcohol or the way Strange has left you feeling frustrated by his actions, or it’s just Chris who is looking so hot right now—or all of the above, “We’re not friends.”

Chris moved his head to kiss the palm of your hand, which gave you an intense shiver before leaning in for a long and supple kiss, where he luxuriated in the sensation of your soft lips against his. After pulling you closer to him and closing the distance between you both, he gave you a kiss that was so tender that it made your knees go weak, and you ended up collapsing on his chest. He had a firm grip on you while at the same time taking in the scent of your hair and sliding his fingers down your spine.

However, despite your best efforts to deny it, thoughts of Stephen kept popping into your head all through this and you hate yourself for it. It was almost as if your body was trying to communicate with your brain that it wants to relive the way Strange made you feel when he stole your breath away. His charisma, charm and degree of confidence are dangerous and disarming. He uses it quite well, almost as if it were some kind of weapon that he had refined to perfection. If you hadn’t stopped Chris from stepping out of that elevator, it would’ve been game over—at least that's how you would imagine things would end up.

You break the kiss, just in time before you could have the chance to feel the stiff bulge inside his pants, “No–we can’t.”

Chris came back to his senses after you gently pushed him away with your hands on his chest, "Y-Yeah…you’re right this isn't good."

"My kiss was bad?" You asked.

"What?! No! It was amazing, you're an amazing kisser—Geeze. What am I saying?" Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and heard you chuckle.

“I think it’s time for me to go home.”

You retraced your steps back to the lounge, where you had previously placed your bag. Chris let out a sigh to himself, expressing some measure of self-regret for what he had just done; he was concerned that it would make things awkward between the two of you.

"Let me drive you home." Chris made the offer as he followed you towards his front door, but you declined his invitation with a shake of your head. You made the right call by deciding not to drive expecting that you were going to at least drink.

“I’ll be fine. You get some rest, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” You declined his offer, caressing his cheek, “Thank you for the lovely dinner. Next time it’ll be my turn.”

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You have been awkwardly and deliberately trying not to get in Chris’ way since your kiss with him last night. You thought you were being covert about it, but nothing gets past Strange's sharp eyes. You and Chris would often be seen going into and out of one another's offices, but today has been different since you've chosen to keep to yourself. You had a terrible sensation of remorse for visualising Strange when you were kissing Chris.

Throughout the day, you spent your time standing at the nurses' station doing paperwork for a new graduate while evaluating his clinical performance. You felt Strange’s presence beside you and looked around; you sighed and muttered under your breath, “Oh, great.”

Strange positioned himself so that he was leaning against the tall counter and crossed his arms. "I'm thinking you opted to keep your lips shut?" He asked about it in light of the fact that nobody had shown up to talk to either him or Charlotte.

“I haven't decided anything yet. Is there anything with regards to medicine that I can help you with, Dr. Strange? If not, move along.”

“You can feed my curiosity because there is something I’ve been dying to know.”

“And that is what?”

“Either something went wrong, or something went really right. Which one is it?”

You fiddled with your necklace without realising it, and you opened your mouth to say something, but you quickly shut it again when you realised that he was talking about you and Chris, “Which one is it? Hmm, I’ll go with it’s none of your business.”

“As far as I know, I was there in the elevator when the conversation occurred. It's only reasonable for me to be curious about what took place, right?” Strange shrugged, “Don’t leave it up to my imagination, or else I’ll get jealous.”

“Jealous?” You snorted, “You don’t look like the type.”

“But I am.”

You scoffed at him and whispered in his ear while leaning in close to him with a proud grin on your face, “Actually, you want to know something, Doctor?”

Stephen arched his eyebrow and smiled inquisitively along the side of his mouth. “Yeah?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Maybe we can keep it that way, I love it when you call me Doctor.” Stephen shot with an immediate retort. Your grin vanished as quickly as it arrived when that unexpectedly backfired on you, "Gotcha," he chuckled in response to your reaction.

"Ugh. Bye." You tried your best not to stifle a smile as you gathered your belongings from the counter and made your way towards your office.

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You and Mikey walk into Mr Wallis’ room where he needs to do another set of vitals. Mikey begins to ask the patient's consent before proceeding but the patient doesn't reply.

"Mr Wallis? Can you open your eyes? Squeeze my hand. Bryan! Open your eyes."

You and Mikey exchange glances and you step closer towards the bedside while he attempts a trapezius squeeze for a pain response but still, nothing.

You leaned down facing your ears above the patient’s mouth to look, listen and feel for his breath, “Patient unresponsive and not breathing, Mikey what does it say on the resuscitation plan?” You pressed the emergency button and then pressed the CPR button under the bed causing it to abruptly fall flat. You jumped on the edge of the bed preparing to perform CPR.

Mikey flicked through the chart, “Full resus. Provide all cares.”

You start chest compressions while Mikey checks the vital signs, "One, two, three, four…"

"(Y/N) he's hypotensive to 79/40, heart rate of 39, oxygen 79, 80 percent."

Within seconds the team arrived with the Resus trolley, along with Strange, Chris and other nurses. You look at Mikey who seemed to be panicking a bit, “Patient is not breathing! Chris, please take over for me.” You pleaded loudly as you near your 30th compression.

Chris took over for you and started performing chest compressions while the other nurses were simultaneously intubating the patient, applying the pads to the defibrillator, and performing an electrocardiogram.

“Report?” Strange asked as he briskly wore gloves.

“Walked in on the patient unresponsive and not breathing, blood pressure now is 80/35, heart rate 39, sats still 79 percent room air. Had carotid endarterectomy a few days ago for severe plaque build-up but you’re probably aware of that already.” You reported to Strange as he read the print out of the heart’s electrical activities.

“This man’s gone into cardiogenic shock. I need 12.5mg of Dobutamine and 12mcg of Norepinephrine STAT, I’ll trust you to prepare it.” Strange cast a sidelong glance your way from across the bed, and you responded by giving a small nod and beckoning Mikey to come with you, “I need to get blood tests and ABGs, can someone pass me the needles? And will somebody call the damn cardiology team!” He commanded through all the chatting as you walked out to prepare the medications quickly.

“Are you feeling okay Mikey? Is it your first Code Blue?” You asked as you swiftly grabbed the inotrope and vasopressor in the medication drawers and prep it for an IV infusion.

“Y-Yeah, just feeling a little bit overwhelmed.”

“That’s okay, we’re all here to support you. Come to my office later, we’ll talk about it, for now just watch and observe.” You smiled at him, “Check please.” You passed the IV medications for a cross-check.

Mikey followed closely behind you as you made your way through the throng of medical professionals and nurses. You quickly reach up to hang both of the lines, and then you set it up into the pumps as quickly as possible.

“Doctor ECG is still reading VF. Shock is advised, everybody step away from the patient now! Increasing charge.” The team leader yelled as he prepared to charge the defibrillator.

Stephen secured a firm hold on your arm and pulled you backwards, away from the patient, Strange came up behind you and took the position in front of you. It happened way too quickly for you to react to it but you realised that they were about to shock the patient so you just stayed behind him.

Strange focused his attention on Chris, who was standing on the other side of the room and watching him as well. Stephen's mouth turned up into a smile as Chris's eyes burned through him for touching you.

“Top clear, middle clear, bottom clear! Step away from the patient! Delivering shock!” the team leader yelled and delivered the shock, "Re-commence CPR."

You went straight back in to set up the medications in their machines pumps with Strange working closely beside you, assisting you in attaching the line to the patient, "Dobutamine and Norepinephrine now running!" You told everyone.

"How many minutes has it been? Has anyone heard back from the Cardiology team?" Stephen asked the scribe.

"10 minutes Doctor, they’re on their way—oop they're here."

The patient began weakly groaning as he regained consciousness. You noticed this and with a loud voice you called out to him, “Bryan? Hello, can you look at me please? Hey—you’re alright.” You took the patient’s hand and held it to comfort him as he looked around, probably disoriented, “You’re okay, you’re still in hospital—can we get another set of vitals please?”

The cardiology team approached the patient and began introducing themselves and with that you stepped aside and allowed them to do their job while you turned to look up at Strange, "Is there anything else you want me to do Doc—Strange?"

Stephen formed a broad smile when you disregarded his title, "No. I'll see you at the debrief…"

"Okay." You gave a short nod and then turned to leave the room, but Stephen stopped you by calling your name.

"Oh and (Y/N).... great work." Stephen praised you in front of everyone, which caused the other people in the room to exhibit shocked expressions.

Your eyes wiped across everyone's faces, "Just doing my job…" you muttered and quickly left the room, "Let's go Mikey."

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You had gotten a lot of compliments for your quick action by all staff members, it was nice to be recognised and it felt like you’ve proved yourself even more to the people of your ward—proved to them that you are more than just an educator who sits in the office majority of the time.

The word that Strange had praised you in front of everyone had gotten around and thanks to everyone’s loud mouths, Charlotte eventually heard the news; it was the first thing she heard when she came in for her afternoon shift.

During the huddle you could tell she was giving you burning glares—in which you felt unfazed by but you did feel irritated at how immature you thought she was. You presumed that she was going to eventually approach you and now, here she is, in your office, acting as if she owns the place.

“If you have concerns Charlotte, better start talking now, I don’t get paid over time.” You firmly stated as you glanced at your watch.

“Well I do have a few concerns...” She began, leaning back and crossing her arms.

“And that is?”

“You know something that others don’t know about—”

You chuckled at the fact that she finally brought it up, “What? You making out with the doctor in the storage room? As much as it shouldn’t be happening, people do that all the time, yours isn’t that special.”

“Oh really? You sound like you got a lot of experience yourself.” Charlotte raised her brows, dropping the fake kindness she was putting up.

“Actually, no. Stuff like that doesn’t excite me.” You openly answered the girl as much as you disliked talking about this kind of thing with someone you don’t know.

“I bet being praised by Stephen Strange does.” She raised her chin, eyebrows arched and head slightly tilting to one side. This girl was trying to corner you and she was bad at it, “Do you really think you can just walk into your new job and target my man? You think I don’t know about your little chats with him?”

“I don’t need or give a damn about his praise, Ms Palmer. I did what I had to do and I did it exceptionally well, which is to save a life. Call me a narcissist but I don’t chase after men, they chase after me—and if your man happens to be one of them, then that’s not my problem.” You retaliated by leaning against the table and giving her the same condescending attitude that she had given you, but this time you offered her an innocent grin, which you could know infuriated her.

Charlotte gritted her teeth, eyes flaring with infuriation, “You’re best to know that you better start to tread these waters carefully, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“Why? Are you going to threaten to get me fired over some affair you have with him? Sounds reasonable." You replied sarcastically, "I heard you aren't the only one he fucked with, are you going to get them fired too?"

"You better watch your mouth." Charlotte got to her feet and made a finger pointing gesture in your direction.

"And you better watch your 'man', Ms Palmer, very closely, because there's nothing more that excites me than to watch girls like you cry. Now, if you'll excuse me, my shift is over." You rose up, gathered your things, and led her to the exit while keeping a ferocious gaze on her as she left the room. After leaving, you made sure the lights were out and the door was secured behind you. You stroll past Chris's office, which was already shut, so he must have completed everything on schedule.

You huffed as you stood alone in the elevator asking yourself, ‘What the hell was I thinking saying those things to her?’ You just knew you just dug yourself a bigger hole for taunting not only Strange but now his fling—but the look on her face, it made you want to laugh, she looked so pissed at you. Your sister would be so proud of you for standing up for yourself her way.

‘Ah fuck it. If I get fired then it’s their loss.’ You keep talking to yourself in your mind as you walk towards your car—you halt your tracks when you notice a couple of suspicious looking people loitering nearby your car. You hoped that they hadn’t noticed you but it was too late.

‘Shit.’

As you whirled around again with your heels, you held your bag while searching for a way out of the area. You chose to disregard their attempts to communicate with you, even though they were now following you. You picked up your speed to get away from the danger, but you weren't headed somewhere in particular. The echoes of your footfall were barely audible above the pounding that you could hear in your ears from your heart.

A strong grip wrapped around your arm which you yanked out of with all your might, “Don’t touch me!”

“Wow. She’s Feisty.” You felt one of the hooded men say under his smirk while they surrounded you. You couldn’t see their faces clearly but you could tell that they were a bunch of junkies, they reeked of alcohol and smoke, it almost makes you want to gag.

“What do you people want?” You glared at them one by one, trying to act as if you weren’t scared out of your skin.

“We just want to talk, baby, but you kept ignoring us. That’s really rude.”

“Sorry, but I am not interested.” You try to push past them but they block you.

“You’re not going anywhere, little bird.”

The knot within your chest was starting to tighten and you glanced down, unwilling to let them see the terror in your eyes. You felt a chilly stroke across your face and you furiously smacked his hand away, “I said don’t touch me!”

The next thing you knew, you were slapped back-handed on the side of your lip, the ring on his finger splitting it open, and you were falling into the cement floor in the centre of the driveway. You held onto your face, the initial hit didn’t hurt, it was more after when you started feeling it.

“Who do you think you are bitch?” The one you smacked shouted out of anger.

A loud honk from a car echoed followed by Stephen shouting at the junkies, “HEY! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Mind your own business, hot shot.”

“I don’t fucking think so.” He muttered under his breath, reversing the car and revved its engines before speeding towards the men and you. The guys dispersed and fled, calling Stephen a madman as they went; his lamborghini had halted precisely the proper distance from you.

“(Y/N)?” Stephen jumped out of his car after realising it was you.

“Let me see.” He gently grabbed you by the chin and examined the cut you obtained from the slap, “We need to get you to emergency.”

“No way. I’m not going to emergency.” you refused and pushed his hand away.

“You’re injured!” Stephen argued, wanting to shout some sense into you, “You need to report this as well!”

“I’ll handle it myself.” You replied firmly and stood up slowly, dusting yourself off.

“If you won’t go to emergency then allow me to clean up your cut. I feel uncomfortable letting you go alone.” Stephen remarked, giving you an insistent glance. While you are considering the situation, your eyes travel towards your car and then back to Stephen. This time, it seemed like he was trying to help you out, so you decided to give in.

“Fine.”

“Your house?” He asked straight away.

“No way. Your house.”

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The trip to Stephen's apartment was utterly quiet, just as Stephen had anticipated it would be. He was taken aback by the fact that you did not seem to mind the rapid pace at which he drove; maybe you were too preoccupied with your own thoughts, mentally reliving the event over and over again. This will be the first time that a woman has set foot in the location where he truly resides. He has never brought anybody here for a variety of reasons, most of which can be attributed to the lessons he has learned from his past mistakes; he never wants to see his hook-ups sitting on his doorsteps imploring him to come back.

"Let's get you set up," he said as he placed your bag on the floor next to his huge kitchen counter while he looked at your face in an attempt to decipher how you felt about his apartment.

It was completely in keeping with his character to try to divert his attention to something physical. You were standing firmly on the ground one moment, and the next he was lifting you off the ground and placing you on top of his kitchen counter. He'd carried out the deed without any conscious thoughts. At least up to the point when your gorgeous lips opened wide in shock as your butt met the surface of the counter. The sensation of your waist continued to linger on his hands, and at that very moment, he was most certainly thinking of things he shouldn't have been.

Stephen retracted his hands and grunted loudly while clearing his throat. He went to the side so he could access a cabinet, and then he took his red first-aid kit out of the cabinet, “Are you okay?”

It was a distinct possibility that you had a blow to the head that was severe enough for you to wind up having a sexually explicit dream with Stephen Strange. This would be the very first time, not that you would ever acknowledge anything like that in front of a court. Or even to your sister. It was just impossible to compete with the subtle emissions he put out that screamed, I’m good at sex. Like, really, really good. You had no chance of winning the fight against it. The thing was, it was also true for every other woman he spoke to or interacted with in any way. However, you have no intention of becoming one of the thousands—well for as long as you can resist him.

You cleared your throat as well and then opened your mouth before closing it again, “Yeah I’m fine… although I don’t know whether I should be thanking you because you almost ran over me.”

Stephen chuckled, “There was no way I would win a fist fight with those men—call it critical thinking.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a sidelong glance as he lay out some gauze, cotton wools, and antiseptics. You suddenly became aware that you were looking into space as you recalled the first time you saw him and how his deft fingers delicately removed food from your upper lip. Stephen took a step closer, soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic, and pushed the hair back away from your face before pausing for a split second before proceeding.

Your gazes met and danced away quickly, “This might sting, don’t cry.”

“What am I? Five?”

“Just warning you.” He dabbed the wound with cotton, and his stomach seized up whenever you hissed an air hiss. “So? How long have you known Chris?” he blurted it out as a means of shifting his attention away from the fact that he was giving you discomfort.

“Since college.” You answered plainly and breathed a sigh of relief when he removed the soaked cotton ball, “We always wanted to work together but we got into different hospitals—so now here we are.”

“Which college did you go to?” He asked.

“We went to Columbia University.” You watched him sort through the bandages, he was deciding which one to put on you, “What about you?”

“Same.”

Your eyes widen slightly, “Really? When did you finish residency? You look way too young to be a consultant.”

Stephen snorted, “I finished my degree in record time, finished my five-year residency at New York hospital, became a consultant at the age of twenty-nine which was what? two years ago?”

“That’s funny—I did most of my placements at New York hospital when I was a student.” You chuckled.

“Oh you did?” When his eyes met yours, it caused spots of blush to appear on your cheeks, and you looked away quickly. Blushing. Jesus Christ. He went back to searching through the bandages before he reaches out to test the warmth with his fingertips.

You nodded but said nothing and kept right on saying nothing as Stephen applied another antiseptic ointment to your cut and laid the small pieces of leustrip on top, smoothing it with his thumb. It seemed strange that he didn't lean in to kiss you while you were just a few inches away from him. Had he ever been this close to a woman other than his mother without the goal of clamping both of their lips together? As he flipped through his memories, he was unable to zero in on a certain period in time. On the other hand, he was unable to remember all of the occasions that he had kissed different women. Not in any way that is clear.

“Your girlfriend came to talk to me today.”

“Girlfriend?” Stephen furrowed his brows, huffing as if you said something impossible.

“Charlotte?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Really? She seemed really upset at the fact that you praised me in front of everyone.” You told Strange, it seemed appropriate enough to tell him, considering the fact that he was the subject.

Stephen sighed, “I’ll speak with her when I come back to work on Monday.”

“Please. I’m here to support the staff with professional concerns and not handle their jealousy—anyway, thanks for this. I should go home.” You carefully slid off the counter, miscalculating the distance between you and him.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? You’re already here.” Stephen trapped you the same way Chris did the other night and you bend your back slightly to create some distance between you and him.

“No thanks. I’m not hungry.” You blurted out, in which your stomach betrayed you at the same time.

A broad smile appeared on Stephen’s lips when he heard the growling of your stomach, “Your stomach begs to differ.”

“Alright fine, I’m starving—but I’m going home after.” During the decisive comment you made, you maintained a steady gaze on him.

“Let’s order some take-away for tonight, it’s much quicker than me cooking. While we wait, I’m just going to take a shower and you’re free to make yourself feel at home—unless you want to join me?” His smile twitched, his gaze raking over your face.

You straighten your posture just so you can reject him closely, “No.”

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