Remembering you - Fem Reader X Stephen Strange

Chapter 1 - First Day

There will be no warnings and I just made up a birthday for you, for the sake of the story: September 20th, 1993. I'm just having Stephen born in 1980. I also want to note that this is in early 2014.

From a young age I knew I wanted to be a doctor....I knew I wanted to help people. I wanted to be just like my mother who died when I was very young. I was blessed with her knowledge and was able to graduate high school at the age of sixteen. I only did four years of school and now am about to start my first hospital job in New York.

It's been hard the last year with my internship, my father had just passed away...but he told me not to give up.

I'm doing this for them.

I was pretty much the youngest doctor here at twenty-one. I was nervous that no one would take me seriously...especially Doctor Strange. I hear he is sometimes rude and arrogant.

I quickly go into the cafeteria and buy myself and Doctor Strange  an iced coffee. As I walk out, I slam into someone's chest. "Shit!" The man yells in shock, looking down at his now ruined top.

"I'm so sorry! Oh my god!" I cover my face in embarrassment.

"This is just great...I finally get a break from-" He stops and stares at me, a smile forming on his face. "It's alright."

"No it's not...oh god. I'm so sorry, sir. I can go run and buy you a new top, or I can give you some money." I reach into my purse and pull out my wallet.

"No, I don't want your money. It's alright." He chuckles, he then reaches forward and grabs my badge, "Y/N?"

"Yeah..." I cover my face again.

"I'm Stephen Strange."

"Oh god...I'm supposed to be meeting with you, I was bringing you a coffee. This is terrible. I'm sorry."

"Hey...calm down. It's not the end of the world. I have millions of these tops." He laughs. "It's nice of you to think about getting me a coffee."

"Here." I shove fifty dollars into his hand and shove my wallet back into my purse.

"You really don't need to do that."  He tries to give it back.

"Yes I do." I nod as I shove his hand back.

"Let's just forget this happened, okay? Take a deep breath."
I stare up at him and do as he says....the way he was looking at me maked me squirm. "Go put your stuff away and then we'll get to work." He quickly turns and walks off.

Maybe he wasn't arrogant or rude after all.....

Wrong.

I was immediately thrown into surgery with him, he started to critique everything I was doing and was making many comments on my education and age.

"Did you even attend medical school?"

"No that's wrong."

"I knew you'd be too young for this."

"That's terrible let me do it."

"This is why I like working alone, not with children."

He eventually sent me to go do paperwork after I proved him wrong when he tried to use the wrong tool.

I find my small little office and immediately start working on the large stack of paperwork. It unfortunately needed to be done by tonight.

Thirty minutes later my new boss knocked on my door. "Y/N, how is your first day going?"

"Well..." I sigh and rub my face.

"My first day went the same way. Don't worry, it will get better." She smiles. "I'm assuming it has something to do with Strange?"
I slowly nod. "He can be...difficult sometimes. You just have to get to know him." She smiles. "I wanted to give you your schedule, tomorrow you'll be working in the delivery ward."

"Sounds great!" I smile.

"It's nice to have someone that can do it all." She nods.

"Do you think I'm too young for this? Inexperienced?" I ask.

"Definitely not. We're lucky to have someone like you....Come find me if you need anything."

"Thank you." I wave as she leaves.

Before my door shuts, a hand stops it and pushes it open again. "Hey..." Doctor Strange walks in.

"Doctor Strange....I'm still working. I'll have it done by tonight." I nod.

"I'll help you." He sits across from me and takes a stack of papers.

"Doctor Strange...I can do my job. I know you don't think I can, but I can finish simple paper work on my own."

"Call me Stephen. I do know you can do your job. You just need someone to be hard on you so you work harder. You won't get anything done if we coddle you." He shakes his head. "I have time...I'll help you."

I was starting to think he's bipolar.