Chapter 1 - Stephen Strange makes a mistake
[I promise the next chapters will be longer, I just needed to get this posted before I never did.]
There was one point in his life when Doctor Stephen Strange would have believed himself to be one of the best surgeons ever. In spite of his uniquely risky tactics, and the occasional gamble of his patients' lives, he made a fortune from his high success rates. Some of his old classmates had called him a lucky bastard, though Steven assumed that if that was true, the day he ran his car off a cliff was when his luck ran out.
He spent his entire bank account trying to find a way to stabilize his shattered hands, but nothing came of it. It was then that he found his salvation—magic. It could have saved his hands, he could have returned to his prosperous life as a surgeon, but now that he’d seen the life ahead of him, he couldn't bear to go back. Even so, Stephen swore he would never make such a reckless miscalculation again; the Avengers was a gamble he almost wasn't ready to make, though the risk was calculated and it paid off with the loss of only a few lives.
But even professionals make mistakes. Steven would say that this mistake was one of his worst, and he wouldn't even remember making it. He wouldn't remember the brave child he’d deemed with a sip of his once steady hands. He wouldn't remember Peter. But as the memories of the boy he’d grown to like slipped from his fingers, he could only hope that he would be okay wherever he’d been sent.
Sometimes Peter still felt like he was there, on that godforsaken planet—facing off against the mad titan himself. It would repeat over and over in his head, what he could have done that day. Maybe if he had gotten that damn gauntlet off his hand back then Mr.Stark would never have died, maybe if he had snapped his fingers instead, everyone would be okay.
Everyone was not okay.