"Gwyneth Maxworth, in Australia."

"Down undah!" Kyra drank to that.

"Nope, not it," Tony swiped the picture into the trash can.

"Storky, please!" Kyra whined. "This is like the fifth one we've rejected. There's gotta be somebody out there for me?" She leaned over Tony's shoulder as they went through the list of potential neurosurgeons for her to shadow.

"There's Dr. Yasargil, in Zurich."

"Ooh, Switzerland! Do you have a cabin there?! But seriously, let's stick to this country. Two factors: America is a bitch to foreign students, and B, I'm technically an alien, so I only recognize the good ol' U.S of A," she mocked Hollywood invasion movies.

"Well, there's..." JARVIS began as he narrowed the search list.

"Dr. Rob Spitzer in Arizona," Tony cut him off.

"That guy's nuts!"

"And I'm not shadowing anyone 'Spit'," she added after finishing her beer.

Tony laughed, "good one. Um... Ben Carson?"

"Nah. I try to stay out of politics. Nasty business," Kyra Frost of Asgard announced.

"Of course, Princess of wherever and what not," Tony rolled his eyes.

"Sir, why not mention-"

"No, Jarvis. Delete him."

"Delete who?" Kyra was now deeply interested.

"Nobody," Tony tried to avoid the conversation by heading to the mini fridge.

"But sir, he is the best result to Ms. Dawson's criteria. He's the best neurosurgeon in the Western Hemisphere. And he's in the country."

"No," Tony said determinedly as he shoved a bottle in his mouth.

"What do you mean no?" Kyra argued, "It's my residency."

Tony sighed.

"Strange is the... Strange is the me of medical science. He can master any subject overnight, right down to the self arrogance. Gosh," he stopped in retrospect, "you can see how annoying it is when someone else does it."

"I want him," Kyra said with equal determination.

"No," he said resoundly, a finger at her nose.

"Yes," Loki's daughter smiled at him pettily, hands on her hips.

"No."

The Audi didn't have a hard time finding a parking space at the hospital. Tony drove straight up to the guarded employee lot, and the star(k) struck guard let him right through.

"You love abusing your fame, don't you?" Kyra teased, entertained.

"Abuse? What else do you use fame for, if not for personal benefit?"

"I so get you. On Asgard, I can do, go, and get whatever I want, whenever."

"Exactly!" Tony agreed as he parked the car.

"Now you know," he sighed as he turned off the engine, "it's still not too late. We can turn around; find literally any other neuro. Even in this hospital," he called as he followed her out of the vehicle.

"No!" Kyra laughed at his misery. "You know, I've never had the pleasure of seeing anyone get you so unnerved. So, you couldn't PAY me to choose anyone else."

"You're mean," Tony pouted, putting on glasses as he followed her lead.

"I'm famous," Kyra flashed him his own smirk and wrapped her hands around his arm as they walked into Metro General.

The smart glasses laid the map to Strange's office and Tony strutted proudly past the stares and cellphones pointed at him. On the outside, this bitch looked arrogant as fuck, but actually, the man paid off random high priced hospital bills on his way to face his arch nemesis.

"For the second time, I want-" Dr. Stephen Strange turned his head to the door for three seconds before returning to his task over the file cabinet.

"She can stay. You've overstayed your welcome."

Tony scoffed in disgust. "She is 17."

"Uh, she is 23," Kyra corrected Tony.

"And I'm bored," Strange snapped the document shut and defeatedly came over. "What do you want, Stark? Finally donating your brain to me?"

"Sure. After I discover immortality. So... that's never."

Strange smirked at Stark's cockiness.

Kyra almost keened.

"I'll lend you my notes," the doctor quipped and turned towards his desk, "for a fee, of course."

"Ught! I wouldn't buy from your lemonade stall!"

"I could still outsell you."

"Who wants to have a threesome!" Kyra finally spoke.

Both the alphas in the room turned to look at her.

"What?"

"What??"

She stepped forward in the path between them.

"What? What better use of this ridiculous big dick energy!" Kyra beamed with her explanation.

"I don't know about the threesome, but-"

"No, no! Ew, GOD no! She's Captain America's baby sister."

Strange lost interest again and sat at his desk. "What exactly is her purpose, then?"

"She's your new intern," Tony informed him proudly, as if this were nonnegotiable.

Strange narrowed his gaze. "I don't take on the general's favorite granddaughter."

"Consider it a matter of national security," Tony said, fidgeting with his belt as he moved closer to the window, "wouldn't wanna be caught on the wrong side of the United States government, Strange. You mind?" he thumbed to the now open window, one foot on the sill.

"Normal people take the door," doctor Strange told him, annoyed.

"I'm not walking," he stood fully on the windowsill, three floors above the ground. "See you later, kid," Tony winked, tossing her the car keys as he stepped out, suit encasing him.

"Suck it up, Strange!" Ironman flew off.

"Great!" Strange said sarcastically as he stood, attention on his pager. "Babysitting. You better know what you're in for."

"I hope so," Kyra followed him around the office. "I just got out of Columbia."

Strange didn't hide his amusement. "Columbia, huh? Then why not do your residency at Pres?"

"Pres doesn't have you. I graduated med school just short of two years, I'm not taking long with residency. I'm on track to beat your record, by the way," she mentioned proudly.

"Just one degree, hmm? What a trick!" He scoffed, walking out with plenty of files in his hands.

"Oh believe me, the schools back in my home? You wouldn't last a day," she shook her head to save herself from revealing too much. "We're getting off track, what's on schedule for today?"

"I, have an OR scheduled for the next thirty minutes. You, get to work on these."

"Paperwork?" she stared at the pile he'd just handed her.

"If you want to be my intern, at least make yourself useful. Have those finished by the time I'm out, then we'll talk."

"But..." Kyra began to protest.

"Bye bye," Strange walked off.