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Time to Panic {Stephen Strange X Reader}

Summary: You get shot while on a mission with the Avengers, Stephen hates what he sees when he gets there.

Warnings: Blood, gun wounds, passing out, hospitals. Please don't read if these make you uncomfortable!

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You always questioned how you got yourself into this sort of thing. You were currently holding yourself on one hand trying to stop the blood from the bullets that pierced your skin. One went through your shoulder and the other just above your right hip bone.

The pain you felt was unreal. You had been through a number of missions and fights even Thanos but besides loosing Stephen for five years, you had never felt this much pain.

A loud cry escaped you lips as you sat back on you knees unable to keep your body on top of your shot shoulder. That provoked a response from comms.

“Y/n, what happened!?”. That was Sam Wilson, who’s is also known as Captain America.

“Nothing, I’m fine”. You breathed out, taking a deep breaths. All the people you were fighting were down.

“She’s not fine, Sam! I have eyes on her, there’s a lot of blood”. That was Bucky Barnes, who was still in eyesight view of you.

“What?!”. Sam yelled. “Someone get her to the jet now, I’ll call Strange”. The others were talking in comms but you were in too much pain to listen anymore.

Dizziness and nausea hit you like a bus all at once and you had to close your eyes for a moment. Panic rose in your chest. What if this was it for you?

All you could feel was blood leaking out of your wounds. Down you arms and soaking your clothing right through.

You tried to take your mind off of it, being unable to move you need someone help. Your thoughts drifted to Stephen. The person you loved most in this world. You had just gotten him back to. Tears formed in your eyes as you thought about it, the panic rising in your throat making it feel like you couldn’t breathe.

Your vision gain black spots and your hearing began to go muffled and you let out a choked sob. Within a few seconds many people were calling your name but you fell backwards succumbing to the darkness.

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Stephen Strange sat in your shared bedroom, reading a book on different spells. His phone had rang three different times already and it was starting to annoy him. It was from the same unknown number every time. When it finally stopped he blew out a breathe of relief only hear the familiar ringtone again.

The first time he had thought it was you since you’re the only one who ever calls him. But when it called another four times he was getting annoyed.

He picked up his phone answering the call. “Hello?”.

“Strange? It’s Sam, Sam Wilson”. Sam spoke nervously through the phone Stephen immediately put his book down.

“What happened?” Stephen asked. Sam was about to soak when your voice cried out in what seemed like pain. “Wilson, what happened to her?”.

“She’s been shot twice, elbow and waist. She’s currently in and out of consciousness, racing pulse”. Sam explained. Stephen felt his breath drink at Sam’s words. “We just got to the hospital. You should come as fast as possible”.

Stephen shook his head, trying to get the dreading feeling out of his chest. “I’m coming”. Stephen hung up the phone, he ran around your room looking for a sling ring to create a portal.

Soon as he found one he opened a portal to the hospital. When he walked in you were being rolled to surgery, was what he assumed. He quickly caught up with them. “I’m her husband, Stephen Strange”.

Stephen followed them, looking at you and the blood that stained your clothes made him worried. There was so much.

He grabbed your hand, telling you it was going to be okay. But he could only be with you for so long until a nurse held him back. “Sorry sir, you can’t go past here. Your wife is in good hands”. He told Stephen.

Stephe ripped him arm away from the nurse, emotions flooding through him and unreal speeds. Questions flooding through his mind, but most of all fear, the fear he had that you weren’t going to make it.

He sat in a chair in the waiting room, debating between telling him that he used to be a surgeon there or just waiting because he wasn't sure he could see you like that.

Stephen ran his hands down his face, his thoughts weren't stopping and it was driving him insane.

A good hour past before Stephen even looked up at any of the Avengers. They were surprised Stephen hadn't yelled at them yet. Even if you had come home with a bruise they heard a mouthful from Stephen.

They all kept glancing at him, he had a stoic look on his face, staring into nothing.

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It wasn't until about three hours later when they heard about your condition. A nurse had called Stephen up, but as your husband. The Avengers were quite shocked to hear that the two of you were married.

"She's in recovery, Mr. Strange. We got both bullets out, we stopped the bleeding as well. She'll make a full recovery as long as she rest for the next month or so". The doctor said. "And I mean, like lying down for most of the day little to no walking especially for the first week. We're going to keep her overnight, but as long as nothing else happens she'll be able to go home tomorrow".

Stephen nodded his head. "Can I see her?". Stephen still knew a lot about the medical world, just because he no longer works there doesn't mean he doesn't remember the the years of work that he put into being a surgeon. He knew he would be able to see you, but he had to find out what room you would be in.

"Yes, room 405. She should be awake within the hour". The doctor said, turning away from Stephen. Stephen quickly made his way down the hallway ignoring the calls from the Avenger. He was very much angry, but he had to make sure that your were okay first.

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When you gained consciousness again, you noticed a few things. One, the pain you had been in was minimized to a burning stinging feeling. Two, your hand was in someone else's. Lastly, you were in some sort of bed, feeling the plushness beneath you.

You opened you eyes, moving your head slightly to the side, wincing in pain. Your shoulder hurt horribly as you closed your eyes again.

"Take it easy, love". Your eyes shot open as you met the eyes of your husbands soft blue ones.

"Stephen". You breathed out, voice raspy. Stephen moved the hair out of your with his free hand, which was shaking a bit more than usual.

"I'm right, here". He told you, his thumb running soft circles on your hand. "I didn't think I would be visiting you here today".

"Me either". A small smile making its way to your face. "I'm sorry about everything". You whispered.

"None of this is your fault, at all". Stephen said, sitting up in the seat beside your bed. "I'm just glad you're alive".

"You saw me?". You asked Stephen, quickly. You tried to sit up, only to feel more pain shoot through your side. This got Stephen to his feet, gently pressing you back down.

“Relax, Y/n/n. Only for a few minutes before they brought you into surgery. You need to relax, it not god to be under so much stress”. Stephen told you.

You winced as you lie back down. Stephen pressed a long kiss to your forehead, making you take a breath. With your opposite arm you reached for his face, cupping it with your hand. Stephen leaned into it, you're touch reassuring that you were here, safe and okay.

Stephen kissed your palm, laying his hand over your own. You felt his hands shaking again. Something you recognized him to relate to fear or stress. He had fixed his problem for the most part, but you noticed certain things cause them to act up.

"Are you okay, honey?". You asked Stephen, worry setting itself in your eyes. Stephen shook his head at you, gently sitting at the edge of your bed.

"You're asking me if I'm okay when you're the one with the stitches?" He asked, incredulously. You shrugged, then let out a quiet yelp of pain. Stephen rubbed your leg gently with his hand.

"Stop thinking about everyone else. You need to rest, it important so you don't pop stitches or get any sort of infection from your wounds". Stephen told you. "And if that means I have to strap you down to our bed I will".

You let out a small laugh, wincing once again at the pain that burned through your side. You ran your hands over where the wound was, but all you could really feel was bandage.

Stephen took your hands away, holding them in his own and kissing your knuckles. You smiled at your husband and he gave you a small one back. "They're keeping your for the night, just to make sure your vitals are okay". Stephen put his hand on your pulse point in your wrist. "Then I can get to properly taking care of you".

You rolled your eyes. "You have better thing to do, Stephen. I can take care of myself".

Stephen gives you a very stern look. "More important than my wife, who was shot twice?". You bit you lip trying to hide your smile at Stephen's tone.

"You are a Master of the Mystic Arts". You replied smiling, unable to keep it off your face. Stephen scoffed at you.

"Yes, I am. But my wife is much more important. Besides, Wong can take care of everything for a bit". He said, standing up. You frowned, you thought he was going to leave.

You were wrong Stephen leaned down pressing his lips to yours. You one good hand made it way to the side of his face, holding him there. He broke away after a few moments. Stephen doesn't think he had ever been more scared in his life than when he got the call that you had gotten shot. Being able to hold you right now is the only thing that is grounding him.

You run you nail gently over the top of his stumble, earning a small moan from your husband. "I'm here Stephen, there no need to worry anymore".

He was convinced you could read his mind. He shook his head, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before he moved back to his chair. "You should rest, love".

"Can you stay with me?". You asked, panic making its way to your eyes quickly. You tried to sit up again, but Stephen was quick to keep you down. He ran his finger through your hair.

"I'll be here the whole time, love. I promise". He told you. "I'll be here when you wake up, okay?". You took a deep breath, feeling his fingers run through you hair, and nodded.

You closed your eyes, focusing on Stephen and that nothing else was going to happen. You were safe now.

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A/N: Hi! I'm sorry its been a few days since I posted, school has been crazy! I'm not sure how I feel about this, but it was fun writing, maybe I'll do a part two when the reader gets back to the sanctum? Let me know what you think :) Also my requests are open! Please request if their's a certain character you want to see! I hope you all have a great day and I'll see you in the next one!