Doctor Strange And Iron Man Novels & Stories

Their attention was on the one they called the little m*nster. “Damn, bro. The atmosphere’s so tense,” one whispered, his voice shaking. “Shut up, idiot,” another hissed back, unable to hide his own nerves. After a few minutes of waiting, the restroom door opened again. The little m*nster stepped out, wearing his favorite Iron Man shirt, fixing his messy hair. The camera angle was a bit far, so they couldn’t make out his expression. He walked with his hands in his pockets, and what they saw made them blink in disbelief. The way he moved, the confidence in his steps, it was eerily similar to their boss, Dark. Some of them blinked repeatedly, as if refusing to believe it.

We'd be saving a large percentage of people with different neurological illnesses and that is worth waiting five years! The elevator door opened and I walked down the hallway until I got to my apartment door. I punched in the codes and the door unlocked but I was not prepared for the sight that welcomed me. “Surrender now, doctor octopus! You have nowhere to run to!” Alfred exclaimed with one leg on Easton's chest who laid on the floor. “Oh really? You underestimate me, Spider man. I'm not your regular villain!” And with that, Easton raised him up and threw him on the couch.

The handle turned. I lifted my head. The doctor stepped in first, avoiding my eyes. “Doctor?” I whispered. No response. Then the door opened wider and footsteps approached. Slow. Measured. Two men entered. Both are tall. Both terrifyingly identical. Lucian Drake. Adrian Drake. Two men wearing the same face but living different storms. Lucian’s blue eyes were winter. Six-foot-three, tattoos climbing his arms, danger clung to him. Adrian stood beside him. Same height.

"I gave the eulogy. How are you?” "I know. I'm sorry. I had to disappear." "Why?" We sat. Frank remained standing. Elowen noticed him. "Who's he?" "Frank Costello. He's... helping me." Elowen’s eyes widened. "Frank Costello?" "A Mafia boss, yes." "Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Meshack." Elowen looked between us. "What the hell is going on?" "Please I do need your help. It's about Dr. Chen."

He smiled slightly and replied, "As you've said, I'm a friend of the Warrior League." He walked over to Edward and bent down to examine him. Edward's eyes were tightly shut. "I don't see the point in this." A white-haired old man in a long black robe scoffed disdainfully. "Based on his injuries, there's no hope for Edward. There's no reason to let a young man look at him again. It's nothing but disrespect to the dead." This man was Maxwell Wainwright, and he was known as the Phantom Doctor. Everyone in the martial arts community had heard of his name.