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“So like, you’re a doctor-doctor, right, mister doctor Strange, sir?” the kid stumbles his way through, and Stephen tries not to roll his eyes too blatantly, already sensing what’s coming.
“Yes,” he says, and barely waits for Peter’s follow up, “So what about that oath to first do no harm, doesn’t that apply-” before he breaks in with, “What I’m trying to do no harm to is the universe you broke, Mr Parker.”
Honestly, it does sting a bit, but between magic, aliens, millions of tragic points in time, and three really irritating teenagers, any oaths he’d taken seem lifetimes away - and he dislikes being reminded of it enough to ignore the hurt in the kid’s face, the way he’s had to ignore so much else to do the things no one else can.