Fandom: Marvel

Ship(s): Ironstrange [SupremeFamily]

Timeline: Beginning of Doctor Strange {6 years earlier} - Infinity War - Endgame Aftermath

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S/N: Flashbacks are in italics

S/N: Only Ned knows Peter is Spiderman

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Dr. Stephen Strange was driving along on a cliffed highway, having just dropped off his and Tony Stark's adopted son, Peter Stark-Strange, at his Aunt May's apartment. He allowed himself to crack a smile, thinking of the young, cheerful boy. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden call, ringing quietly throughout the sleek black car.

He blinked in confusion but patched it through.

"This is Doctor Stephen Strange, correct?"

"...Yes. Is something wrong? An emergency surgery, perhaps?"

"Doctor, I am terribly sorry. Your boyfriend, Anthony Edward Stark, has been kidnapped after his escort was ambushed in Afghanistan."

A gasp escaped the doctor's lips, the shock from the sudden news causing him to forget he was driving. Suddenly, the car's wheels weren't on the road anymore, and he was tumbling down a steep cliff. He was knocked unconscious when the car hit a large rock and flipped.

A day later, he woke up in the hospital. But there was a problem. He didn't remember anything. And this realization terrified him.

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Tony Stark was in an army vehicle in Afghanistan, on his way home after showing off his work to have a good family night with his boyfriend and adopted son. Suddenly, there were piercing gunshots and ordering yells. A soldier shoved him in a different direction than the fighting and ordered him to run. So he did. Because he knew Stephen and Peter would never forgive him if he didn't.

At one point (he couldn't quite remember which), he was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he found a power source in his chest, keeping him alive. He had remembered who he was. Tony Stark, Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. But he felt as though he was forgetting something that mattered. Something important.

One day, he glanced at the only screen in the small cave. There were two goons grumbling over a crumpled and slightly bloody photograph their hands. Because of that fact, he assumed it had come from his belongings. It was of three figures, one standing on a box and another leaning down, flanking the figure in the middle, so they were all the same height. The top of the photo had been cut off, so only their smiles could be seen.

The two goons tossed it into a fire, and Tony's heart broke. But why? He wondered. Who was he forgetting?

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Peter had been living with his Aunt May for six years. May had explained that his parents had both died- one in a horrific car crash, and the other in an ambush in Russia. He believed her words, never paying mind to the quiet name echoing in his head. The name one of his parents called the other.

Anthony.

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Six Years Later...

Peter's POV:

Ned was sitting beside me on the bus as we began our field trip. "Ugh. There's nothing to talk about but that one old rumor of Tony Stark having a son that someone started up again." He huffed, leaning back against his seat. I smirked a little. "I don't think it's true. He never mentioned having one, and I'm the only teenage intern at the Compound." I pointed out.

Ned sighed, going quiet again only for a few seconds. "Why don't you live with your parents?" He asked, upbeat again. I winced, making Ned stop. "Oh... I'm sorry. You... You just never told me and I was-" He began, only for me to cut him. "It's fine! I don't remember them all that well! It's just... difficult to know they're gone." I sighed, remembering all the 'bring your parent to school' days and never being able to participate. Not like everyone else.

"How did they die?" Ned asked gently. "A car crash and an ambush. They happened a few hours apart from each other. One was called about the ambush while driving and drove off a cliff in turn. I was Aunt May's for the weekend, so I was fine." I explained quietly, slumping against my seat. "... What were they like? Who were they?" Ned asked, clearly trying to make me focus on happier thoughts.

"...I...I don't know? Who were my parents?" I whispered in realization. Ned blinked. "Woah. Weird. Do you have any memory of them?" He asked. I closed my eyes and tried to think. Tried to remember. After a little, I managed to remember something.

We were laying on the wooden balcony on vacation, laying under the stars that we couldn't normally see from New York City. "God, I wish we could do this more often. Whenever I look at the stars, I wonder: what's out there? Other solar systems? Other universes? Other galaxies? Other lifeforms? What does the sky hold?" Tony said, smiling with glittering, bright eyes.

Stephen smiled back. "Who knows? I don't personally believe in aliens- but there probably are other planets beyond Pluto." He guessed. I grinned toothily. "If there are aliens, I wanna be their friend!" I exclaimed. My parents laughed and pulled me closer. "Maybe so." Tony smiled.

I smiled sadly, opening my eyes. This meant one of my parents was actually alive. And I had fought beside him. Ned was staring at me, clearly waiting for an answer. I was about to respond, only to stop at the sudden ice-cold fear racing through my veins, hairs standing on end. I whipped my head towards the window, immediately noticing the giant floating alien spaceship.

I turned to Ned and saw the fear in his eyes. "Ned. I need you to cause a distraction." I pleaded. He nodded and burst out of his seat. As everyone was gaping at the spaceship, I put on my mask and swung through the emergency window. I saw Mr. Stark (my father!) in trouble, and reacted.

"Hey, man. What's up, Mr. Stark?"

"Kid, where'd you come from?"

"A field trip! To MoMA-"

The alien brute slammed me away, but I soon swung back in, determined to help my father.

"Uh, what's this guy's problem, Mr. Stark?"

"Uh, he's from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red and another alien guy following it on a floating piece of concrete. "Kid, that's the wizard. Get on it." Mr. Stark said, holding the weapon back with a shield. I nodded, wordlessly swinging through the archway.

The Cloak carrying the mysterious wizard got caught on a few lamp posts, causing its cargo to suddenly fall towards the pavement. I webbed his body before he could impact the rock and tugged his body after me, getting him towards safety. Then he was being sucked up by a tractor beam. I grabbed a lamp post to keep him on Earth. Then I saw his face. It was non-other than Stephen Strange. My other father, just as dramatic and arrogant as the first.

I held on tighter, promising myself never to let go.

I'd lost him once.

There was no way in hell I was gonna lose him again.

I gasped as the post suddenly went up with us, taking away our tether to Earth. To safety.

"Mr. Stark, I'm being beamed up!"

"Hang on, kid!"

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We were now on Thanos' ship, hurtling at lightspeed towards Titan. After quite a bit of snarking at one another, my parents agreed to go to Titan to face Thanos rather than turn the ship around. They separated, Stephen throwing me a thoughtful glance as he brushed past me. Tony sighed, leaving in the opposite direction.

I walked up to the window, gazing quietly at the passing stars. Tony had admired them once. Now I knew he feared them, always expecting more dangers to come flooding out of the dark surrounding the balls of light. I rested my head against the glass. If I unmasked myself, would they even recognize me? Considering how they argued and called each other by their last names instead of softly saying their first names like they always did, they almost certainly didn't remember.

Soon, I came to a decision. I knew a lot about Mr. Stark's life, so I would carefully ask Stephen what happened to him after the crash. Then I would go to Mr. Stark and ask him but with Afghanistan.

I swung over and stopped near Stephen, as not to startle him. He simply turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Dr. Strange?" I asked quietly. "What?" He asked, waiting impatiently for my question, arms crossed. I glanced at my feet. "I don't mean to be rude, you don't have to answer, but... w-what happened to your hands?" I asked quietly, stuttering from the fear he truly didn't remember our family. The doctor blinked at the hesitant question.

"... I don't remember anything before waking up in the hospital, but apparently, I crashed my car and drove it off a cliff. I broke several bones in my hands and got amnesia." He explained, clearly not understanding why he trusted me. "Oh. Okay. I'm sorry for bothering you." I whispered, realizing my dad didn't remember our time together. Stephen's sharp, crystal blue eyes softened. "You didn't bother me at all." He objected.

I nodded under the mask. "You know, Mr. Stark isn't so bad once you get to know him," I said after a moment of quiet, trying to fill the empty space silence left. Stephen raised his eyebrow. "From how protective Stark is of you, you may as well be his son." He remarked, making me freeze. "You have no idea," I whispered, murmuring a farewell, and swinging away. I paused in the rafters for a little, mulling over the new information. At least I knew one side of the story now.

I continued on, landing in front of Tony. "Mr. Stark?" I asked. He sighed. "Yeah, kid?" He asked. "Um. Well, you don't have to answer, but I heard you were kidnapped. What... exactly happened?" I asked, nervousness once again bleeding into my voice. He blinked. "Well, some bastards kidnapped me on my way home. They searched my suit, took out my family photo, and burned-" He began, before stopping himself in shock.

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern. He looked up, panic and confusion in his eyes. "I remember the family photo, but I don't remember the family. Who were they? Why has it slipped my mind?" He asked himself, hands rasing to his hair to pull at it. "Woah, Mr. Stark, chill! Hey, as soon as this is over, we'll figure it out." I said.

He relaxed. "Alright, kid. Afterward." Under the mask, I felt silent tears slip down my face in grief for us. For our family. The sound once again crossed my mind.

"Anthony?"

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Third Person POV:

Now, after everything that had happened, they all sat together, every hero in the same room. Among them were Loki, Valkyrie, Korge, Miek, Gamora, and Heimdall. Peter, still in his mask, was telling tales of his adventures, including his fight against the vulture. As he was talking, a picture fell out of his pocket.

Tony, sitting beside Stephen, picked it up and was about to give it back when he recognized it, as did Stephen. It was a picture of three people, one of which was Tony, and another of which was Stephen, along with a seven-year-old boy standing on a box and Stephen leaning down so they were all the same height. They all smiled so happily, even Stephen.

Tony's eyes went wide. Stephen's head ached. He realized he had seen that picture before, and suddenly, he remembered taking it. As did Tony. Their memories had returned. They looked up at each other in shock, their brains processing the memories. Slowly, smiles spread across their faces. Loki was the only one to notice this cheerful, loving glance. And he smiled at it. Not a smirk, not a malicious grin. A smile.

"Welp, I'm gonna go get some fresh air outside," Tony said suddenly, standing up and leaving, slipping the picture back into Peter's pocket. At the doorway, he met Stephen's eyes and glanced towards the balcony. Stephen dipped his head slightly in response. He gave an excuse to leave the room and met Tony outside.

Tony was leaning against the rails, gazing at the sunset of a vicious day. "You remember?" He asked quietly, hearing Stephen approach. Stephen nodded, coming to a stop beside him. "I'm glad you're alright, after Afghanistan and all," Stephen said. Tony nodded. "... where do you think Peter is now?" He asked into the comfortable silence.

Stephen was silent for a little. "Who knows? He should be about fifteen by now. Last time I saw him, I had dropped him off at May's for the weekend. Then, as I was driving back, I got the call about Afghanistan and swerved off a small cliff in shock. I got retrograde amnesia and forgot everything before the crash. But that photo...." He trailed off.

"Made you remember, yeah. Same here, Gandalf." Tony finished for him, leaning into the brush of their shoulders. "When I was in Afganistan, I remembered being Tony Stark, and most of my life. But I forgot all about you and Peter. And I've never been more sorry for it." He continued quietly. Stephen nodded in understanding.

Tony was quiet for a moment. "When we find Peter again, you aren't gonna be the one teaching him how to drive." He assured Stephen. Someone chuckled quietly behind them. "I'm certain he'll love it either way," Peter whispered, leaning in the doorway to the balcony. Despite the quiet response, the two men whipped around.

"Kid, this is a private conversation," Tony pointed out, anger peering through his voice. "Calm down, Mr. Stark. I already knew you were lovers." Peter assured them. They both blinked. "How? For six years, we didn't know we were lovers." Stephen pointed out, gesturing to himself and Tony. Peter, still only known to them as Spiderman, shrugged. "Not everyone who knew you were lovers managed to get their memories erased." He replied.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. "And who are you? Under the mask?" He asked, eyes cold and firm. Tony, however, snorted at the boy's answer. "Spiderman, from your voice, you're clearly around 15. If you had known us when we lost our memories, you would've had to be around 7, just like Pe-" He began, only to cut himself off and stare at the boy. "Just like Peter." Stephen finished in a quiet voice, cutting through the sudden silence like a knife.

Peter's armored mask fell away, revealing red eyes and a sad smile. "You got me." He whispered, smile wobbling as though it were about to break. Then, he was collapsing in his parents' arms, tears of joy and relief streaming down his face. They wordlessly pulled him closer, just like that night so long ago.

When Peter's sobs quieted, Tony spoke. "How long have you known it was us?" He murmured. Peter sniffled. "Ned asked me about my parents on the bus. I finally paid mind to those faint memories about us. I asked you what happened that day because I honestly didn't know what happened after your accidents." He whispered. The Cloak draped itself across on Peter's shoulders, using its side to wipe away his tears.

"Welcome back." Tony finally murmured to his reunited family. "Welcome back, Anthony." Stephen murmured back, taking his hand. They all looked at the sunset, oddly calmed. Peter looked up and saw a flying figure in the distance, flying over the nearby mountains. It glowed bronze in the fading orange, pink, and yellow light. There were a few tiny figures on its back, the front whooping happily. He blinked, and it was gone.

He didn't know what it was, and frankly, he didn't care.

His family was back together again.

That was all that mattered.

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Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update. I have been stuck in writer's block for gods know how long, and inspiration wasn't coming up. Also, thanks for 60+ followers and 870+ reads on my book! It truly means a lot! I have a lot of one-shots in the works, so I will be trying my hardest to get those out!

I am thinking about making an art book, as well, since I have a lot of artwork in my journal and I'm planning on participating in Inktober, though I'm gonna post each day's drawings on my Tumblr as well (@Emberleaf23).

(Rewritten in April 2019)

[A/N: {This message is being written on April 17, 2019} Enjoy Endgame! No spoilers in the comments, though!]

Anyway, Never be Cruel and Never be Cowardly! Bye!

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He'd tell them the truth later.