Dr strange didn't know what to think when a rather quiet but urgent banding sounded from the Sanctums front door. He was even more baffled when he opened the door to find a kid, who looked about fourteen,who'd he'd never seen before, standing in the below freezing weather with nothing more than a thin sweater on. His hair was soft curly brown, and his cheeks were brilliantly red, and he had Midtown School of Science & Technology printed on his sweatshirt.

And he was violently shivering and he was breathing too shallow for that to be healthy

Despite his better judgement Steven looked expectantly at the boy who, for some unknown reason had the same expression of his

"Do I know you?

The boy opened his mouth as if to answer, but all that came out was a strangled cough . He looked down at his feet and frowned, clearly disappointed at what he saw. After a moment of him blinking several times in rapid succession to keep the tears that were threatening to spill over at bay, he looked up with a desperate expression and held out a card.

The card was smooth and sheen like a business card, and in the canter was a black Seal of the Vishanti, and on the other side was a simple:

177A Bleecker street,

Greenwich Village, New York

"How did you get this?" Steven asked, pointing at the boy who he by the way needs to get his name because he can't just keep calling him " the boy" in his head. He looked up and slowly, sadly shook his head.

"Who are you?" A little softer this time.

Another shake,smaller, sadder

Confusion and slow body movement : mild to moderate hypothermia

Strange was now thoroughly confused but with lack of a better solution he stepped aside and invited the boy inside the sanctum. He stepped in cautiously and quickly scanned the room. Searching. Searching for what Dr. Strange can only assume is exits and hiding spots seeing the anxiety in his eyes. He lets himself be guided to a kitchenette where Steven starts up a pot of tea, and starts to get blankets.

"Wong!" Steven yelled, barely catching the flinch that comes out of the boy from the sudden loud noise.

"Strange I swear if this is about another broken glass you knocked off because you were too hyper focused to see it was right there-" Then he say the boy, with his freshly poured cup of tea

"This is a little more important than that."

"Who's this?"

Steven only held out the mysterious card then starts talking

"He has symptoms of moderate hypothermia and needs to be warmed up soon-," Strange

cut off seeing Wong's mildly horrified expression, looking from the card, to the boy, then back to the card. Wong opened his mouth several times, only to close it, lost for words. Steven was confused, having never seen Wong like this before. Suddenly Wong decided the perfect wording for this…. situation

"...oh shi-"

Well this is the end of chapter one! I will hopefully be posting at least twice a week if not more. If anyone has any questions, comments, or constructive criticism please direct them my way and I will try to answer them at the end of the next chapter.

`~Thanks for reading