Strangespider - Blog Posts

Stephen was standing in a corner nursing a drink when he was approached by a young man who had a look of determination on his face. Great. Either its someone who idolize him, wants him to be a mentor or a gold digger. They were at the mingling period for the conference he was attending about the latest and greatest break through in the medical field.

" Dr. Strange... it's an honor to meet you sir"

" I'm sure. Look, I'm trying to have a nice quiet evening. Get what you came over here to say. I'm single but I'm not looking for a partner currently no matter how cute you are. I'm not looking to mentor anyone. If you have what it takes then I'll see you back here next year kudos to you. If your just gonna fan boy and tell me how great I am, you have two minutes. If your going to tell me how I inspired you with my talent you can-"

" You did inspire me. But not for the reasons your thinking of. 10 years ago my uncle died on your operating table. "

Stephen steps back and stares into the brown eyes of the young man infront of him. He has a hardly had any deaths in his records. He swallowed a sip of his drink, clearing his throat.

" I am sorry for your loss... I assure you I would have done everything in my power to save him."

The guy sighs and nods his head glancing down and then back up at him.

" I hated you. For years. You were the best of the best, that's that the nurses said. And yet my Uncle still died under your knife. ... I swore I would never let anything like that happen again to anyone else. That you must have made a mistake.... that you weren't good enough to save my uncle."

Shifting his feet a little he glances over his should looking around the room. " But no one could have saved him from that wound.... I went to school, graduated early with honors and I know... I know you did everything you could, it just that the tools we had available at the time weren't good enough. -

It's why I'm here, I've created a several new tools that help out the field and I wanted to thank you."

He smiles and reaches his hand out for a hand shake

" My hatred for you pushed me to help others more. The designs and tools I've help patent... they are going to save lives. And I have you to thank for that Dr. Strange. It's an honor to be in the field with you"

Stephen stared at the young man longer before reaching out and shaking his hand.

" What's your name?"

The young man blushes as he shakes Stephen's hand

" Oh! Um Peter, unm Dr. Peter Parker Sir... forgot to introduce myself"

" Well Dr. Parker, let's get a table and you can tell me all about these new patents"

YK what makes me sad? And mad?

No one puts out any married spiderstrange content.

I want it! I want domestic bliss! I want the comfort of 5 years in! I want Stephen referring to peter and himself as his little family on their holliday cards signed “the Parker-Strange’s”. I want the domesticity!

I want the avengers eventually coming to accept that these two weirdos who absolutely no one saw coming are in love, fine, and eventually having to cope with them being married, which, again. Fine. But they’ll team up with other hero’s and they’ll just be SHOCKED

Like Scott Lang comes to town for the first time in a couple years and he asks Peter a question about something, and peters just stirring his coffee like “I don’t know, ask my husband. He’s got a better understanding of how pyms shit works than me. I’m just the new Nano tech guy”

And Scott’s like HOLD THE PHONE YOURE MARRIED? YOURE A CHILD! TO WHO?? And peters just like “uh, first off all I’m 24. Second of all, Stephen. Duh” and Scott’s like “THE WIZZARD? YOU ARE MARRIED TO THE WIZZARD” and peter just blinks slowly. “Yeah. For a little over a year”

Carols on world.

She’s talking to Stephen like “you know what, I have this friend and I think you’d be a great fit for them” and Stephen can’t shut it down fast enough, “no no no no no thank you, I’m very happily married” and she just cocks an eyebrow. Sure he wears a ring but he wears MANY magical little doodads. “You know, my husband. You’ve worked with him before, Peter? Spider-Man?” And shes just flabbergasted. “Stephen! You cradle robber!”

Stephen and peter have their own sence of humor. Their own language practically. No one gets it.

Stephen and peter, minding their own business in the sanctum, Thursday night. Peters curled up, Stephens got a lazy arm around his shoulder holding him comfortably close while they binge watch their latest trash TV obsession over a glass of wine and tony shows up because he needs them for a mission. He’s never quite gotten used to their relationship, but In this moment he can’t get over “Stephen, are you in bunny slippers?”.

They deserve soft domesticity!!!!

While most of the time the team has meetings in the tower or compound, on occasion they have to meet up somewhere else. And when magic may be involved? They definitely are going to the sanctum to quiz Dr. Strange. While he isn't part of the Avengers, he was on call to assist when needed.

The meeting was wrapping up when a voice yelled out

" Honey I'm home!"

Everyone froze, Strange was seeing someone? They haven't heard or seen that he was. And he has been around a lot more recently.

" In the office," voiced Stephen loudly.

" Okay! By the way, where is the first aid kit? It's not under the sink"

Stephen sighed and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "The new one is in the bathroom closet.... why do you need to know?"

" Oh, you know, just a light stabbing. Nothing that I can't do myself." The voice steadily got closer, and the door to the office swung open. " unless you want to. I know you like it when......uhhh... hi?"

There in the doorway stood who appeared to be Spiderman.

A guy in his early twenties, his brown hair was damp from sweat but still a little curly. A blush was forming down his cheeks to his neck and chest. His mask was in hand as he waved awkwardly, his suit was unzip and hanging low on his hips.

Tony lowered his glasses giving Spiderman a once over and whistled. " You have been holding out on us Gandalf"

I just needed some StrangeSpider in my stressful life.

The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.

Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.

“Ah, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-” Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.

“Something about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you don’t have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such.” Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.

Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.

“I thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker.” His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boys’ quick inhale of breath.

“Peter. Call me Peter.” He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, “But ah, you’re welcome, D-Doctor.”

And that really shouldn’t sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.

“Well, Peter.” The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.

“Again, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device.” Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.

“I do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum.” Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peter’s hand, eyes never leaving the others.

Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.

“Y-yes..” Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didn’t leave and he really really didn’t want to embarass himself infront of this man.

“I-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-” Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. “Or next week!” Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. “ I wouldn’t want to bother you and y-your sanctum- I’m sure you’re incredibly busy with stuff-”

“Peter.” Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boy’s cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peter’s attention up due to their difference in height.

“I would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here.” And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.

“Yes, please.”

God help him.