This is an experiment of mine that I was going to make into a group, but with the chaos that a group can bring I decided to go it alone. It’s short, sweet and basically a quick origin where one hero gets anothers origin, something to make you go (hopefully) “I’d like to see that!”
1949, New York General Hospital
Doctor Stephen Strange lay in the hospital bed. His arms in casts and suspended from the roof; his neck in a brace, cut and bruises on his face. His tongue ran over his broken teeth.
“Can you hear me Stephen?” asked the doctor as he clicked his fingers in front of him. “You’ve been in an accident.”
“M-my hands…” he mumbled.
“You’re lucky to be alive,” said the doctor. “Your hands suffered extensive damage from the accident and subsequent fire. Your l…”
Stephen stopped listening as he glared at his livelihood at the end of his wrists was now over. His brilliant career as a neurosurgeon was over. His life, over!
“NO!” he yelled as he thrashed against the harness like a shark caught in a net.
Stephen Strange hiked through the mountains. For the past two years he’d circled the globe consulting doctors, healers, specialists and quacks to attempt to get his hands back to the level before his accident. Nothing had worked. The dull ache, the random spasms, the cramping was still there. He was now at the roof of the world searching for the Ancient One, a mystical man who could help him. Actually it had to work as this was the last of the family fortune funding this trip.
A strange sound caught his ears. “Wolves?”
From out of the craggy rocks came a pack of wolves. Stephen watched them as their number kept increasing to a strong force of at least fourteen. They slowly, cleverly spread themselves out to hem him in an attempt to guide him towards the bottom of the ravine. Stephen picked up some rocks and threw them which did nothing more than aggravate them. The pack launched and Stephen turned tail and ran; then fell down the steep slope. As he hit the bottom he saw a makeshift bridge seemingly shimmer into existence. He ran for the bridge as the wolves pounced. They latched onto his damaged hands, his legs and shook him like a ragdoll.
Fwip! Fwip! Fwip!
The wolves yelped as they were peppered with arrows. The pack soon bolted leaving the damaged doctor bleeding by the bridge. Six men in strange almost medieval style clothing speaking a strange tongue picked him up and carried him into the city that seconds before hadn’t been there.
“I am Yü-Ti, the Dragon Lord of K'un L'un,” stated the hooded man in green robes. “I bid you welcome.”
“Where am I?” asked Stephen.
“The ancient city of K’un L’un.” He repeated as he nodded to a large masked man with a sword strapped to his back.
“I am searching for the Ancient One.”
Yü-Ti stroked his hooded chin “I have heard of him but he does not reside in the city.”
Stephen shook his head “Then I thank you for rescuing me but I must be on my way.”
“You cannot leave,” said the swordsman “K’un L’un only appears on the Earth dimension once every ten years. Come, I will show you around your new home.”
Stephen Strange emerged from K’un L’un as its champion. He had learnt from Lei Kung the Thunderer. He had bested Lei’s son Davos. He had defeated the dragon. He had protected the city from danger. It was now time to rejoin the world and protect it as the Iron Fist.