Dr. Steven Strange, MD

"That would be great! Would I look good?" Ororo laughed.

Steven's lips pressed together in an attempt at subduing his own humor. "Miss Munroe, if there is a statue I could stand to stare at for the next thousand years, it would be one of you, dear."

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"At least now you have a good doctor friend to call on." he winked at her, his tone warm and humored. "I'm more than happy to help. Hopefully you shouldn't have to on a frequent basis-eat people, I mean. I'll refrain from advising you to get enough iron in your diet, shall I?"

Send me a "~" for my muse's reaction to yours sliding their arms around my muse's waist and kissing them.

"Don’t worry. I creep out a lot of people. It’s my speciality. Are Dr Strange? Dr Steven Strange?"

"I've been called worse!" he cracked, flashing sparkling eyes with his smile. "Yes, I'm Steven Strange. And you are. . . .?"

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"Yeah, that won’t really do anything. Don’t breathe, don’t eat food, no heartbeat. Medicine won’t do jack." Though he seemed to be the only one laughing about the situation. "Don’t panic on my behalf, I’m fine."

"You’ll have to tell me all about what happened, then… if it’s not prying of me to inquire. Now mind you an old man is prone to his forgetful moments, but I thought I had taken care of the… oh blather. What do you kids call it these days? The ‘fangy’ problem."

"No one actually calls it the fangy problem.” She sighed. “I got roped into some scheme by Dracula’s son Xarus, who was the Lord of the Vampires at the time, so that he could build a vampire mutant army. Went evil for about a week, got better, stayed a vampire though. I win at stupid decision making.”

"Yea’ ah’m jus’ lookin’ for Sam. Ya ain’ seen him nowhere, have ya?"

"Alas, I have not. I’d be more than happy to investigate the matter further for you,…

"Ah’m alrigh’ wit’ waitin’, been doin’ it a while. Migh’ have ta go meetin’ up wit’ Vic ‘nd them in Central Park later on."

Steven couldn't help but perk an eyebrow at the boys' resignation. "Is that so? I trust the issue itself is not so pressing, in that case? Do I have cause to be concerned?"

"Actually I came to check on you, Son. But I suppose I can oblige.” Steven chuckled and searched about for a moment, before presenting the wire strippers to the other man. “Is this a bad time?”

"To check on me…" He mused beneath his breath, slipping the strippers into the back pocket of his jeans. Alexei folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the fuselage of the Ag-Cat Danvers had wanted him to look at, "Depends on what you want."

"Please, excuse me. I think I should introduce myself before I venture further." Steven held out his hand. "I am Doctor Steven Strange. A longtime friend to Miss Danvers, if that assuages you any. As much as I would love to say she sent me, I would be fibbing. But that is close enough to the truth. Should I start by asking about your health? Or would that seem disingenuous?"

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"Gee, guess not everyone got the memo after all…" She said, a somewhat awkward smile on her features. "Not exactly living anymore."

"I suppose that answers the question regarding whether or not I ought to contemplate cardiopulmonary resuscitation, isn’t that so?" he chuckled. "I’m glad I asked. Otherwise I might have panicked." 

"Yeah, that won’t really do anything. Don’t breathe, don’t eat food, no heartbeat. Medicine won’t do jack." Though he seemed to be the only one laughing about the situation. "Don’t panic on my behalf, I’m fine."

"You'll have to tell me all about what happened, then. . . if it's not prying of me to inquire. Now mind you an old man is prone to his forgetful moments, but I thought I had taken care of the. . . oh blather. What do you kids call it these days? The 'fangy' problem."

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"Well hey there, kiddo! Long time no see—" Steven tilted a look over his glasses. "Is it just me or are you a bit pale?"

"Gee, guess not everyone got the memo after all…" She said, a somewhat awkward smile on her features. "Not exactly living anymore."

"I suppose that answers the question regarding whether or not I ought to contemplate cardiopulmonary resuscitation, isn't that so?" he chuckled. "I'm glad I asked. Otherwise I might have panicked."