Marvel: Mr. President

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New York Hospital

"W-What did they do?"

"They rushed you in here in a chopper. But it took a while to find you. The golden hours for never damage went by while you were in the car."

"What did they do?"

"11 Stainless Steel pins went in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments, server nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for 11 hours, Stephen."

"L-Look at these fixators." Stephen cried in anger.

"No one could have done better."

"I could have done better... much better."

Doctor Strange, now Patient Strange, gloomily looked at his hands as he looked at the tiny details of the work done on his hand. It only frustrated him, but all he could do was feel helpless.

In hope, he spent months in the same hospital bed, and when the time came to get his hands freed from the cast, he couldn't even move them smoothly.

"You've ruined me!" He shouted at all the doctors and the woman he 'loved.'

In search of a cure, he went to all hospitals he could, got all experimental procedures he could think of doing on his hands, and wasted away his life's savings.

Eventually, he arrived at the King's Institute, the only medical hospital run by King's Tech company of Hector King Washington. Famous for its jaw-dropping technology, it was where people with money came to get treated when all doors seemed closed... or children who had their whole lives ahead.

"Sorry, we can't help you. The nerve damage is too severe, and if you get more procedures done, it will leave your hands useless."

"They are useless!" Stephen Strange grunted.

"In fact, from what I can see, you should have never gotten any procedure done after the initial. You could have healed with our recovery therapy technology here. But you dug your own grave." The Chief Doctor of the Insitute rejected the application.

Dejected, Strange left his home to look for any other healing method.

The Chief Doctor sighed, seeing the man leave. He looked at the legendary scientist Alan Turing coming into the room and asked. "We can easily heal him with our advanced technology, then why not?"

Alan sighed. "Because to be healed this way is not his destiny. The Universe would lose much if we were to operate."

"Universe?"

"Mister President, that's what he informed me about. So don't worry, this is not the last of Doctor Strange we're hearing." Alan shrugged and returned to work.

...

Having no way out, he went more self-destructive.

"Don't pity me!"

"I'm not pitying you."

"Then what are you doing here? Bringing cheese and wine like we're old friends going for a picnic? We're not friends, Christine. We were barely lovers. But you just love a sob story, don't you? Is that what I am to you now? "Poor Stephen Strange, a charity case." "He finally needs me." Another dreg of humanity for you to work on. Patch him up and send him back into the world, heart's just humming.

"You care so much, don't you?" He screamed at the only woman who was by his side when he was a sack of useless meat on the hospital bed.

"Goodbye, Stephen." She left, giving up on helping the man who didn't want to be helped.

But that same night, Stephen received a package with the case file of a man who went through a miracle. "How in the hell... this is impossible!"

Stephen gathered the remaining money and called a personal investigator to find the man as quickly as possible.

...

Stephen went to a public basketball court in the 'poor' part of the city to see the man. It left him in shock, seeing the one who should be crippled playing basketball, jumping around as if nothing ever happened to him.

"I am Doctor Strange... was Doctor Strange. I need to as-"

The man scoffed. "I know you. You rejected me when I came to your office... no glory in my case, ha?"

"You were untreatable... I-I'm just... how did you return from being untreatable? Who helped you? I-I'm trying to find my own way back." Stephen showed his shivering hands.

Pitying, the man decided to help. "All right. I had given up on my body. But I thought... I have a mind. Why not elevate it? But I had nobody to direct me. So I once stumbled across this monk in New York. He was too old to be walking. But he seemed healthy enough.

"I asked and he merely pointed me in the direction. So I went to the mountains and sat with gurus and holy women. Strangers carried me to mountaintops to see holy men. And finally, I found my teacher. And my mind was elevated... and my spirit deepened. And somehow..."

"Your body healed?" Stephen muttered.

"Yes. There were deeper secrets, but I was too weak to learn them. So I accepted my miracles and returned here. The place you're looking for is called Kamar Taj. It's in Katmandu... but the price there is high."

"How much?"

The man laughed and moved away. "Haha, it's not the money, Doctor... Good luck."

...

Kamar Taj,

"So, now, you want to open branches for Kamar Taj on other planets?" Hector sat with Ancient One, drinking some lovely tea and discussing business, life, and the Universe.

"I have 10 billion dollars in excess funds, and it's just from this month. Your businesses in space are too profitable, Hector." She sounded helpless at that.

Hector's space cargo business and the shops were now spread all over the Galaxy and generated billions of credits every single day. He was not just the strongest person in the Universe but also the richest. But he didn't even care about money and used most of it on helping various planets.

"I can help you, just go to the United Galactic Federation, and they will set things up. Just be careful about your disciples, however. Don't want them to turn evil." He advised.

"Well, I think the guests are here... can you please call Moony? I have some work for him." Ancient One got up.

Hector chuckled and followed. "Let's see how obnoxious that man can be at the first meeting."

So he followed her and arrived in a meeting hall where Master Hamir was sitting alone, reading a book.

Then Mordo arrived with an untidy white boy, looking around at everything in hope. He was still thinking it was going to be some medical procedure that would heal him.

But then his eyes fell on tall and mighty Hector. He rubbed his eyes multiple times. "Ugh... President is Ancient One? But I-It makes sense... you're old..."

"Tea." Ancient One poured him a cup.

Hector bellowed, "Bwahaha... I'm not the Ancient One, boy."

"How can I help you, Doctor Strange?" Ancient One spoke up.

Stephen was left shocked as she looked like the youngest person in the room.

"She is the Ancient One," Mordo reassured and left with Master Hamir.

Hector stayed, however. "Fire up your questions, boy. She's got more important work to do."

"My name is Stephen Strange, Mister President."

Hector scoffed at the man's proud attitude. "Sure, kid. You sure got an attitude for someone facing the consequences of his own actions."

"What do you mean?"

"Who told you to drive and talk on the phone while it was raining? You even shouted at your lover, don't brood over if she later decides to marry someone else." Hector blurted.

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"How do you know that?"

"Magic!"

Stephen looked back at the Ancient One. "Are you the president's personal doctor?"

Ancient One chuckled, "Well, the therapist would be the right word. I talk to him often. I reckon you're here for some wisdom too, seeing you've undergone many procedures."

♫...Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know

That something wasn't right here...♫

All of a sudden, Hector's phone rang. "Yeah, President here... Eddie Brock? I'll be there in an hour. Tell him to wait for me."

As he put the phone back in his pocket, he noticed the blank faces of Stephen and Ancient One.

"What? Moony likes to hear songs on my phone. He sets them as ringtones." He clarified.

"Why does he like a song about hitting?" Ancient One asked.

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Suddenly, Hector went into shock. "W-Wait... What kind of relationship is Moony developing? Does he like being hurt? Oh no!..."

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