AN: So...plot bunnies. I know, I have another Spider-Man fic out along with 2 others that are ongoing but Holy Hell the plot bunnies wanted this out. Badly. Oh! I'm so sorry! Where are my manners? I'm Mutilated Pancake! Your dark side Empress and Princess of the Twilight. I know I know. That's a lot. Anyway. Welcome to my crazy world! Buckle up loves, it's about to get bumpy ;) also, hey to any of my Spider-Babies from my fic My Bubba Has a Metal Arm! I have no idea how long this will be or how much it'll be updated due to other ongoing stories and real-life stealing my attention half the time *shrugs* so just bare with me if you will. Few things, firstly I know my grammar sucks. Tell me something I don't know. Second, I have seen Doctor Strange but I've never written him before so if he's out of character I apologize. It'll take me a bit to get him nailed down. Third, flames are gross and will be tossed in the garbage along with their reviewer. Lastly, let's have some fun :) Here! We! GO!

PS. Just real quick, I put this here in Avengers because I couldn't decide where it should really go.

Enjoy Spider-Babies!

Paging Doctor Papa Strange!

Thunder rolled on this hot summer night in New York as a was starting roll in from the hurricane down the coast. The streets were nearly empty as people were preparing themselves just in case if the hurricane reached them and they had to bail. A lone figure dressed in a big overcoat with a hood covering most of their face carried a basket with a baby bag in a hurry to beat the rain. They reached their destination and set the basket with the baby bag down in front of the door.

The figure opened the basket and revealed a sleeping newborn. They smiled sadly and kissed the little forehead.

"I'm sorry my love. You'll be safer this way. You'll have a family that can take care of you, but know deep in your heart your real parents loved you so so much and we'll miss you." The mystery woman whispered.

The baby whimpered and settled back into sleep.

"Goodbye, my sweet Peter." She whispered.

She pounded on the door loudly and bolted off into the night. Disappearing possibly forever.

The door opened revealing a small Asian man dressed in ancient clothing. He looked around to find whoever knocked on the door this late at night.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called over the thunder.

He then heard a cry and looked down finding the basket and baby bag. He gasped brought the basket and bag inside. The storm was getting closer and if the cry he heard was a baby's and there's one in the basket, he couldn't leave it outside. That would be cruel and his partner would never forgive him.

"Wong? Who was that?" A voice called.

"Strange! You might want to come here." Wong called back.

A tall thin man came into the room and down the stairs. He was in scrubs.

"Wong, what's going on? What's in the basket?" Strange asked.

Wong opened the basket and he was right. There was a baby inside.

Strange snapped out of his shock first and took the basket from Wong and quickly but gently carried it to his medical lab upstairs. He placed the basket carefully on the table and lifted the newborn out like he was handling glass. He examined the infant to make sure he was alright.

"Wong? Is there a note or something? Surely there must be a reason as to why a baby was dropped at our doorstep so late into the evening." Strange asked.

"No note but I did find this hospital bracelet," Wong said.

"What the little ones name?" Strange asked gently shushing a whimpering infant as it woke.

"It says, Peter Parker."

Before Strange could say anything the TV that had been left on was playing a breaking news report.

"Breaking news. Richard and Mary Parker, well-known scientists for OSCORP died this evening in a plane crash just shortly after Ben and May Parker were murdered by unknown assailants. More details to come, stay tuned. Now for the weather-"

Wong had turned the TV off and looked at Strange. Strange was looking at the infant in his arms and felt something he never thought he would. Ever. He had only held the baby for a short time and felt a connection to him. This poor newborn was alone. He has no one. Strange decided right then and there, he was going to protect and raise the infant as his own. He felt Peter would grow into an amazing man, destined for great things.

"Strange?" Wong asked.

"Wong, look up the adoption process as I get Peter settled. He'll be staying with us." Strange said.

Wong smiled and left to look the adoption process. Strange was going to make a great papa.

*squee* Baby Peter! Also Papa Strange! *flails*

Until Next Time! *spews word vomit*