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You Are My Home
Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Stephen is happy to get home and have you there waiting for him.
Word Count: 1,5k
Warnings: Very lovely p n v sex, basically just fluff.
A/N: Wrote this yesterday afternoon and decided to post it while the sex pollen fic isn't ready yet. Hope you like it.
Stephen used to be a man of exquisite tastes, who wanted to own the best car, impress as many women as possible, draw the most attention to himself at all times. This was Stephen before the accident, then there was Stephen after the accident, the one who lost everything he owned, who stopped looking after himself because he just couldn't make his hands obey him, the one who found purpose in the mystical arts and which ended up being dragged into the infinity war and blipped for five years.
Today Stephen was a third type of man. Less arrogant, more wise, he liked to think. Neither rich nor poor, but a comfortable thing between those two, somewhat eccentric in style for his old self's eyes, but most important of all: Stephen had you now. The woman he met after returning from the blip, with whom he had been together for three years and who had now agreed to live with him permanently in the Sanctum. Stephen was for all intents and purposes married now, although the papers still hadn't been signed and he still hadn't slipped a ring on your finger.
He never thought it could make him so happy. Of course, you made him happy enough just by loving him, but there was something special about knowing that every time he came home you were there to welcome him. It made him feel that everything he fought for, sometimes such abstract concepts as reality, the universe, now had a form and a name. You.
That night when Stephen opened a portal to the Sanctum after returning from an extremely long mission, he felt lots of feelings welling up in his chest. Satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment for having succeeded in yet another mission, relief for finally being home and knowing that he could take a shower and give his tired body the much-deserved rest, and a much stronger feeling, one that dominated all the others: gratitude for you being the first thing he saw when he got home.
You laid lazily under a blanket in the sofa of the living room, distracted by whatever it was you were watching. Your face lit only by the brightness that came from the tv once all the lights were off and just for being there, Stephen thought, you made the Sanctum Sanctorum really feel like home.
The loud sound of the tv and the horrendous screams and a horrifying music were enough reasons for you not to notice his presence, which made Stephen smirk to himself and close the portal behind him. He walked slowly towards you, his boots making the floor under his feet squeak and finally you looked up at him with a beautiful smile and promptly sat down crisscrossed on the couch.
"Hey, you're here. I had already given up hope that you would come back today." You said stretching out your hand for him to hold and pulling him closer.
"I confess it took me longer than I expected this time, but in the end you know I always come back to you." He said snapping his fingers and turning on the living room lamps, which made you squint behind the lenses of your glasses. You examined him closely, running your hands down his arms and chest and then letting out a small sigh of relief.
"No injuries this time, a real miracle."
"Sometimes it happens." Stephen chuckled, reaching his hands up to the sides of your glasses and carefully taking them off. He placed them on top of the coffee table. "Now I want a welcome kiss."
With those words, Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew up the stairs as if it knew the two of you deserved a few moments alone after everything Stephen had been through the last few days.
"Hm, I think I want to give you more than just a kiss." You replied letting yourself be pulled to his lips. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the couch like you weighed nothing. He sat up and helped you straddle him and as soon as you settled into his lap you pulled him to your lips again, your hand holding him around the back of his neck, the other running aimlessly down his chest, your hips gridding on him until you managed to get a moan from his lips. Moan that you smothered with your kisses full of saliva, teeth, and desire.
Now this feels like home. Stephen thought.
"I missed you, Stephen." You breathed right under his ear, making his skin tingle and an electrical current run down his spine towards his cock, making him throb beneath you.
"I missed you too, Sweetheart."
Unable to contain the desire he felt for you, Stephen grabbed your hips and forced you down, grinding you on his cock and closing his eyes, lolling his head back and letting you continue with your kisses and nibbles on his lips, chin and neck. It all felt too good to be true. He had won one more mission, he was home and you were there in his lap.
He exhaled deeply cupping your face between his hands. "Let's go upstairs, I need a shower first, I'm all sweaty and dirty."
But you were eager to deny his suggestion, grabbing a handful of his hair in the back of his head and placing your other hand flat on his chest to hold him in place.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, "I like it. It's very masculine."
Stephen couldn't help but giggle, but shortly after he let out a loud moan when you rolled your hips on top of his cock in such a way that he saw stars. After 12 days away from home, he was climbing the walls, begging for some relief and you were more than willing to torture him with all that tease.
"You smell good actually. Makes me horny." You confessed. Stephen loved that about you. You were always so open about everything with him, especially in bed.
"May I?" You asked taking your hands to his belts and glancing at him through your lashes.
He nodded and you were quick to unbuckle all the belts. After years of doing that you could tell you were used to dealing with Stephen's robes, and an instant later you had his cock out of his pants. You pumped him slowly and then stopped for a second just to spit in your hand and bring the saliva to the tip of his cock. You lifted yourself up enough to pull the pajama shorts you were wearing to the side and direct him inside you.
"Fuck" Stephen groaned when you let yourself sink on his length. His head tilting back, eyes closing.
You kissed him passionately, but instead of starting to move you just stood there, still, feeling him pulsing inside you. That was like heaven for you.
When you finally moved, you did it slowly, not necessarily searching for a release, but taking your time, enjoying the feeling of having the man you loved between your legs.
He didn't thrust up, instead he pulled you to his mouth, placing kisses on your lips, on your chin, down to your neck, rubbing his goatee there and smirking at the prickling of your skin. He loved that.
You kept that slow motion pace for what seemed like a long time, neither of you willing to change a thing about it, reveling in that intimacy of making love instead of fucking that you knew was so rare.
When your release came it wasn't like an explosion, but like a flowing river, strong but calm, long but silent. You buried your face in his neck, moaning softly and breathing hard, your body trembling on top of his.
He tightened his grip on your hips, moving you back and forth on his cock, prolonging your climax and you felt his cock pulsing harder inside you, his breathing getting harder. You cupped his face in your hands and rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked, but neither of you said anything, not with words at least.
When his release came, he kissed you passionately and your bodies movements stopped completely, you could feel his cock pulsing and spurting his warm cum inside you. It felt right, it felt like home.
Stephen doubted he would ever get used to coming inside you. Not because of the act itself, but because of the sensation, the consummation of a love so great that it went far beyond sex, but that somehow was enshrined in that gesture. He was sure there was something sacred about the way you made him feel when he came on you.
You stayed a few minutes without exchanging a word. You dropped your body weight on top of his and he wrapped his arms around you keeping the two of you connected and the silence never felt more comfortable. Just your soft breath against his chest and his on the top of your head. Outside Stephen could hear the sound of cars passing in the street, but inside the Sanctum the complicit silence prevailed.
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Imagine using magic to seduce your rival Stephen Strange in his dreams
Since people had started saying that Dr Stephen Strange was the strongest magician currently in the world, you had been working on ways to not lessen his powers - that would be unfair - but to distract him from using them to his full potential, thus securing your own place back on top. Had he just stayed in his own lane, it wouldn’t have been this annoying, this tedious, so it was all his own fault of course.
It started with the way that women had been distracting men for centuries - seduction. At first, you had plans to do so in person, but it became quite clear to you that he wouldn’t fall for that, he could just go through a portal and go somewhere else to get away from you. In fact, the only way to ensure that this worked was to make you inescapable. He had to sleep - and that was where you had made your move, weaving a web of dreams for him to fall into, dreams that would affect his body, his mind, his heart, his very soul.
Since you were already inside of his head, so you had searched for his desires, so you could become the perfect woman in his dreams - only to find that you were already in there. He’d had thoughts of you before. Dreams of you before, without interference. That only served to make things more interesting.
“Stephen,” You said, entering into his private sanctum inside of his dream. His body, his sleeping one, sniffed, able to smell your cloying perfume surrounding him. He felt the touch of your hands against his arms, the hair moving as you brushed it by, making this all the more real to him. “Stay close to me,” You said, now pressing your body against his, your head tucked into his shoulder, breath hot against his neck. “Please - only you can save me.”
“From what?” Stephen asked, breathing in the scent of your hair, goosebumps erupting on his flesh. His hands went down your waist to your hips, holding them in his hands. God - he could actually feel how soft your skin was through your clothing, as if it wasn’t there at all.
“The world,” You said, kissing his neck now, taking his skin into your mouth but not biting it, just suckling on it softly. “It’s terrifying to be out there … on my own … with no equal. That’s why I need you, Stephen. To protect me from the loneliness.”
His breath came out in a shudder. “Yes - I’d break the laws of nature of you.” He held you tightly, long surgeon’s fingers curling around your hips, keeping you in place. You’d make him want you more, more, more, until the urge to have you took over his concentration, his spellwork would grow sloppy, his determination focused on something else. And you would once again be the most powerful one on this earth - what a beautiful future you would have, bringing this man to ruin.
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Another Reality
Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: America found a rather interesting multiverse. One, which Steven never would have believed existed if he didn't see it with his own two eyes.
"So, you are from the multiverse." The Stephen standing in front of them looked, a little younger somehow and tired, very tired.
Wong eyed the man before turning to America.
"Where did you bring us this time?"
"I don't know. I still don't have full control over my power." argued the girl, but Stephen was looking at his other version.
"So, what is your life like? Did you marry Christine?"
"Christine?" laughed the other Strange. "No, she married someone, has two children know. I found someone else."
"Wait, you are married?" asked Wong.
"Yes." he showed his ring. "After Christine got married, I realized, while yes I do love her, I cannot be alone forever, so, I found someone else, or rather she found be but, none the less, I am married, happily at that."
Stephen couldn't wrap his head around this. How could he find someone? No one compared to Christine in his mind.
"Sweetheart, that's my ear, please." all turned to the voice, seeing a young woman walk into the room with a baby grabbing onto her earring.
The baby girl was obviously very interested in her mother's silver earring as it did not want to let go even when her hands were pulled away.
"Is she troubling you?" asked your husband.
"Not really, she should be sleeping but-" and then you noticed the people in the room. "What did you do?" you turned to your husband with a little angry expression.
"Why do you think I did something?" asked the man, offended. You gave him a look but then he nodded. "Right, okay, but this time, I swear it wasn't me."
"Hi. Are you the wife?" asked America as she walked over to you. "Cute baby." you gave her a smile.
"I like your pin." you said noticing the pin of her jacket. "Would you like to hold her? She likes to grab things so be warned."
America got the baby and smiled as the kid laughed and toucher her cheek.
"I like her." she turned to her Stephen and Wong as she held the little girl.
"Darling?" turned your husband to you.
"Hm?"
"We need to help them get home, do you have the spellbook?"
"Did you check my room?"
"I rather not go into your room, Dear. I feel like I enter Satan's lair every time I do."
"I don't sacrifice stuff, Stephen. You are saying that because of the candles and the dark walls, but I'm nothing but an ordinary witch, you know that."
Stephen rolled his eyes before he turned to his other self and Wong.
"She says that but she killed Thanos' entire army with a snap of her finger.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes as you turned to your guests.
"Would you like something to eat? I made some lasagna yesterday."
"YES!" America turned and yelled so loud, your baby got scared and started to cry. America panicked and tried to hand you back the kid, but your husband was faster. You walked to the kitchen to get the food ready.
He held his daughter and lulled her back to sleep.
Stephen and Wong watched the scene, as this small delicate little thing calmed down and started to play with her father's necklace. They watched as he placed a kiss on top of her head.
"Eat with us, then I will make her get the book from that room."
"I heard that." you yelled from the kitchen.
Throughout the entire day, America, Wong and Stephen just watched the couple. You and your Stephen got along very well, even if you did bicker from time to time, they could tell, the love was real. And the best proof of that was the little girl in your arms. The baby was the reason you two were so sleepy, you told them many stories, you told them the story of how you gave birth.
"He freak out! He started running up and down, opening portal to every possible dimension other than the hospital." you laughed.
"I did not freak out!"
"Oh, he did. I laughed so hard, but then I also felt the pain. Eventually, I got to the hospital and was able to finally give birth. He was there all along, holding my hand, making sure we were both okay. And then we could finally hold her."
"Most precious thing in my life." your husband nodded.
The three smiled at the couple and Stephen knew, he might need to rethink his life choices.
Finally America would be able o open the portal, so they could go home.
Your husband stepped over to Stephen before they left and said. "Find her."
And soon, Stephen was standing in his Sanctum once again.
His Sanctum, quiet, no laugher or bickering, no baby or wife. Just him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and the child, about how that could be his reality.
Wong headed back to Kamar-Taj with America, not making a single comment. He trusted his friend enough to know what they just saw will be important to him.
And so, Stephen headed out into the world, trying to find the ordinary witch who will give a new purpose to his life.
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Happier Than Ever
Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem! Reader
Warnings: Pre-wedding anxieties, I think that's it very fluffy.
A/N: okay this one was really fun and I think it's really cute 😭😭 and I may have slipped a twilight reference in there but I hope you enjoy and sorry if there's mistakes I had to post this from my phone :')
Word count: 1.1k
Prompt 96 "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You were staring at your reflection in the mirror, and you could barely recognize yourself. Your hair was perfectly done and you looked flawless. Your dress was everything you had ever dreamed of, and you were the textbook definition of a bride. Yet you could feel the bile rising in your throat, your hands were beginning to become clammy, and you felt the overwhelming urge to burst into tears. You were so glad you had asked to be alone because they could never see you like this. You were supposed to be happy and excited about marrying the man who you’ve been in love with for the past 5 years.
And you were; you were overjoyed. You couldn’t dream of anything better, but the fear wouldn’t let up. This commitment was huge. Going through with the ceremony meant you'd have to spend the rest of your life with this one person, and it was a lot to take in. The fear of divorce was also on your mind. You were in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to steady yourself quickly enough in time for the ceremony where all your friends and family had taken the time out of their day to witness this holy matrimony.
You took a few paces around the room to steady your breathing, avoiding looking at your reflection for fear of becoming even more terrified.You believed part of the reason for this major meltdown was due to the fact that you hadn’t seen Stephen in over twenty-four hours, and it was the longest you had gone without seeing him since you had become an official couple. He was your rock, and without him, you were not having a great time.
"5 more minutes Y/N, are you going to be okay?" A voice asked from outside the bridal room.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." You said this while mentally cursing yourself for the shakiness in your voice and the overall tone, giving the idea that you weren’t fine at all. You heard the steps dissipate and you let out a breath, trying once again to calm your nerves. Jolting you, you heard a soft knock at the door.
"Y/N? A little birdie told me you were experiencing a little case of the wedding jitters," a voice said, followed by a low laugh. "Well, you’re in luck because the doctor’s in." It was Stephen. And as soon as you recognized it was him, all the worries in your body seemed to evaporate completely.
You were alarmed; he was breaking tradition. "Stephen, what are you doing? You’re going to ruin our marriage before it even begins. " You whispered through the door, keeping your voice low so as to not alarm any of the guests who were just down the hall.
"Well, if you could let me in, we can talk about this, us getting married." He whispered back, his voice lacking any and all the lightheartedness it had before. "We don't have to do this today. If you're not ready, I'll wait for you forever."
"Stephen, you will not see me unless I'm walking down that aisle. So, God willing, it will be today." You banged on the door between you two with each word."There’s nothing I want more than to marry you today. I just got a little in my head, that’s all."
"I just want to make sure you’re okay. I know this is very overwhelming and, for the record, I missed you. I can’t even last twenty-four hours without you, and if that isn’t enough reason to get married, I don’t know what is." He laughed. "And don’t worry, they can wait as long as we need them to."
You pushed your back against the door and slid down until you reached the floor. You sighed and let your head hang down, careful not to ruin its perfect placement. You felt the door push back against you, and you could only assume Stephen was doing the same on the other side. You looked to your left and you could see his scarred hands reaching in from the other side.
"Since you won’t let me see you, at least hold my hand so I can help you out a little." He waved his fingers and you let your hands rest in his larger, warm ones. "There she is."
You stayed like that for a few minutes in silence, his hand holding yours.
"You know, when I first saw you, I knew there was no way I was ever going to let you leave my life. I just knew... that you were the one for me." He said, his voice firm. "Every day after that, you proved me right. You’ve been there for me in every way you could. You’ve shown me how to love and care for someone. Y/N, you have taught me so many things that no one else could ever have, and I thank God every day for sending me you. No one could ever compare to you." He cleared his throat, "I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Forever and always, I’ll love you."
"Oh Stephen, don’t make me cry. I'll never forgive you if I ruin my makeup before we even get married." You sniffled, grabbing a tissue to dab against your eyes. "I love you too, by the way, if it wasn’t obvious enough." Laughing, you squeezed his hand.
"Well, it feels good to hear it nonetheless. And of course, I’m expecting a grand speech about how much you love me for our vows, so don’t disappoint me." Stephen joked, giving you a reassuring squeeze back.
"You’re quite the charmer, Stephen Strange," you teased.
"Well, how do you think I got you to agree to marry me?"
"You’re very right. But in all seriousness, I think I’m ready now. Honestly, I was ready as soon as I heard your voice. I guess you really are a magic doctor." You giggled, moving from your position on the floor to clean up your appearance, looking at your frazzled reflection in the mirror.
"Well, I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle." He said, as you heard the shuffling from outside the door.
"I’ll be the one in white," you said.
"That’s very convincing," he teased. "I really can’t believe this is happening. I don’t think I’ll ever be as happy as I am right now."
"Neither do I," you sighed. "Now go, we've made them wait long enough," you said, making a shooing motion, not realizing he couldn't see you.
"You’re shooing me away, aren’t you?"
"Stephen! Go, before I run away." You laughed. There was no doubt in your mind that this man wasn’t the one for you.
"Okay, I’m going. I’m going. See you real soon, sweetheart, soon to be Mrs. Stephen Strange," you listened as his footsteps faded away and you heard the orchestral swell of the music just down the hall. It was now or never, and there was nothing in your mind that was going to scare you away.
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I won't say I'm in Love(Stephen Strange)
Paring: Dr. Strange x reader
Summary: Dr. Strange and the reader is forced to work and train together. They say they hate each other but everyone else can tell it's everything but hate.
Me and Peter sat quietly in the dim hallway of the hospital. Me and him silently listened to our mother's mix tapes she made for us as we waited for our grandpa to bring us into our mother's hospital room. She was sick and had cancer. It came out of nowhere and no one knew how to cope with it.
Me and peter never met our dad and she would always told us he was from outer space. As Kids we believed but if it was really true how come he never came for us?
When our mother died something snapped in my brother. He went buzerk and my grandpa dragged him out of the room. I soon as I ran after him he was already out the door of the hospital. I ran outside after him to find him completely gone. "star Lord?" I shouted out his nickname hoping he would respond but he didn't. That was the day my best friend and partner in crime left me.
As Time passed people came and went out of my life. I lost my mother and brother both in the same day then five months later my grandfather died of a heart attack. I was left alone and got passed on from home to home In till the starks found me.
The starks brought me back to life especially Tony. I consider Tony more of a brother than Peter as time passed. Howard and Maria both treated me like I was their own child and Tony never made me feel I was adopted. I felt happy then and proud I was now part of a family. But then my new parents were token away from me too. Once again all that was left was me and a brother.
Tony took care of me and we never left each other's sides. He always told me it was me and him against the world and I believed him.
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When I met him all I could think of is that he was like Tony only with a cape instead of armer. Stephen strange was a different breed as I would discrib. He was cocky but at the same time was to serious for his own good. He was a total stick in the Mudd at times and I could never understand why Tony asked him to help me control the powers I just resently discovered I had.
When I met him he had that 'I'm better than you' look. He'd look at me with his arms crossed and his head tilted down because he was so much taller than me.
"I'm Dr. Stephen strange, nice to meet you" he said almost looking annoyed.
"(y/n)" I simply said and crossed my arms.
" sorcerer Supreme has agreed to help you control your powers" Tony said.
"yeah because I'm a danger to all human race apparently" I said sarcastically. "I'll be the judge of that" strange said.
"try not to kill each other" Tony said walking away annoyed.
"let's get this over with" he said walking into the training room. "agreed" I said reluctantly walking behind him.
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"your not concentrating hard enough" I clinched my jaw as he snapped at me. Deep down I knew he was trying to stay calm and have patience but the more frustrated we got with each day the worse I got.
We were in our normal area in the compound. I was originally built for Tony to test his suits and for the hulk if Bruce was having trouble controlling him. It was bullet proof and was probably the strongest and safest room in the compound.
"I'm trying okay! You yelling at me isn't helping!" I snapped back and Sparks and strings of lightning was hovering and around my wrists and wrapping it self around my fingers.
Stephen took a deep breath but didn't back away like most people did if my powers started spiraling out. It was almost reassuring. It was almost comforting he wasn't afraid.
Anyway, that didn't cover the fact he was getting on my nerves and I was getting on his and It was almost amusing. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "okay... Let's just try again" he said softly.
I nodded not daring to meet his piercing blue eyes. I concentrated on my hands and soon enough a mix of blue and purple energy and Sparks formed around my palms and finger tips. I didn't realize I was holding my breath in till the energy slowly disappeared from my hands. When it was going a took a deep breath and slowly looked up at Strange.
"well, we're getting somewhere at least" he spoke as I rolled my eyes. Would it kill him to give a real compliment. "I think we're done for today" in seconds he walked through one of his shining gold portals and he was gone.
While after he left I decided to get out the room myself. I walked down the quiet hallway lost in my own thoughts and strangely most of it was about Stephen. I lost my train a thought when I heard three voices coming from the lab. I didn't think much of it till one of them said my name. It was Tony.
"will you just give it a chance"
"I've tried but she won't" it was Stephen's voice. "she's doesn't care! It's a waist of time" so much for making progress I guess. I don't know why it hurt so much to hear him say I'm a waist time. I guess I doesn't matter we hate each other.... Right?
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The sent of bacon and sausage filled the compound kitchen as well as the quiet sounds of Journey playing at a low volume so I didn't disturb the sleeping residents of the building. Cooking was my therapy. It just made me happy and the team loved my cooking.
When the song don't stop believing started I slowly swayed my hips and sang along quietly. I jumped at the sudden voice that destroyed the peace.
"what are you doing?" Strange's voice asked. I rolled my eyes. It was way to early to deal with his nonsense.
"cooking breakfast, I thought you were smarter than that" I said putting my eggs on a plate as he opened his mouth again.
"journey? It's there Escape album, came out in 1981" he spoke looking at the hologram screen that had my Playlist.
"no shit Sherlock" he rolled his eyes. I sighed and gave me a gentle smile. "you like music?" he slightly smiled and nodded. "only the classics tho"
"same here, 60 to late 80s rock" I spoke "80 was the best time for movies and music"
"oh yeah? What type of movies you like?" he asked setting down.
"just about anything except romance" I said. "no chick flick moments"
"excepted that" he mumbled a little too harsh than he ment too. And definitely took as being himself. "why watch something I can't have nor want"
He looked up and raised an eyebrow questioning me. "I don't have to explain myself, quit psychoanalyzing everything" I scoffed
"I didn't say anything" he said putting his hands up in defense. "no but you were think it"
"why do you have to take everything the wrong way?" he asked getting slightly annoyed and my emotions was right there with him.
I stood up clenching my fist. Before I could do anything Tony was in between us. "before you be-head each other we have a mission down at a Hydra base."
I scoffed at my brother. "whatever, you got lucky this time" I said looking at the wizard. "save the energy short stack" he said with a smirk.
"that's it!" my running start at him was cut short by Clint. He wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up as I kicked and screamed. "let me kick his magical ass!"
"calm your ass down, will ya" Clint sighed pulling me out of the room. "you can kill him later..we need him alive for this mission"
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The mission wasn't going good for the most part. A couple of us did get separated and our calms were down so we had no communication. I ran down a empty hallway trying to find the rest of my team mates. When I got to the end of the hallway I was dumbstruck at the number of soldiers that were in the the room. Steve and bucky fighting most of them on the ground while Tony and Clint worked on higher grounds.
"watch out (n/n)!" Nat shouted. I quickly turned around and through one of the soldiers on the ground and shot him a couple of times with the hand gun Bucky gave me. I quickly moved up to higher ground. Which also happened to be a ledge that stretched above a big vad of gamma or toxic waste. I quickly stopped as the smell of chemicals burned my noise and the back of my throat.
Before I could back up someone grabbed me by the throat and held me above the steaming liquid. Tony was the first to set up and try to save me. "you come any closer and I drop her. She's drown as the chemicals eat at her skin and she'll be nothing but a memory"
"oh, I'm shaking in my custom, baby seal leather boots!" I said sarcastically not letting the man see the fear I was feeling.
"let her go now!" Strange voice boomed as he floated to the level I was at. The Hydra soldier only laughed darkly and squeezed on my neck harder. "you two's squabbling doesn't come unnoticed" he stared at Stephen as his hands glue brighter the madder he got. "I bet your life would be so much easier without her." that stun because I knew he was right. Me and Stephen never got along no matter how much I was falling for him.
"Stephen get everyone out of here" I crooked out as my throat burned and bruised.
"let. Her. Go" Stephen said more sternly.
"with pleasure" the man said and let go. I felt my body drop lower and lower and wind surrounded me. I didn't feel the chemical burn I was expecting instead I fel through one of Stephen's portals and landed in his arms. He let out a sigh of relief and held me to his chest. I flenched at the unknown contact.
"I had it under control" I grumbled. "a simple thank you would suffice" he shot back.
"I hate you" I snapped.
"I hate you too"
"yeah, yeah we can all hate each other after the mission" Tony shouted as he took down a couple of people. I got back in the game immediately when I saw one of them pointing a gun at Clint.
"Clint!" I shouted and took the bullet before it could make contact with his body. Clint quickly cought mw before I hit the ground. "Damnit that hurt." I said and put my hand on my blood soaked hip. I made the mistake of bringing my hand up and looking at my hand. The sight of it all red made me stomach turn. "oh shit"
My vision got blurry and I turned to Steve and Stephen. "doc if you need to know my blood type is red" my vision went black as fell in his arms.
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I woke up with a sharp pain in my waist. I quickly looked around and noticed I was in the medical center at in the compound. I set up quickly and looked around. My eyes softened when I saw Tony fast asleep in a chair right next to my bed.
I reached my hand over and nudged his knee. His head slowly sat up and he looked at me with a smile. "hay kid how you feeling?"
"little sore but I'm fine" Tony moved his chair closer to the bed and sat his elbows on the bed. "how's everyone else?" I asked
"everyone is fine. Clint and Nat got sent on another mission and everyone else is just spread out around the compound"
"Stephen is outside in the waiting room" Tony suddenly said. I raised an eyebrow. "why?"
Tony scoffed. "he hasn't left that spot... He would be in here if I let him"
"don't make me laugh... He hates my guts." Tony rolled his eyes. "that's far from the truth"
I rolled my eyes and slowly sat up from my bed. Tony was quick to help me but I declined it. Moved to the closed door and opened it. Just to see if Tony was lying or not.
To my surprise Stephen was there and he was quick to stand up. He looked different, he wasn't in his usual ater. A black T-shirt and gray jacket covered his body. He looked like he hadn't got any sleep. My eyes softened at his state but at the same time I didn't want to him too see I have a soft spot for him.
"h-how are you feeling?" he asked quietly. His hands started to slightly shake as he stuffed them in the pockets of his dark jeans.
"I'm fine" I said softly. "that's good" he said softly looking at the ground. I titled my head to the side at his body language. Once he was cocky and always had his head up around me with a athoraty look. Now leg is bouncing up and down nervesly and his head is down refusing to look at me.
"I'm glad you're feeling better but I gotta go" he said quickly starting to walk off. "just be more careful next time.... please" he said before leaving. Stephen a month ago would have ment that as in insult but the this Stephen who seemed almost vonarble ment it sencerly.
It's been a week since I've been released from the med center. It's also been a week since I've seen Stephen. It's been honestly depressing without him. All the fighting and bicoring don't matter anymore I just wish he was around.
"why is it so quiet?" Sam asked coming into the kitchen where the rest of us were.
"probably because Strange isn't here to fight with (y/n)" Tony said not taking his eyes from his lab top. I rolled my eyes at my brother and rested my head on his shoulder an watched him type God knows what in his lab top.
"oh I'm pretty sure the peace won't last long" Nat said nodded towards the portal Stephen just walked through.
"there's something called doors, maybe you heard of them" I joked. It was an honest to God joke but it hit Stephen the wrong way.
"tell that to your little robot toy" he snapped motioning towards me and vision. Vision looked up from his book giving Strange a questioning look. I considered vision one of my best friends and there was nothing more than that because he had Wanda.
"it was a joke lighten up" I snapped. "well sometimes I don't know the difference" he quipped back.
"are you bipolar or something?" I asked. "last week you were outside my hospital room all worried and stuff now your back to being your normal self."
"who said I was worried?" he snapped back. The people in the room looked at us watching us go at each other's throats. It's getting to the point where it hurt to fight with him. Last week I saw a different side of him that I wish that would come out more. The side of him that was genuinely concerned for me and was showing me his soft side.
The main point is we're both to stubborn to show and tell how we truly feel. My reasoning is I was afraid he'd leave me like my biological brother and mother did. His reasoning is I have no idea. He was hard to read and he sure as hell won't tell you how he feels.
"why don't you two cut the horse shit and admit your sexual feelings for one another" Tony intruped.
"whoa!" Stephen said backing up. "your way of base bud" I said quickly.
"oh spare me, spare me. Why don't you guys just admit it already" Tony said.
I walked away from the situation and left to be on my own. A month ago I would try to have the last words but now it just doesn't matter. My thoughts of being alone were proven wrong when vision phased through the wall of my bed room.
"are you okay?" he asked. I only nodded my head as he took a seat next to me.
"you know he cares about you he just doesn't know how to show it" wanda's voice said suddenly. We both looked up and saw Wanda in the door way. I only shrugged.
"you know you can tell us, what's going on?" Wanda asked setting on the other side of me.
"nothing, I'm fine" I said. Wanda and vision knew I was lying. "you love Stephen" she mumbled.
I scoffed. "I don't love him I don't even tolerate him."
Wanda looked at me kinda sad as she read my mind I'm guessing. She looked down and sighed. "you don't have to be afraid"
"... Right"
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A ship suddenly came landing into the yard of the compound making the hole building shake. The ship landed or crashed as it sounded. Stephen arched an eyebrow as we shared a look in confusion. We both ran outside with steve and Tony behind us. "well we got companie" I said crossing my arms.
The ship was a rust bucket almost worst than the Millennium falcon from star wars. It was a bright orange and grayish blue and had dents all over it. The front door of the ship cracked open and Stephen's clock immediately tugged away from him and shielded me. "tell your little buddy to keep his hands to himself before I throw him in the dryer" I whispered to Strange. The material dropped almost like if he had a head it would me hung low. I sighed and patted it as the people pulled out of the ship.
It was some team I thought with so much sarcasm it wasn't even funny. One was a small tree and the others were a raccoon, a green woman, a big muscular gray man, a girl with bug like intenas, and a man who was the only human in their crew. The man looked familiar but I couldn't connect the dots.
"who are you guys?" I asked sternly as red Sparks of energy surrounded my fingers. Stephen put his hand in front of me motioning me to stop.
"its the Guardians" Tony replied. "who?"
"come on man" the human man said. "we're the Guardians of the galaxy" he said like I was supposed to know.
"so what do they call you?" I asked the man. "I'm Peter Quill but I go by star Lord" my heart dropped into my stomach and my chest tightened. All the memories of us as kids came flooding back. "Peter?" I whispered.
Quill tilted his head to the side reckonizing the voice. He slowly walked up to me and squinted his eyes and studied me. After a few minute his eyes widened. "(y/n)?" I scoffed and ran back into the building.
"I'll talk to her" I heard Stephen's voice say as he followed behind. "(y/n) wait"
I didn't. I only continued to walk not wanting to talk to him. I suddenly stopped though as one of his portals opened In front of me making me stop as he walked out of it and toward over me. "you want to talk about?" he asked.
I shook my head. "definitely not. Specially not to you" I scoffed and walked away.
"why not?" he asked making me stop in my tracks. I quickly whipped around making him step back a bit. "you hate me just as much as I hate you so why do you care about my well being? I Asked him."you want to Train me and get out of here as soon as you can"
"no I don't" he said softly. "oh that's bull shit!" I snapped back. "I heard you talking to Steve and tony the week you showed up... You Said I was a waist of time so sorry I'm such a burden to you"
"will you just be quiet for five seconds!" he snapped. "just let me explain"
I crossed my arms and stared daggers into him. "okay, please inlighten me" he immediately claimed up. You could see his chest rising quickly and the color in his cheeks darkened. You could see him waging out all his options. The pros and cons. Then like a light switch he threw it all down the garbage disposal.
"you know what?" he snapped stepping closer to me with made me immediately step back in till I hit the book shelf. We were all most nose to nose and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. "I don't have to explain anything to you"
"of course not!" I snapped. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me. "that would be to fucking convenient"
"I'm getting so tired of your 'I don't give a shit' additude" he said balling his fist up. "you don't care about anyone but yourself"
"if that's the case why don't you just walk through one of your little portals and leave just like everyone else" I whispered. His commit fell like a ton of brick. There was on reason for him to care about me but the time he took to help me get better with my powers I couldn't help but fall for him and I hated it.
His eyes seemed to soften. He looked like he regretted everything he said. At least that what I hoped it was. "(y/n).." he started to walked towards me but I put my hands up in defense and walked around him before he could get his hands on me. I started to walked to the door and he was hot on my trail. "(y/n) I'm sorry" he said.
"just leave me alone strange" I said before closing the door in his face.
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"I herd your fight with the wizard" a familiar gruff voice said. I smiled softly and looked away from the stars I was currently staring at.
"hey hawk" Clint smiled and put his leather jacket over my bear shoulders. "it's cold tonight what are you doing?" he asked setting down next to me. I sighed and put my head on his shoulder.
"come on were best friends you can tell me anything" he said looking up at the dark sky.
"Everything is just happening all at once." I stated. "with my real brother showing back up and with Strange... It's just getting to me"
"and strange I hate him!" I said through my teeth. "you don't hate him that's the problem" I looked up at him with my eye brows raised. "what do you mean?"
"it's quite the opposite... You love him" moved out of his arms and looked at him with angry but exasperated look.
"I've seen the way you guys look at each other" he said standing up. "neither one of you know how to show that so your using hate and anger on each other"
"I'm going to bed Clint" I whispered and gave him his jacket back. Before he could voice anymore opinions or thoughts I walked back inside.
My heart pounded as Clint's words played on a loop in my head. The worst part is I knew he was right but I didn't know how Stephen would feel. He wasn't a easy man to read and his attitude towards me explained a lot on how he feels about me.
A stray tear fell out of my eyes as I squeezed my eyes shut and quickened my pace to my room. I was almost there but a body turned the corner making my smack right into him.
"I sorry (y/n)" it was quill. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "it's fine Quill" I said rubbing my eyes.
He sighed and looked down. "I'm your brother you shouldn't have to use our last name to address me"
"my last name is Stark, it hasn't been Quill since the day you ran away"
"I didn't run away" he whispered. His eyes fell to the ground refusing to look at me. "I tried to come back to you but they wouldn't let me."
"and when you were an adult? You Enjoyed your freedom and stealing junk more than looking for me, admitted it"
"no I won't because it's not true" he said looking at me this time. "I don't believe you.... I can't believe you"
He nodded. "I understand" he walked off leaving me alone in the hallway.
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"(y/n) where are you!" I hear Tony shout in the coms. I ran down the shaking hallway as the explosions and rubble got more aggressive. "I'm Almost to the quin jet" I breathed out as my chest tightens from the lack of oxygen from running.
"Quill your sister is missing! She far behind" Rocket's voice said next. I ran even faster in till a wall blew up and I felt my body being thrown like a rag doll. My body stun as I landed on rubble and embers. I curled up into a ball as I coughed and hacked up blood. My brain was on a frenzy and all my bones felt like it was just put through a blender.
Voice of people I call family faded in and out in my ears. The vision of smoke and fire became bury as my eye became weak. I let the tears fall freely as I slowly started to except my fait. I regret nothing I suppose all except for Stephen.... God damn it Stephen I left things with him in the most horrible way. I did love him.. Some how I fell in love with the doctor and I may never get to tell him.
I let my eyes close softly but squeezed shut an a uncomfortable why when I felt people surrounded me and pick me up.
"(y/n)?" it was Stephen's voice. I never felt so happy to hear his voice. "(y/n) come one wake up" his voice got quieter and body became num in his arms. I used the Last of my straight I had to look into his piercing blue eyes.
Those eyes were glossed with tears as he held me tightly. "please... Just keep your eyes open, I'm gonna get you some help"
"Stephen..." I said softly. I rased my hand to his cheek and traced his blood stained beard with my thumb. "it's time Stephen... It's my time"
"n-no I can't...." he stuttered out. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" he sobbed. "I treated you like shit"
I shushed him. "it's okay.. Stephen I love you" he rested his forehead to mine letting his tears fall and land on my cheek.
"I love you too" is the lasted thing I heard before my heart had its last beat and I slipped into the after life.
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(Stephen's pov)
Her grip on me loosened and I couldn't feel her chest rising anymore. I lifted my head and saw she wasn't with me anymore. I snapped. "NO! NOT HER!"
I let out a sob as I gently laid her down and grabbed the necklace that held the time stone. I knew and was thought not to change the past this drastically but at this point I didn't care and I needed her back. I waisted to much time and I lost my chance to be happy with her but not this time.... I'll get a do over.
The building shook violently as the others shouted for (y/n). I took my chance and ran after her. When I did she was taking cover and shooting at a couple of soldiers. I was quick to her side and and summed a shield to protect us.
"what are you doing Strange?" she asked almost annoyed. If I'm being honest I'll never ever complain about her attitude again.
"I need to tell you something" I quickly said. "can it wait?" she asked taking down on more guy. "I don't think so"
"I love you" she said before I could get anything out. I took me off Guard but I was far from disappointed.
"I know" is all I said with a smile. It was enough for the both of us. She didn't need any reassuring she just knew.
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Flashlight
Stephen Strange x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: nwh spoilers, the reader being protective of peter, brief talks of children lol
Author’s Note: thank you so much for being here sophie <3 I hope you like the little banter I cooked up for you <3 <3
Requested: by @captainsophiestark , Also, if you’re feeling it, could I request a fic with Jack Thompson, Stephen Strange, or Shang-Chi with the prompt “So now what? You’re just gonna chase after them with a flashlight and righteousness?” Preferably with some fluff, but feel free to pick and choose and take whatever parts you’re interested in writing or ditch the rest! Or ditch the whole thing if it’s not the vibe 😊 happy holidays and enjoy your writing while you’ve got some time and are feeling it!! ❤️❤️❤️
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The Sanctum Sanctorum was larger than you ever thought it was. Stephen never left it and when you wanted to visit him, you got to enter the vast halls. The rooms were tall and the doors led to other worlds. You were used to the main room, the one that Wong always greeted you in. You were used to the basement that had forbidden books locked up on shelves. You were even used to some of the rooms with literal portals to other places.
But you truly never understood the rest of it.
“There’s no map?” you asked, walking beside Stephen. The sanctum was frozen over today. Something about a door being left open. You were given a snow jacket when you came in. He was holding a large book, twiddling it with his fingers. You glanced over, admiring the rings on his fingers. You wanted to ask if they meant anything, magically, or if he just wore them to be fashionable.
“There doesn’t need to be a map. I know where I’m going.” You rolled your eyes.
“What about visitors? I could make you a pamphlet. You could host tours.”
“What makes you think I want to host tours of the Sanctum, a place where magic is kept and contained?”
“I don’t know. How much does being a sorcerer even pay?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I mean, you pay when we go out on dates but are you struggling? Do I need to help?”
Usually he would give you a rather annoyed quip back but he remained silent. He was turning corners too quickly and you could barely keep up. He was distracted, fingers flipping through the pages of the book. You looked over his shoulder but didn’t catch anything you could understand.
“Stephen?” You spoke quietly, hoping to break him out of whatever trance he had induced himself into. He had been distracted all day. You came to visit him just for lunch but lunch was over and now you didn’t want to leave until you knew he was alright. “What is it?”
“I got a visit from Peter Parker today,” he hummed under his breath.
“I haven’t seen Peter in a while. How is he?”
“He didn’t get into MIT.”
“Oh,” you mused sadly. He was such a bright boy. Then you remembered that he had just been outed for being Spider-Man. It was nearly impossible to keep up with all the news on every superhero in New York. Hell, you just heard Daredevil was back in the streets after being gone. Hawkeye was out there somewhere with some girl who shared his taste for weapons. Though you supposed you should've reached out to Peter. “What did he want?”
“He wanted everyone to forget he was Spider-Man.”
“Can you do that?”
“Unfortunately yes.” He stopped walking, shutting the book aggressively. It caused you to blink.
��Did you?”
“Unfortunately. Yes.”
“Oh.” You breathed evenly. “I remember?”
“Parker has a wonderful way of messing up my concentration. The two of you have that in common.” You would’ve laughed had you not been so worried about Peter. That was quite a feat to ask of Stephen. How much of it had actually gone into effect? Did his Aunt remember? Were you going to forget?
“Having your memory stripped away like that without your permission is demoralizing Stephen,” you said quietly. “You didn’t ask any of his friends? His aunt?”
The two of you passed the threshold into a darker room Stephen to magically light some candles but he handed you a flashlight that was resting on one of the snowy tables. You took it wordlessly, a scrunched look on your face.
“Don’t wanna burn the Sanctum down,” he muttered. “And I know. He seemed in dire straits and he did save the world once.”
“Well he had help.”
“You jumped right into a memory reversal spell.”
“That I did.” You pursed your lips, thinking of Peter. You couldn’t imagine. He was just a kid. All of the other heroes you knew were adults, mostly coherent with their actions. Except for Peter who was thrust into this world head first. He never got a chance to say no. Tony Stark gave him shiny machines and a promise of a fantastic life.
Tony Stark was dead.
You stopped walking. You put your hand gently on Stephen’s upper arm, not looking at him.
“I should make sure he’s alright,” you muttered. Stephen was staring down at you, squinting in the darkness of the room. He could clearly see the cold in your breath. The concern etched in your eyebrows. He tilted his head down in judgment.
“So now what? You’re just gonna chase after him with a flashlight and righteousness?” he questioned, sarcasm lacing his voice. You looked up at him through your lashes, a straight lipped look on your face.
“How do you really feel?”
“I did what he asked. He has to reap the consequences.”
“He’s a child.”
“Children need to learn from their mistakes.”
“Remind me never to have children with you,” you muttered. He grabbed your arm and pulled you softly closer to him. It wasn’t an aggressive tug, nor was it one that warranted much reaction from you. He just wanted to be closer to your face. You knew Stephen and you knew his moves.
“We’d be great parents,” he said, voice oddly seductive.
“That was too sultry to be serious Stephen.” Your smile had not returned. “He’s a kid. We can help him learn from his current mistake but I’d like not to help him make more.”
“You’re so level headed. Great parent behavior.”
“Stephen, can you just agree with me?”
“I agree with you. Let’s leave this very dark and cold room.”
The two of you left the room, discarding your flashlights at the door. You were once agin in the windy hallways of the sanctum.
“I can leave if you need to figure this out,” you offered. “I don’t want to be more of a distraction to you figuring out this problem.” He rolled his eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere. Wong has gone somewhere and I need help.”
“You’re gonna make me read boring books aren’t you?”
“All in a day's work.”
“This isn’t my work. I’m your girlfriend.”
“I love when you remind me of that.” You opened your mouth to quip back when he stopped walking suddenly. You turned to face him. You rested a hand on his arm as he held his stomach. He didn’t look like he was in pain. Something had disturbed him.
“What? What is it?” He groaned, not in pain but in annoyance.
“There was just a rip in the time space continuum.” Your eyes went wide.
“I’m sorry?”
“I imagine I’ll be getting a phone call from Peter Parker here, very soon.” You took a deep breath in through your nose.
“Looks like I’ll be seeing the boy after all.” He nodded.
“Seems like it.” He put his hand on your back and started to lead you away. “We should get prepared for some sort of large occurrence. You’ve lucked out of books this time darling.”
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I have a request for dr strange
The reader is helping defeat thanos but he doesn’t want her out there with the team and is worried about her getting hurt
dr strange my beloved
masterlist
You are going about your business as per usual when the man crashes through your roof. Your first thought, other than the expected startled response, is that you’re fairly sure this shouldn’t have happened. Surely the New York Sanctum would have at least a few spells to make sure it couldn’t be crushed by falling humans, right? And, if not, can you add some, like, now?
You reluctantly stop the spell you’ve been casting and start to make your way down the main staircase. The receiving area of the Sanctum is now a mess, with dust choking the area from the gaping hole in the ceiling. The falling man managed to punch through the ground as well, and you stand at the edge of the chasm, looking down at him somberly.
He’s a strange man, no doubt about that, although you have to admit that any man who finds himself capable of becoming a human asteroid would be strange. For one thing, he’s got no shirt, and is now looking around himself feverishly. His skin is tinted a pale green, not just from nausea, although it’s starting to fade as he gets better control over himself.
You click your tongue thoughtfully. “Stephen should hear about this,” you say aloud.
Although you mostly meant to keep the concern to yourself, a voice still answers from behind you.
“Stephen had already heard about this. It was kind of hard to miss the sound of our roof collapsing.”
You chuckle at that, and turn to see your boyfriend descending the stairs. Stephen Strange may be the Sorcerer Supreme, but you swear his best gift is still at sarcasm.
You gesture a hand towards the man, as if this was somehow your doing. “What are we supposed to do with him?”
Stephen glances at the man with the air of someone who’s accidentally opened the door too long and allowed a moth to fly inside his home. “Well, get him out of the Sanctum floors, I suppose. Maybe question him after that.”
You nod solemnly. “Sounds good to me.”
The man has barely begun to start shuffling around in the crater of his own creation, and his voice rises in shock as you open a portal around him. The man falls through the ring of glowing sparks and ends up a few feet away from you. If anything, this makes him look even more surprised, although you fervently believe that he should at least thank you for retrieving him.
His voice is stammering at first. “Uh—ah—where am I? Who are you?” Then he gains confidence, but an exhausted sort of confidence that makes it clear he’s been through enough trouble that he can’t even bear to think about normal social constructs anymore, too terrible is his level of stress. “Something is coming. Something bad.”
You exchange glances with your boyfriend, then Stephen steps forward. “What do you mean, ‘something bad?’ What’s bad?”
The man rubs a tired hand over his face, although it only serves to smear the grime around. “Thanos. Thanos is coming, and he just killed, like, a bunch of Asgardian gods. Oh man, we’re so screwed.”
Eventually, you’re able to get a little more out of him. The man is Bruce Banner, also known as the Hulk. Stephen manages to remain neutral about that, despite the fact that you’ve definitely heard him ramble on about Dr. Banner’s incredible work with gamma radiation at least a couple times before. You suppose that the current predicament is enough to convince anyone to set aside their idols for the time being.
The current predicament, as it turns out, kind of sounds like the end of days. Thanos, some massive alien, is coming to Earth with an army to wrest the last few Infinity Stones from the people protecting them, regardless of the cost. Seeing as one of these very infinity stones is currently hanging around the neck of your boyfriend, you’re obviously not too thrilled about the whole idea.
Besides, in the event that Thanos succeeds, he’ll carry on his mission to destroy half the life in the universe. That’s unthinkable. Banner is calling in a couple friends from the Avengers, and after that you’ll have to come up with some sort of game plan to prevent all of this from happening. The only problem, of course, is that this sounds pretty much impossible. Wherever Thanos goes, he wins. Always. Who are you to think that your planet will be different?
You still have about half an hour or so before all of the players in this grand game start to come together, so you do your best to distract yourself by getting ready. Wong is already out alerting the other Sanctums, although he’ll come back once you and Stephen get Tony Stark. Right now, you just need a little more time to get everything in order. Once Stark gets here, you’ll start rolling for real, and everything has to be ready. There will be no time for tracking down spells once the Avengers start to come together.
Speaking of which, you should make sure you’re able to get in contact with Tony Stark when the time comes. You reach for your sling ring so you can make the portal at a moment’s notice, but it’s gone. For a moment, your mind lances with confusion. Could you have dropped it somewhere, or left it back at the library?
A more likely story occurs to you a moment later, and you turn yourself towards finding your boyfriend instead of finding more sources of magic. Stephen is prepping Banner on what they’ll do when Thanos comes, although he follows you out into the hall once you gesture that you need to talk.
Once in a separate room, you fold your arms across your chest and stare Stephen down. “You know, I just realized that my sling ring is missing.”
To his credit, Stephen does his best to pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. At least he commits to the act. “That’s upsetting. Did you leave it back in your quarters?”
You arch a brow. “No, I didn’t. You know what would be really crazy is if you took it from me because you were afraid I’d get too involved in your plan to take down Thanos.”
Stephen’s gaze takes on a minute shade of panic. “Yeah, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? It’s a really good thing that isn’t the case.”
You give him a look, and he sighs.
“Alright, alright. I took it. Look, I just can’t have you getting hurt, alright? The more Dr. Banner talks about this Thanos guy, the more I’m realizing that we really don’t have a good chance at winning. I cannot lose you, Y/N.” Stephen confesses.
You reach out impulsively and take his hand. After all this time, Stephen’s gaze still flinches to his fingers; they may have healed or at least grown more functional with magic, but he still can’t push that ill-fated car accident out of his head. Despite all his bravado, his shiny spells, and his relentless ego, there’s still a man inside that is terrified that he isn’t anything he claims to be. Sometimes, you swear Stephen looks at himself in the mirror and only sees a fraud, the same broken freak who hadn’t even been able to pull himself out of his wrecked car.
That may be why he’s so afraid to lose you, but it’s still not an excuse that you’ll allow. “You’re forgetting that I have a say in this too, you know. I am still a Master of the Mystic Arts, and that means Thanos should be far more scared of me than we are of him.”
Stephen sighs. “It’s easy to say it, but what happens when we’re actually out there? You heard Dr. Banner, the guy slaughtered a ship full of Asgardians like they were nothing. Those were actual gods with actual powers, too. We’re just human, Y/N, we have no immortality to save us. How are we supposed to fight something like that?”
You do your best for a reassuring smile. “We fight it the same way we fought Dormammu or Kaecilius or any number of the other world destroying foes we’ve faced in the past: with hope. This could go awfully, but I’d rather know that I did something to try and stop the apocalypse. If I have to sit here by myself and gather dust while you risk your life, I’d never forgive myself.”
“I’d never forgive myself if you died,” Stephen counters, “What about that? What happens when you do something stupidly heroic like sacrifice yourself to save the lot of us, and I have to return here and know that it was all my fault? How am I supposed to live here and remember you in every spell I cast?”
You squeeze his hand gently, but your stare is resolute. “I suppose the only solution is that I still fight but don’t die. I’m perfectly willing for that to happen. In fact, it’s the only solution I’ll tolerate, so don’t give me that look. Stephen, we are both doing this. We’re sorcerers, and that means we fight, both of us, so we can make a world that’s safe for later. I am glad that you care about me, obviously, but I’m not backing down from this.”
Stephen’s lips thin. “You’re incredibly obstinate sometimes, you know that?”
You flash him a smile. “I learned it from the best.”
That makes him chuckle, even though his face is still drawn from the stress of what is to come. “I’m just worried, alright? Worried we’re not going to win this one.”
You nod. “I know. Thanos is probably going to be the hardest enemy we’ll ever face, but at least we’re facing him together, right?”
At last, Stephen seems to accept this. “That’s right. Hey, if I have to go out because of a Mad Titan, at least my last sight will be you.”
You roll your eyes, although you’re smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. “You’re incredibly dramatic, you know that?”
Stephen steps forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I learned it from the best. Now come on, let’s sort this whole thing out before any more Avengers decide to aim their crash landing at the Sanctum. I think the roof can only take so many hits for one day.”
He brushes another kiss to your knuckles, then leads you out of this room. Truth be told, you’re just as scared of this fight as Stephen. Few enemies are ever as easy as they seem, and Thanos already seems like the end of days. Still, at least you have Stephen by your side. At a time like this, that is everything.
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Another fucking drabble that I found in my notes ❤️
I’ve been gone for awhile, mainly because I’m lazy, secondly, I moved and lastly work. Literally gonna swan dive off a cliff 😏 and we’re back with Dr. Strange 🤌❤️
WARNINGS: slight smut, slight dom!reader
NSFW under the cut
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A groan leaves his lips as he tilts his head back. His hands grip at the sheets while his thighs trembled. He had no idea that you could make him feel so good with just a few words and touches.
“How do you feel?” You ask, breaking his train of thought. Your hands grip at his hips as you lean into his face.
Stephen struggled to make eye contact with you. He couldn’t dare to interact with someone who had knocked him off his feet so easily. It was embarrassing. That was until you kissed his jaw and sucked on it gently, trying to create a faint hickie. Making him groan and look down at you.
“Are you going to answer me? Or are you to caught up pleasure that you’re ineligible to speak?”
He shakes his head, “G-good!”
A smirk dances on your face as you leaned back. Your grip loosened on his waist as you sit on his lap. Pride filled your body as you feel his hard on press against your inner thigh. “Wow,” a chuckle erupts from your throat, “someone’s excited.”
Stephen didn’t answer, instead he grabbed onto your thighs. “C’mon.” He mumbled. His hips grind up into yours trying to get desperate friction but a frustrated groan leaves his lips when you stilled his hips.
“We’re having none of that tonight.” Your fingers peel back his robe, pushing it back too his shoulders. Your eyes scan his sweaty body as you bite your lip in anticipation.
Your voice was stern and grabbed onto his wrist. “If you attempt to even touch me or get yourself off. Then I’ll show you what true pain is.”
You watch his eyes widen before they narrow. His lips curl as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips. “Why won’t you tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
His teasing tone angers you but before you could react the cape that he wore slipped off his shoulders and wrapped around your wrist, binding them together. “What the fuck.” You gasp while you try to pry open the cloak. Your eyes snap to his as your brows furrow. “Stephen fucking Strange. You are pushing yourself to a place you don’t want to be.”
He cocks his brow and pulls your hips closer to his face. “I don’t think your in the position to talk like that, dear.” He kept tugging you closer and closer till you were directly over his face. His fingers dig into your skin as he looks up at you with lust. “Why won’t you sit down for a while?”
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Imagine saving Sinister!Strange’s life.
This was not an easy world to live in. It was in ruins, other people were few and far between. You weren’t even sure if there was a world beyond New York City anymore. If there was, you haven’t heard from them. The thick, white fog blotted out any chance that you might have had to see airplanes in the sky, or any sign of civilization. But you had it better than most of the people who used to live here. You had shelter, and you had a purpose, working for Dr. Strange. Many would be mad at you for working for the guy who brought about the end of the city, perhaps the end of the world, but you had to survive somehow.
It didn’t get easier. It got worse. Newcomers entered your world. It might have been fine if it were anyone else. Literally.
Anyone else.
But it was Christine Palmer and another Dr. Strange.
A fight ensued between the two doctors. Christine stood outside while you - you were stuck on the inside with them. You didn’t have the magic that the Doctors did. You weren’t a wizard, a warlock, a shaman, whatever they wanted to call themselves on that particular day. If anything, you were a pacifist. But when you saw the way that the fight was going, when you saw that your Strange was heading out the window, about to fall, you leaped at him like a bobcat, pushing him off to the side rather than backwards, saving his life.
“STOP THIS,” You cried out, holding onto his robes. “Just - stop this. Hasn’t enough death and destruction happened?” And you looked at your Stephen in the eyes as he appeared surprised that you had done that. “Do you think that any version of Christine would want this?”
The two men stared at you, and then at each other. Wheels turning. Until finally, in a twist of events, Stephen handed over the Darkhold to the new Strange. “Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything for you,” He said to you, before disappearing into the depths of his sanctum. The other Strange left quickly, and it was your turn to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess. Again.
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Imagine the reunion (Part 8)
Masterlist
-When your father was discharged a week after the accident, you walked with him to the town car. A sea of reporters flooded to you both, microphones shoved into your faces as reporters asked a thousand questions. Once he was in the car, you turned towards them, and before you could state that Dr. Strange wanted to ask for privacy during his recovery, a man in a suit asked loudly, “Are you Strange’s mistress?”
“No, I am his daughter, and we ask that during this time you respect both of our privacies and would like to make it very clear that those who fail to do so will be arrested by the NYPD. We will take no further questions at this time.” You stated, before pushing through the crowd and rounding the car, which pulled away towards your old home as soon as your door closed.
-Sam watched in your office, the laptop screen displaying the live coverage as he sat around the mess he created. His eyes watering as you stated you were his daughter, a woman who was familiar to him, but yet so foreign at the same time.
-The car ride was silent, your father’s eyes were just transfixed on his hands as you stared out the window.
-When you arrived home, Strange refused your help, and just locked himself in his office, leaving you mostly alone.
-Communication between you both was very limited, it mostly consisted of you asking if he needed anything, and him refusing, even though 10 minutes later you would bring him whatever he might need.
-You didn’t know this, but after the video surfaced of you outside of the car, Tony instructed the team that it would probably be best to wait a while before reaching out to you. Everyone looked to Steve to disagree, but he stated, “I agree with Tony, clearly she never wanted anyone to know, and now she has been forced to tell the whole world. We should give her some time to readjust to the situation.”
-After the video of you exclaiming you were Strange’s daughter aired, there was a knock at the door. You peeked through the hole in the door and were met with a familiar face. Swinging the door open you were quick to leap into his arms, burying your head into his shoulder as tears slowly slipped down your cheek, “I missed you.”
“Me too.” Jonathan replied, his shaking hands slowly wrapped around you as well.
-He stayed in New York for two weeks, each day you would meet up for coffee, or an outing and discuss life without each other.
-He was really proud that you took his last name when you went MIA, it made him feel like he really did have an impact on your life.
-You were just happy to see him, and on his last day you both went to different museums around New York, and had a picnic in Central Park. As you sat there enjoying the weather he looked at you, “Do you miss him?”
“Who?”
“Sam.” You had told him all about the man you lived with for years, stating that you thought they would be quick friends.
“Every day.” You replied, “But he is extremely upset, and honestly I don’t blame him.”
-When you dropped him off at the airport you received a phone call, and answered it immediately, “Yes Tony?”
“I need you to meet me at Blue Bottle.”
“This isn’t a set up is it?” You asked, your eyebrow raising
“No, just…. meet me there in 30.”
-Upon arriving outside, you were greeted by Tony’s outstretched arms, Happy beside him as you accepted the embrace, before moving your attention to Happy, “Don’t look so excited to see me Hap, I would hate for you to cause a scene.”
“I mean I would be crying for joy right now if I could, but I need to look like, what did you used to call it?”
“A unfeeling, macho man.” You responded before both of you cracked a smile, Tony joining in before directing your attention to the sports car out front, “I already have your coffee in the car.”
“Is this your way of kidnapping me Tony, cause I don’t think Strange would like you abducting his personal one on one nurse.”
“Trust me, there is nothing more I would rather do.” He answered as you opened the passenger door and climbed into the vehicle.
-After driving for a while, you arrived at Stark Industries. Your eyebrow raising as Tony parked the car, “So you brought me here to see Pep?”
“I mean we can, but there are some things we need to discuss first.”
-When you enter the conference room, the table was laid out with design plans, all scribbled on and drawn by Tony, “I need your help on some invention plans, and since I was asked by a certain individual to not let you in or around the tower I am forced to bring you here.”
“I mean I don’t blame Sam for asking, but he should have already…”
“Actually, it was Steve who asked me.” Tony interrupted, “Sam hasn’t left your office in weeks.”
“Oh.” You replied, before turning to all the blueprints.
-You were there for hours, at one point you called Christine to ask her to check in on your father, “I forgot I made plans with a friend, do you mind just stopping in and making sure he doesn’t need a soup or something?”
-When you were done, Tony sat across from you, as you both looked at one another he stated, “Also I have one more things for you, and I hope you don’t mind.”
“What?”
“Happy, can you please bring Calvin in now?” He asked, you had completely forgotten Happy had sat down on one of the couches, and as he left you tilted your head, “Why is your lawyer here?”
“He just needs you to sign a document, that’s all. It states that upon your father’s death I get to legally adopt you as an adult, and that I don’t have to pay you to babysit my future children.”
“So what you are saying is that I can poison my father and you will pay to erase all the evidence, and then to make up for the fact that you saved me from prison, I have to become your bitch?”
“Exactly.” He smiled as Happy reentered the room, Calvin behind him. Upon entering he placed a paper before you, and a pen.
“What’s this?” You asked Tony, your eyes meeting his as he exclaimed with a blank expression, “I mean everyone already knows, might as well make it legal.”
-After legally changing your name back, Tony took you up to Pepper’s office, where you immediately ran over to the strawberry blonde and hugged her. The four of you sat in her office for hours and just talked, Pepper filling you in on everything you missed.
-When Tony dropped you off at your car you looked over to him, “This better not be the last time I see you Tony.”
“It won’t be.” He smiled, “Coffee next Tuesday?”
“Sure, I have to take Strange to PT, but I can meet here at around 3.”
“Perfect, I will tell Cap not to schedule any missions, and inform all the bad guys that they have to behave for that day.”
-When you hugged Tony goodbye, you teared up a bit, pulling back you saw him doing the same, “Softie.” You joked before getting out of the car, “Text me and tell me how the laser turns out.”
“Course kid.” He replied, before pulling away.
-When you got into your car, you saw a box on your passenger seat, peering inside you pulled out a familiar photo album. Inside were all the pictures you had taken of your life in DC, most had been with Sam. Each page in chronological order. Your finger lightly traced over each memory, tears collecting as you saw pictures of the times you cherished. The last one you had put in there was of you, Sam and Steve the day you moved out, you were all smiling in your empty living room.
-You noticed there were extra pages, and turned to see new photos, a note was laying on the first page, and when you opened it you smiled at Tony’s handwriting,
I hope you don’t mind that I hacked your cloud to get some of these pictures.
-They were all pictures of your time in the tower, some taken out of your phone storage, while others were from surveillance cameras. However there was a majority that were from other people’s phones, like the picture of you and Nat on the beach that Clint took when you all snuck out one day, or you and Thor sitting on the quinjet, both laughing. There was one that you took on Bruce’s phone, both in lab coats as you stuck your tongue out, peace sign fingers up as he looked at the camera, one of the few photos post green guy where he was actually smiling. You and Steve on the bike, a photo you knew Sam had taken, and were sure he didn’t give willingly.
-All the photos from Sam’s phone you assumed Tony took from his cloud as well, your favorite was one from a party Tony was throwing on Halloween. Both you and Sam had dressed up as Natasha and Banner. You took a picture in your full length mirror before going down, both of you smiling wide at the joke, which was that those two were totally going to start dating soon.
-Tony had several pages littered with photos he had taken, some in the lab, some at parties, one of them he was legit dressed in pajamas, sitting on your couch with you, both eating cereal. You could still hear the cartoons playing.
-The last page though there was just one photo, you were wearing an emerald green dress, Nat had curled your hair, your face neutral colored, yet the highlight gave you some shimmer. Sam was dressed in an emerald green, velvet tuxedo, which was the reason you had chosen your dress. One hand on your waist, the other held your hand, your spare hand was placed on his shoulder. The dance floor was empty, and by the state of the bar, the party had already ended, yet for some reason you and Sam were still dancing. Both so lost in each other’s eyes that you failed to notice someone take a picture.
-Looking deeper into the box through teary vision, you noticed a few small frames, one was a picture of you, Clint and Nat that Laura had taken when Clint introduced you, one was you and Tony flipping off the camera, one was you and Thor eating half a pop tart, because there was one left, and he refused to eat it, so he stated he was going to split it instead, and the last one was you leaning over the pool table, stick in hand, Steve and Sam behind you waiting for you to take the shot. You laughed at that one though, because whoever took it got evidence of Sam looking at your ass as you lined up to take the shot.
-The box also contained a few items of Stark Industries merchandise, along with your second favorite leather jacket, and one of Sam’s stretched out, Air Force shirts, something you were sure Tony took without Sam knowing.
-When you had dried your tears, you texted Tony, “Thank you. Also next time ask to go in my cloud, I feel violated now.”
-Strange refused to let you or Christine shave his face.
-On the first day he had PT, you looked at the therapist before leaning towards him and stated, “Oh I am definitely not going to like him.” That caused Strange to smile a bit, cause it was almost as though you read his mind.
- Christine came over every night, and dropped you off his case files, per your request. She would stay and chat for a bit, but ultimately she would leave. As soon as she would leave, you walked to the door of the office, knocked loudly and opened the door to find Strange looking out over the city. You placed the files on the desk and left, The next morning you would collect the completed files and give them to Katherine to deliver to Metro-general.
-After two weeks of this schedule, you heard your father call from the study, your feet carrying you to the noise, upon arriving you found his nose buried in a book, “What, did you forget how to turn a page?”
“Haha very funny.” He replied, as you crossed your arms, “I actually need your help with a patient.”
“Holy shit, someone call the press, THE Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange MD, PHD, needs my help?” You asked, sarcasm apparent in your voice as he rolled his eyes, “Yes now come look at this.”
- You solved it within 17 minutes.
-After that you found yourself helping him more and more with cases. It was an interesting task to perform with him.
-When your father mentioned going back under the knife for the experimental procedure you looked at him, these were the most words he had spoken since you arrived, all you could ask was, “And if it doesn’t work?”
“It has to, cause I don’t know what I will do if it doesn’t.”
-You were heartbroken when it failed, Strange sat in his bed and stared out the window, until you knocked on the door at 9:00, “Christine dropped off some paperwork, what do you say we give it a go, and prove that Nic isn’t capable of doing our job.”
-Once finished he went off about other procedures that could help, causing you to go into a spiral of researching solutions to the issue that seemed unsolvable.
-Christine pulled you into the hall one evening, not wanting Strange to overhear her, “You have to stop feeding into his delusions.”
“What delusions, all we are doing is…”
“Listen, your father is just lucky to be alive, and I know that it is hard for him to accept that the world doesn’t revolve around…”
“If you just came here to criticize the fact that we aren’t losing hope, then please just drop off the files, and rethink your attitude towards a situation you know nothing about for tomorrow.”
She started to chuckle, before thrusting the small stack, her words meant to be harsh as she stated, “I wonder if [Y/N] Bardot would have just told me the same thing.”
-A month after the accident, you were both sitting in the office, you were across from him at his desk, your nose in a case file. However his voice drew you back to reality, “May I ask you a question?”
“You just did, however proceed.”
“Why don’t you wear makeup anymore?”
“I never wore makeup around you.” Your eyebrow raised as he placed the file down
“Yes you did, when you attended my speech in Washington DC, I believe the year was 2010, you were wearing a royal blue dress, your hair was up in one of those trendy updos, and you had on a pink lipstick. You were seated in the front area, between two men, a younger man in a nice suit, whom I assume is your boyfriend, and an older gentleman.”
“You recognized me?”
“Of course I did, I mean I might have been a shitty father, but I at least know what my own child looks like.”
-You got pissed at the PT worker, stating that this was a waste of time, and was not showing results. He chuckled and said you sounded just like your father.
-You occasionally heard news about the Avengers, your heart slightly breaking. You missed the team, and some members more than others.
-One night while you were reviewing a case, Strange spoke up, “You know I have always been proud of you.”
“Sure do act like it.” You stated, eyes never leaving the page
“I was distant with you cause I wanted you to be strong, I wanted you to learn how to survive on your own...”
“Oh don’t feed me that crap. You were never a very paternal figure, some people aren’t meant to be parents. That doesn’t make you a bad person, just a shit father.”
“Well thanks for making me feel better.”
“Well it is true.” You smiled as he chuckled, marveling at how similar you truly were.
-one evening, when all the cases were complete you looked at Strange, “Why did you hire a private investigator?”
“Because I wanted to make sure that my daughter wasn't wasting her talent.” He stated, his eyes never leaving the case study he was reading on repairing nerve damage in the digits.
“Yet you went on public record and stated you had no desire to hear from me.”
“That is true, because I know what I did, and I respect you enough to understand why you left in the manner you did, and that it was your wish to not have any form of communication with anyone regarding your childhood. I already failed you as a child, so I owed it to you to not fail you as an adult, hence why I never engaged in conversation at the lecture, or questioned your where about when attending Mr. Starks party back in 2014, or why I was removed from the guest list.”
“You knew I was..”
“The private investigator told me, along with the fact that Shield erased your entire existence.”
“Wow, you really did your homework.” You replied as he smiled, “It’s my job to.”
“Thank you.” You whispered, all he did was smile in response.
-Tony and you met for coffee once or twice a week, Pepper and Happy would sometimes join you, but most times it was just you and Tony joking like you used to in the lab.
-There was one week that Steve and Sam were “on mission” (When Tony told you, you were sure they were following a lead on Bucky), so on your coffee date, Tony announced that he was hosting a party, and you were coming, no objections.
-He sent Happy to your house the day of the party, and when you opened it, all you did was groan, “That man will be the death of me.”
-You peeked into your father’s office, “I’m going out, I will be back later tonight. Do you want me to call…”
“God no, I am a grown man [Y/N], I don’t need Miss Palmer treating me like a child.” He snapped, “Tell Mr. Stark I hope he has a wonderful party, and be safe.”
“Trust me, there is no one for me to be dangerous with.”
-Before following Happy out to the town car, you reached into your closet and pulled out a form fitting, backless, black gown that your father bought you years ago,and grabbed your black, and silver heels. Joining Happy in the hall he immediately chuckled, “You are definitely going to be the talk of the party in that dress sweetheart.”
“If you are saying that while it is on the hanger, you should see it on.” You smiled
-On your way to the tower you texted Christine, and asked if she would check in on your father. She texted you later that night to never ask her to again, stating she could no longer stand the sight of the self obsessed monster both you and he had created. You replied back, “Oh now that the monster can no longer serve you, it is all of a sudden too much for you to handle. I hate to tell you Miss Palmer, but the monster has always been there, you are just pissed that you are no longer the bitch stroking his incredibly large ego.”
-Upon arriving Friday announced your presence to Tony, Nat just happened to be standing there, and at the sound of your name her whole body perked up, “She is in the garage, if you get there quickly you might catch her before they board the elevator.” Tony told her, before looking up to see the empty room.
-Nat tackles you when the elevator doors opened, your arms wrapping around her as Happy chuckled to himself, “Never leave like that again.” She whispered as she pulled back and took your face in her hands.
“Are you going soft on me Romanoff?” You joked
“In your dreams Strange.” She replied
-You got ready in her room, her face lighting up as you turned in the mirror, “Damn, I wish Wilson was here to see what he gave up.”
-You kept your mouth shut, taking a deep breath as you tried accepting the fact that Sam would probably never want to be in the same room with you again. Tears brimming your eyes as she stood behind you, and wrapped her arms around you. “Let’s go show the boys why it is us they should be afraid of.”
-As soon as you walked into the party, Tony’s eyes were on you, he politely excused himself from Rhodey and the group of veterans and approached you and Nat as you descended the stair, however it was Wanda who cut him off.
“You are still alive I see, and yet you have forgotten what a phone is?” Wanda snapped, her frame covered by a short, Crimson dress, and her normal combat boots covered her feet.
“More like my best friends are always off saving the world, so I never know when to call them to make plans.” You replied as you leaned forward and took her drink, a smile on her face as you took a sip from it, “Now I owe you a drink, so lead me to the bar.”
-After about an hour of drinking the three of you found yourselves on the dance floor, Vision standing near you as you all danced, sometimes awkwardly trying to join Wanda as you all lifted your drinks.
-You were not aware but at some point the doors to the stairway opened, revealing a blonde haired, blue eyed, muscular pretty boy, defeat in his eyes as another lead came up empty. Beside him was his other best friend, his eyes hiding brokenness as he looked over the crowd of people. As though it was destined, the lights of the dance floor roamed over the crowd, and Sam’s eyes caught the shimmer of your dress, your drink in the air as you swayed to the beat. His smile involuntarily lifted, his heart rate accelerated as he stared, imagining the once familiar smell of your perfume. He imagined what would happen if he walked up behind you, and asked for a dance, or if he brought you a drink, if you would throw it in his face. Yet all he did was look at Steve, “I think I am gonna turn in after all, gotta get up early tomorrow so I beat you in that foot race.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Steve smiled, watching Sam leave, before looking out over the crowd to see the person who scared Sam away from the party.
-When Tony saw Steve he asked Friday to show him where Wilson was, his screen lighting up and showed Sam in the apartment you once shared, his head in his hand as he sat on the couch. Tony looked up to where you were, a smile slowly forming as he saw Nat twirl you on the floor, a huge smile illuminated your face as you reunited with your friends. Looking at his screen again he turned it off, not regretting for a moment his decision to invite you.
-“Ladies, mind if I cut in?” Steve asked, your body turning to look at his blue eyes, before you raced forward and embraced his broad torso, his arms wrapping around you as he whispered, “Don't worry, he went to bed.”
-You and Steve ended up spending most of the night together after that, the girls had both went off to their own sections after Steve arrived, leaving you to stand arm and arm with the Dinosaur, as he spoke with many different groups of people.
-At the end of the night, you all sat on the couch together, smiles on your faces as Rhodey told another War Machine story, your head leaned on Tony’s shoulder, “Thank you.” You whispered to him, looking up as Tony took your hand and squeezed it, “No problem kid.”
-Before Steve decided to turn in for the night, he looked towards you, both of you standing behind the bar cleaning, “It was good seeing you Bardot.”
“You know, you are the only one who called me that tonight.” You whispered
“Sorry, I guess I am…”
“No, it is fine. Honestly…. I miss it.” You replied, “Reminds me of what life was like…”
“He misses you.” Steve cut you off, your heart breaking at the longing desire to just hug him again.
“So do I.” You replied before walking away from the bar, towards Wanda and Vision, “Now, I am expecting you to meet me at the coffee shop on Wednesday, 3pm sharp.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She replied, before pulling you into a hug.
Looking to Vision you added, “And if you are not there either I’ll drag you out of this tower myself.”
“Of course Miss Strange.” Vision replied before you turned to Nat, “I would threaten to drag you out as well, but I am genuinely afraid you would murder me.”
“I would.” She smiled, “I will be there though.”
-Walking into the elevator your finger ghosted over the button that would take you to your old apartment, every cell in your body wanted to push the up arrow, but against your inner desire, you pushed the button for the garage, and met Happy at the town car, shoes in your hand as you smiled towards him, “Cheese burger time?”
“Course kid.” Happy chuckled as you got into the passenger seat.
-Steve still stayed in the spare room in Sam’s apartment, he opened the door to see Sam laying on the couch, his fancy shirt disgards, and his fingers gracefully laid on the neck of a tipped over, empty, glass bottle. Steve walked over to the couch, taking the throw blanket you had brought from DC off of your chair, and threw it over him before picking up the bottle.
-When he woke up Sam smelled the faintest hint of your old detergent, and immediately reached out to grab you, however it was met with empty air, and suddenly the memory of seeing you last night came back.
-When you woke up, your father was sitting at the table, paper laid on the table as you smiled, “You ready for PT later?”
“Absolutely not, seeing how it continues to prove ineffective.” Strange replied, before you turned with your coffee, “Well then tell him.”
-You sat in the car while your father spoke to the therapist, your mind still trying to figure out how to possibly help your father. Everything seemed to be coming up dead ends and there was only so long that your father’s sanity would hold out. Already he seemed to be going mad at the loss of his purpose, and while he never snapped at you, you had been a witness to him being harsher than normal towards Christine. When he returned to the car, he spoke, “Well the giant waste of time might have just proven useful.”
“How so?”
“Tomorrow I need you to take me to..”
“And if I have plans?”
“Trust me, if this guy is being honest, then you will want to see it,” Strange stated, his eyes meeting yours before continuing, “Besides we will be done well before 3.”
-That morning you took him to meet Jonathan Pangborn, while on the way to the court your father relayed the words of the physical therapist. As he spoke, all you could think is that this was insane even for him, however you looked towards him, and softly replied, “How do we know…”
“We don’t.” He replied.
-As you opened the door for your father, you pulled his sweatshirt hood up before your own, the sky was grey and the air almost teased you with a promise of rain. The court was in an old building, the concrete was sturdy and provided protection from the elements, meaning the game never had to end. After ascending a single flight of stairs you were greeted with the sounds of an amateur game of basketball, looking through the fence you saw all the men standing, wondering which one was the paraplegic.
“Jonathan Pangborn, C7-C8 spinal cord injury, complete.” Your father’s voice was strong, all hopes for the future rested in the recovery story of this one man.
“Who are you guys?” He started to ask yet your father continued as though he hadn’t heard him, “Paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Partial paralysis in both hands.”
“I don’t know you,” he started to turn, but your father continued, “I am Stephen Strange. I’m a… I mean I was a neurosurgeon.” Tears slowly started to form as you heard him use the past tense, something he had never done outside of his own head.
“Wait, Strange? Actually I do know you, I came to your office once, and you refused to see me.” Jonathan went from turning away to approaching you both, the fence dividing you as you fought all the urges to mutter “typical”, as you ignored the tears forming, “I never even got past your assistant.”
“You were untreatable.” His statement was delivered as though it was obvious.
“No glory for you in that, right?” He turned away, clearly finished with whatever Strange had to say, and as you quickly approached your father’s side you called, “You came back from a condition that there is no coming back from. Please, I know my father is a giant bag of dicks most times, but we are trying to find our own way back?”
“Really sweetheart, cause you look pretty peachy to…” his words cut short as your father lifted his shaking hands from his pockets, the slight tremors were enough to get Jonathan’s attention, until his friend called, “Pangborn, are you in or you out?”
-He rose his hand in response, which was clearly not the response his friends wanted, his feet slowly carried him back to you, his eyes fixated on Strange’s hands as he approached the entrance, and looked towards you both, “Alright, here is my story. I’d given up on my body, figured my mind was the only thing I have left, so I should at least try to elevate that. I sat with gurus, and sacred women, strangers carried me to mountaintops to seek counsel with holy men, and finally I found my teacher. My mind was elevated, and my spirit deepened, and somehow…”
“Your body healed.” Strange finished the sentence, both of you staring at this man, as he turned his head to you, as though he intended this message for you rather than your father, “Yes. There were deeper secrets to learn there though, but I didn’t have the strength to receive them. I chose to settle for my miracle and I came back to my home.”
His head redirected back to Strange, “The place you are looking for is called Kamar-Taj,but the cost there is high.”
“How much?” Strange rebuttaled
“I’m not talking about money. Good luck.” He stated before he finally walked away, leaving you to wonder what the price could be.
-As soon as you both got back into the car, you pulled out your phone, “What are you doing?”
“Getting us tickets to Kamar-Taj, what does it look like?”
-After confirming that you were going to be on the next flight, you contacted Tony, Nat and Wanda, demanding a rain check until further notice.
“Where are you going?” Tony asked
“To go have tea on a mountaintop with my father, try to have a one on one bonding moment.”
-While at the airport, Strange asked, “How did you pay for this?”
“Gee I thought your private investigator would have told you I didn’t spend all the money I took when I left. Guess he wasn’t as good as you thought.”
-Upon landing you received a message from Tony, “What are you doing all the way in Kamar-Taj?”
“Stop tracking my phone Tony.”you texted back before opening the program for controls, and programmed Friday to deny access to your location.
-Upon arriving you and Strange just started wandering around the city, both of you asking as many people as you could if they knew where your answer lied, every no causing you to feel more and more defeated.
-While searching on the holy tour, you couldn’t help but chuckle leaning over to your father you whispered, “I never imagined you on a holy tour?”
-when you got surrounded, you silently cursed yourself for turning locations off, since Tony could have ordered a suit to go save you. You weighed your odds, three against two, no physical money, or valuables to be exchanged for safety.
“Look, guys, we don’t have any money.” Strange’s exhaled
“Your watch.”
“No please that is all I have left.”
“What about my watch, it is just as…”
“Both watches, now.” The Burglar with the long brown hair and beanie commanded. His voice sterner than when he made his demand a moment ago.
-The three men slowly started to close in around you, cornering your father and you against the wall with no hope of an escape. Your hand already starting to fumble with the clasp of your watch as your father stood there, unwilling to give it up.
“Alright” you father stated as you handed it over, his fist collided with the leader who was grasping his watch, you could see the pain contort in his face as he retracted, the other two quickly threw you aside, and began kicking him. All efforts to get them away useless.
-What happened next occurred in a flash, you weren’t even sure yourself if you were seeing reality or a delusion fuel by your current state of hydration or the blistering heat,along with the anxiety linked with the situation.
-while rushing to help Strange rise, the dark forest green robed figure approached you, his eye hidden to you as Strange rose, hands trembling worse than before.
“Are you okay?” Strange whispered to you, genuine concern is his voice as you replied, “Yeah, I am honestly more worried about you.”
“Your old man is just fine.” He whispered as the hooded figure spoke, in his hand your now shattered watch, “You two are looking for Kamar-Taj.”
“Yes, do you know..” you started, as he pushed past, no words spoken between you as you followed, until he started advancing towards a worn building, and your father called, “Really? Sure we got the right place, cause that building over there looks a little more Kamar-Tajey.”
-As he chuckled, you just looked at your father with wide eyes, in any other situation your father’s lack of a filter would have not even phased you, but for some reason him saying something along those lines in a foreign country to the only man who seemed to know where the hell you wanted to go shocked you.
-“I once stood in the same place as you and your daughter, and I, too, was disrespectful. So, might I offer you some advice? Forget everything you think you know.” He stated, looking from your father to you, as though he was awaiting some form of a response.
“All right.” Strange muttered out confused, each syllable dragged out before the man in the robes opened the small door of the battered building.
-When your father inquired about the ancient one’s real name, you just gave him the look, which after glancing towards you, he muttered, “Right, forget everything I think I know. Sorry.”
-When you both entered the room, you noticed the lack of decor, most of the room was empty, other than a few coffee table desks, and the book shelves. Other then you two and the man who brought you, there were only three others in the room, a elderly man, reading a book, and two young girls who looked as though they were servants. Upon entering the two servant girls quickly approached you and started trying to remove your outerwear, as your father stuttered out, “Thank you.. for having us.”
As they took your outerwear he whispered to you, “Okay, guess that’s a thing?”
“Can you not question their methods for like five seconds?” You responded back in a hushed whisper as one of the women you assumed to be a servant presented you both with cups, while the other one poured the tea. “Thank you.” You replied to both, as your father once again turned to the elderly man, trying to express gratitude. However as soon as your cup was filled with tea, and the woman had moved to your father’s, the man rose to leave, causing the already stuttering voice of Stephen Strange to fill with confusion.
“You’re very welcome.” The woman replied as she finished pouring your father’s cup, both your eyes meeting hers as she stood before you, “The Ancient one?” Your father asked, looking after the elderly man, as your lips rose in a smirk, whispering quickly, “Is not the old man.”
“Mr. Strange, Miss Strange.” She nodded, before you could greet her, your father rebuttaled, “Doctor actually.”
“Not anymore, I mean that’s why you two are here is it not? You have undergone many procedures, seven if I am not mistaken. How is the tea?”
“It’s good tea.” Strange replied, both of you baffled that she knew that
“Yes, it is, isn’t it.” The Ancient One muttered as she started cleaning a spot for her own tea cup at the desk the elderly man once sat at.
Wasting no time, your father asked, “Did you heal a man named Pangborn? A paralyzed man?”
“In a way.” She answered, the sound of her tea making her quiet response even harder to hear.
“You helped him to walk again?” You asked as she straightened her back, tea in hand, “Yes.”
“How did you correct a complete C7-C8 spinal cord injury?”
“Well that is just it Mr. Strange,” You saw the slight twitch of his face, knowing he wanted to say something again, however she didn’t allow him the opportunity, “I didn’t correct it, the man couldn’t walk, I convinced him that he could.”
“No offense, Ancient One, but are you proposing that Mr. Pangborn’s recovery is just completely psychosomatic?”
“Tell me, When you reattach a severed nerve, is it you who heals it back together, or the body?”
“It’s the cells.”
“And the cells are programmed to put themselves back together in very specific ways.”
“Correct.”
“Well, what if I told you that your own body could be convinced to put itself back together in all sorts of ways?”
“You are talking about cellular regeneration. That’s the bleeding edge of medical technology. Is that why you are working here without a governing medical board?” Your father rambled out all at once, both of you following her every move, and as she turned you added, “Just how experimental is your treatment?”
“Quite.” She forced a smile, and you quickly could see she was hiding something
“So you figured out a way to reprogram nerve cells to self heal?”
“No Mr. Strange, I simply just know how to reorient the spirit to better heal the body.”
“The spirit to heal the body.” He repeated, your eyes glancing towards his childlike wonder as she simply hummed, “That’s correct.”, before taking a sip of her tea, and moving away from you both to collect a book.
“Ok, all right, so how do we do this? How do we start this procedure?” He asked, turning to be in front of your body as the Ancient One opened the book she collected, and opened it to the bookmarked page. Her eyes fixated on your father’s as she held it there for him to view, as both of your eyes scanned the page bearing a human figure sitting in meditation, “What do neither of you like this map?” She replied after several seconds of silence.
“Oh no, it is an exquisite depiction of the human body, and the method of energy. The only problem is…” you began, however it was your father who cut you off,
“We’ve seen it before in gift shops.”
“Ah, well what about this one?” She twirled, her feet landing between you both, her back pressed against the tight space between both you and your father, as she turned the page to a map of Acupuncture.
“Ah acupuncture… how helpful.” He muttered, trying to hold back the urge to be an ass, you could see it in his face. But you could also hear the amusement it was bringing the ancient one, “And what of this one?”
-The sing song amusement she was getting from your father’s frustrations was what led you to snap at her, “You are acting like these are wonderful new discoveries you are showing us, yet you have just shown a neurosurgeon, and a psychologist a basic MRI scan, and acting as though we have no comprehension of what we are looking at?”
“Yes, each of these maps were drawn up by an individual who only saw part of the picture, instead of the whole picture.”
“My daughter paid for us both to get one way tickets here, she canceled all her plans with her companions, who she left behind in a life she gave up for me, just so that you could talk to us about healing through beliefs?”
“You are both just people looking at the world through a keyhole. You’ve both spent your whole lives trying to widen the keyhole, in an effort of expanding your knowledge, of seeing more of the big picture. Yet now you both hear that it can be widened in ways you can not imagine, you reject the possibility.”
“No, I reject it because I don’t not believe in fairy tales about energy and chakras or the power of beliefs, there is no such thing as spirit!” Your father yelled, his body closer to the Ancient One then you were comfortable with. “We are made of matter and nothing more, nothing less. You are just any other tiny momentary speck within an indifferent universe.”
“You think too little of mankind Mr. Strange, perhaps you should be more open minded like the woman who paid the way to get you here.” The Ancient One suggested, tilting her head towards your still frame as you watched the scene unfold.
“Oh you think you can see right through me, don’t you? Well I hate to tell you, but you can’t, but I can see right through you!”
-Before you could react, the Ancient One took hold of your father’s hand and pulled it towards herself, before pulling back and landing her palm between his chest, causing him to begin to fall back, however with a flick of her hand, he was upright again, gasping for air as he panted, “What did you do to me?”
“I pushed your astroform out of your physical form.”
“What did you put in that tea, Psilocybin? LSD?”
“No, it’s just tea, with a bit of honey, besides if I did, wouldn’t the quiet Miss Strange also be reacting such as yourself. Her breathing seems quite regular, and other than slight irritation at the fact that I would push her father as I did, she seems, perfectly normal.”
Your father turned towards you and watched as you looked at him in disbelief, for even he could see the slight frustration in your eyes, but the other than that, you looked just like yourself, as he turned back towards the Ancient One, “What just happened?”
“For a moment, you entered the astral dimension.”
“What is that?” You asked, as your father looked at you with bewilderment as he started to slowly turn over in his head everything she had shared with him, the Ancient One turned her head towards you as she answered, “My darling, it is a place where the soul exists apart from the body.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” His voice Abrasive as he drew her attention back towards him.
“Simple, to make you expand your keyhole Mr. Strange.” She replied, as she looked to you both, before the thumbs of her hands met both of your foreheads, “Open your mind.”
-With that it felt as though your body was thrown backwards into a rippling tunnel of the room, filled with a deep percussion sound, only to be thrown through the fragile, decorative blinds and out into the blinding sun of Kamar-Taj. The sound of the percussion instrument replaced with the busy sounds of the markets below, the sun coating your falling form as you looked to see that it was not the streets of the city you were hurtling towards but rather the very fabric of space. The sense of the fantasy filling your mind, as you tried to imagine yourself safe in your bed, but it didn’t smell like your bed…
“Sam.” You whispered, as you did your eyes landed on a falcon, who was far from his home on earth. He was flying so close to you, and with the hope that it would manifest into Sam, and he would save you from your journey into space, you reached out to touch him. However instead of turning into your lost lover, as your fingertips met his feathers you were rocket backwards into a shiny, neon, tunnel, filled with nothing but the sounds of rushing wind as you fell deeper into the fluorescent blues, pinks and oranges.
-Suddenly you heard the voice of your hooded savior, “Both of their heart rates are getting dangerously high.” And with that you were returned to the room where it all began, your body resting in a chair as you struggled to catch your breath, your eyes widen with excitement as you looked towards your father, his face littered with signs of distress, as the Ancient One leaned down between you both, and looked between you, “They look alright to me.” She smiled, before you felt yourself fly backwards out of the chair, and back into the neon tube. However this time you felt a slight heat engulf your back, as you fell far faster than before. The calm words of the Ancient One filling your head, “Your father seems to think he knows how the world works, that this material universe is all there is, but you know better. You have seen there is more to life than science, you have tangled with the unusual ones and lived to tell the tale. Tell me my dear, would you like to experience the mysteries that lie beyond your senses, and be one of the unusual ones?”
-At this point you had snapped back to the room, your father beside you still sitting in the chair, his body limp as he continued his Astral Projection journey. You looked to the Ancient One, her face soft as you smiled, “Let’s go.”
-Before she could reply, your father crashed from his chair and onto the floor, you immediate response was to help him, yet the man in the hood lightly grasped your shoulder, as the Ancient One approached him, “Have you ever seen that before in a gift shop Mr. Strange?”
As he panted, you watched him slowly rise, his hands shaking before him as his head lifted to look at her, “Teach me.”
“No.” She replied, before the man with the hood tightened his grip on your shoulder, and dragged your father up, you both baffled as he threw you both upon the dirt street, the crowd consuming both of your fallen bodies. All you could hear was the sounds of the market surrounding you, and the slamming of the heavy door.
-You watched in silence as Strange scrambled to get up, a string of No’s leaving his lips as he made his way back to the shabby wooden door, his hands hitting against them, before he retracted them in pain, his body shaking from frustration as you quickly collected him into your arms, his eyes glassy with tears as his body shook. “Open the door please?!”
-You both sat there well into the night, knocking and begging for reentry, unaware that inside they spoke of how you both show many qualities of Kaeclius, and how one man’s fall from the path of good should not affect the future of passing down the traditions.
-When they opened the door you both pleaded in thanks, stating that you were appreciative of the opportunity to prove your worth as they led you down a dark hall and into a small room, “This shall be your quarters Miss Strange, your father shall be right next door. Bathe, rest, meditate, the Ancient One will send for you both when she is ready.” And with that he left you alone in your small room. You quickly sat on the single mattress that resided in the room, and looked out the window into the moonlit city.
-The next morning your father came to your room, a look of concern on his face as he entered, your eyes meeting his as he muttered, “Did you know they have WiFi here?”
“No, no one told me that.” You replied, as he pulled a small card out of his pocket, and extended it towards you, the word Shamballa scribbled on it. After entering it into your IPhone however you wished that you hadn’t, as it started dinging off the hook, mostly messages from Tony and Christine asking where you were. The ones from Christine you left ignored, knowing already that she would never understand your need to be here with your father, chasing another method to fix his hands, but to Tony all you wrote was, “I’m sorry I went off the grid, I am safe, and I will put the GPS signal back on as soon as we accomplish what we set out to do.”
-Natasha texted you as well, “Do Clint and I need to hunt you down, and repeat what happened in Budapest just to get you to come home?”
“No, however you have to tell me about Budapest someday, since you guys bring it up all the time.” You texted back, as your father looked at you p, his eyebrow raising before he stated, “It’s good to see you smile.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, your head raising as he chuckled, “It’s just, since the accident, and you being the foolish one who blew your own cover, I don’t think I have seen you genuinely smile.”
“Oh.” You whispered, not even realizing that that was a noticeable occurrence.
-Before either of you could respond again, Baron appeared in the doorway, “She is ready for you.”
- “The language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity call the use of this language spells, however if your modern sensibilities are offended by that word feel free to call this a program.”
“May I call it charms class?” You asked, you and your father were seated across from the Ancient one, whose lips turned up in a slight smile as she hummed, “If you must, then I will allow it. However you must know in your charms class I will not go as easy as Flintwick did on Harry and his peers. The source code that shapes reality is what we will truly be learning, along with how we harness energy drawn from other dimensions of the Multiverse to cast spells.”
-She stated all of this while creating a diagram in the air made of orangish gold sparks, and as she finished her statement she snapped her fingers causing the diagram to duplicate and rotate 90 degrees, while also expanding into more of a 3 dimensional picture as she continued, “we also use it to conjure shields, form weapons, and to make magic.”
-Once she was done speaking she lowered her hands, causing the now fully transformed , 3D diagram exploded into a thousand tiny sparkles, your eyes widening with amusement as you watched them fade into the space. However your smile of wonder dropped slightly as your father’s voice filled your ears, “But even if my fingers were able to do that, my hands would just be waving in the air. I mean how are we supposed to get from here to there?”
“The same way you got to reattach severed nerves, and put human spines back together bone by bone, or how you created a functioning brain system in an AI program.”
“Years of study and practice, and a vast knowledge on a particular subject.” You replied, causing the Ancient one to just nod before she rose, “Come, I want to show you to the library.”
-After touring the training grounds, and the library she allowed Wong to let you each take out one book, which you both spent the day reading, before switching books, and reading those in less than a day. Once you were both finished you made your way back to Wong, and placed the books down, “Hey.”
“Mr. Strange, Miss Strange…” Wong started, however , your father cut him off, “Please, no need for formalities, Stephen and [Y/N] will be fine, and you are?”
“Wong.”
“Nice to meet you Wong.” You smiled, sticking your hand out, however after several seconds you let it fall back down, Wong’s eyes just staring at it as you cleared your throat, “I was wondering if we could take out a few more books?”
“Yes.” He replied, as you and your father went separate directions, each grabbing a small stack before returning to the stone faced Wong.
-As he looked through your piles he read out every title, and placed them back in a stack, and once he finished with the last one he stated, “Have fun.”
-You returned the next day, both of you had completed both of your stacks, and each other’s again, upon walking in you looked to Wong and stated with a pop to your P, “Sup Wong?”
“Sup?” He asked, confusion in his voice as you explained, “Yeah, you know like What’s up, but it is shortened.”
-After several seconds of silence you just whispered, “Ok then.” And both you and your father placed your books down, Wong looking at the stacks before looking at you both, “You finished all of these?”
“Yes.” You both answered before he looked back down and stated, “Follow me.”
-“This section is for masters only, but at my discretion, others may use it. You both should start with the Maxim’s Primer, how is both of your Sanskrit?” He asked as he collected a scroll from the first wall of tubes, leaving you and your father to wander down the center of the room and marvel at the golden storage units for the browning parchment, towards the dark oak study stations set up in the middle of the room, a single lamp sat on the cent of the tables.
“I think we are both fluent in Google Translate.” Strange replied, and Wong collected several other rolls of parchment.
“Verdic, classical Sanskrit.” He stated, before collecting a book from a shelf and handed it out towards your father, who took it as he cleared his throat. However Wong stopped short when you asked, “What are these?”
-Turning he noticed your eyes transfixed on the leather bound, decorated books, all chained to hexagon wall mounts that were suspended in the room, Wong’s voice cutting through the air as he replied, “The Ancient One’s private collection.”
“Meaning it’s forbidden?” Strange asked as Wong looked towards him, “No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden, however certain practices are. Those books are far too advanced for new sorcerers like yourselves, or anyone really, except for the Sorcerer Supreme.”
-Wong’s words didn’t however stop your father from reaching out to take one of the books down, the chain rattling as he gently lowered it and looked at the binding, your own eyes peering over his shoulder as he opened it to discover several torn out pages, “Some of the pages are missing out of this one.”
“That is the Book of Cagliostro, a study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former master, the zealot, Kaecilius, right after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head.” Neither you or Strange had noticed he was suddenly right in front of you, his arms filled with books for both you and Strange to study, his eyes staring at yours as he stated, “I am now the guardian of these books, so if the volume from this collection should be stolen again I will know about it, and you will be dead before you even can leave the compound.”
“What if it is just overdue? Any late fees or maiming we should know about?” Strange asked after Wong snatched the book from your father, and closed the binding with one hand, his face unamused as with the other he pushed the stack he had collected into your chest, his face stern.
“And to think people used to think I was funny.” Strange replied as you whispered, “No they didn’t, you just helped pay their salary, and were forced to work with you 24/7 since you had no concept of what life outside of work was.” You replied, as Wong cracked a smile, and pointed towards you, “I like this one.”
“Of course you would.” Strange sighed as he rolled his eyes, a look of victory on your face as he continued, “Well I would love to stay and watch this love story blossom, but I have some studying to do, thank you so much for the book recommendations, the gruesome story of decapitation, and the threat upon our lives.”
-As you left you smiled, “Guess we know who the better Strange is.”
“You wish.” Your father stated as you smiled.
-Once you started training you picked up the art very quickly, and excel above your father. This was something that he was envious of, however after the first lesson you knocked on his door and opened it to find him seated on his bed, a book that Wong recommended in his hands as you asked, “Want me to show you?”
-This became a common way you would spend your nights if you weren’t reading the library at an impeccable speed. Once you both picked up the art however the Ancient one was fascinated in how you both could perform stronger and better spells when together.
-She also found it fascinating that your magic always was a purplish blue. She could find no explanation for it at all.
-You were always patient with your father’s frustrations, knowing that the tremor of his hands always bothered him.
-The Ancient One was watching you all when you first were introduced to Sling Rings, and noticed you were having trouble with it, as nothing was manifesting. She watched you grow frustrated, since you never had an issue. Finally she called out, “Miss Strange, come here.”
When you got to her, she whispered with an outstretched palm, “Remove the Sling ring.”
Once it was in her palm she closed her hand, “Try again.”
“But without the….”
“Try again.”
-When you did a perfect gateway appeared, causing you to break concentration, and look at her baffled, as she smiled, “You won’t be needing this Miss Strange.”
-No one could explain why your magical abilities were so much different than the others.
-When the Ancient one came to the courtyard while you were trying to help your father with Gateways and asked for a moment with your father, she looked towards you, “Alone, if you don’t mind.”
-While she sent him to the top of Mount Everest you sat in a hallway, alone, and manifested a small blue orb, which you started to throw into the air. When he returned, you looked at him and whispered, “You look like frozen shit.”
“Well any man would who just got abandoned on the top of Mount Everest.” He snapped, his voice slightly shaking as he continued, “But I did it, I got the ring to work.”
-That night you sat in his room as he cleaned up his hair and face, your nose in a book, however you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him turn back into his old self, his reflection in the mirror more confident looking.
-You had no idea that he noticed you watching and was happy to see that you were sincerely smiling because of him, it was something he hadn’t seen since you were a small child. In that smile, he suddenly regretted how he raised you, but he knew that words would never repair the damage he had already inflicted, so instead he decided to show you with his actions that after 26 years he was ready to be the father you deserved.
-Three weeks later he was proving that he was a powerful sorcerer, and was matching your skill level in every lesson, he also was succeeding at showing you he was ready to act like a parental figure to you. One day he asked, “Wanna go see if your favorite librarian has any books on astral projection?”
“Uhhh duh.” You replied, before you both hurried to the library, which upon entering your father greeted, “Wong.”
“Stephen, [Y/N], how can I help you today?”
“Got any books on astral projection?” Stephen asked as Wong raised an eyebrow, “Neither of you are ready for that.”
“Try me, Beyoncé.” Your father replied as you just looked at Wong and smiled, his face unphased. After a few seconds you added, “Seriously Wong, how far under a rock do you live?”
-When he didn’t reply Strange responded, “Alright noted, now can we please have the book?”
“No.”
-As soon as you and Strange returned to his room, you started hatching the plan on how to get the books you needed to advance, and within the week you had acquired the knowledge of where all the books were in the collection.
-Even Wong had to admit, it was a well thought out plan.
- When you both figured out the art of astral projection, you used it while you slept to study more.
-One day you walked up to the Ancient One, “I have a question.”
“I am sure your mind is filled with many, yet you are only choosing to reveal one to me?” She smiled as she poured you a cup of tea and extended it toward you.
“Jonathan Pangborn, he was paralyzed beyond repair, no amount of surgery could repair that, right?”
“You and your father are in the medical profession, not me.”
“Is he using the mystic arts to walk?”
“How do you think…”
“Is he using dimensional energy to walk? I mean I am sure if he were to channel enough of it into his own body it would be possible, right?”
“Tell no one.” She replied, which was enough to answer your question, “Of course not Ancient One.”
-After a while of studying the Ancient One called both of you into the room where you first met, her eyes boring into you both as she addressed you, “You both once stood in this room and begged me to allow you to learn the Mystic Arts, however now I am told that you both question every lesson, preferring instead to either teach yourselves, or each other.”
“It was also in this room you told me to open my eye.” Strange replied as you added, “You also told us in this room to open our minds, which you should know that once a Strange does that, they will stop at nothing until they have learned all they can, it is what makes us good neurosurgeons, and psychologists.”
-When she didn’t respond your father added, “So now that our minds, and our eyes are opened we are being told to blindly accept rules that make no sense.”
“You mean like the rule against conjuring a gateway into the library, which Wong tells me you have both been doing for about a month?”
“Wong snitched on us?” Your father replied, as she smiled, “Only because I noticed a significant advance in your sorcery skills, and that you both have been demonstrating skills I know have not been taught to you during your lessons. Now you both will need a safe space to practice, because as entertaining as it may be, you both can not keep practicing your craft in each other’s rooms.”
-That was when she created the fracture in reality, and allowed you all to step through it into the Mirror Dimension, “Welcome to the Mirror Dimension, it is ever present but undetected. The real world isn’t affected by what happens here, we use the Mirror Dimension to train, surveil, and on occasion contain threats. I would pity the poor fool who got stuck in here without their sling ring.”
“Define threats exactly.” You stated, before she brought her hands down and caused the floor to transform under you, the whole room changing around you as your father let out a gasp, the Ancient One answering, “Learning of an infinite Multiverse includes learning of the infinite dangers, and if I were to tell you both everything you have yet to learn you would run from here in terror.
-You found yourself in the Mirror Dimension constantly, each day practicing your craft, meanwhile you were expected to also practice in the courtyard with your father and Baron. While you would do this the three of you formed a friendship, and he had revealed to you several secrets which you and your father wanted answered, such as the origin of the Ancient One.
-You never needed a relic, which the Ancient One found fascinating, when training with Baron, you found that you were able to conjure weapons, and spells without the strain that Baron once informed you of. She wondered if it had some connection to the reasoning behind your magic being a different color., or with how quickly you were excelling over the other students.
-The night your father decided to tamper with the Eye of Agamotto, you were sitting alone in your room, fully aware that your father was in the library. You had told him you would join him later, and stayed put, and once you were sure he was not going to come back due to the rain, you opened the Mirror Dimension, and formed a portal within there, going to the one place you called home.
-He was sitting on the couch, dressed in his gray sweatpants, and his navy blue air force hoodie, his feet bare as he sat there staring at the familiar looking photo album sitting on the coffee table, a little red heart drawn in the card in the front. Taking a sip of his beer, he leaned forward and picked it up, his finger tracing the front of the cover as he whispered, “Happy anniversary babe.”, before opening to the first page. The first quarter of the photo album was filled with pictures you and Sam had taken before you started dating, your handwriting littered the photo pages as you wrote small little details, or cute nothings next to the pictures. As he flipped through, you sat on the couch in the Mirror Dimension, and looked over his shoulder, chuckling at all the same pictures. The rest of the book was littered with photos of your relationship, but there was one he stopped on, it was the first page of that section of the book.
-In the middle of the page was a photo taken in a mirror, you were dressed in a long, royal blue gown, with silver heels, your hair was up, while he stood behind you, dressed in his suit. Your smile was a mile wide as you laughed at the face Sam was making behind you. Around the photo was your handwriting, which looked so small and delicate on the page.
This was the night that started it all, do you remember. You bought me tickets to see Dr. Stephen Strange speak in DC, honestly I don’t even remember the topic. All I remember is thinking is how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life. When it was all over, we went home and I was finally able to take off those painful heels, we decided to eat ice cream. We pulled our pints out of the freezer, and you helped me get on the counter, before handing me a spoon, and opening my pint. You were so busy eating yours though that you didn’t even notice how I was looking at you, scared to death to tell you everything I had wanted to for so long, and then it just slipped. I mean you had told me you wanted it to be random, no planned out moment, no script, just what I was feeling in my heart, and one thing led to another, and I ended up telling you I loved you, on your kitchen counter, dressed like a Princess, while shoving tablespoons of ice cream into my mouth. At first you didn’t even register that this was me telling you I wanted to be with you forever, you just thought it was like every other time I said I loved you, and pretended like I didn’t want to kiss you immediately afterwards. By far Samuel Thomas, this will forever be my favorite day, the day I got to say I was dating my best friend, who was also the best thing to ever happen to me.
-His tears hit the picture, as he took another sip of his beer, you could see the wheels turning in his head, and wanted nothing more than to actually be there to comfort him, his whisper almost lost in the space, “Why did you ever let me take you that night?”
-Soon he started looking at the other pages, the tears increasing as he reflected on all the happy moments, like your graduation party photos, the pictures of you two in England, countless Florida photos, all the vacations disposable pictures, the random selfies. His hand lingered over the letters Charlie had written you, which you had put in two envelopes that you glued onto the page, wanting nothing more than to talk to his old friend. He would have told Sam he was a dumbass, because the only thing that was different was just your name, Sam could understand why you did it, especially after he learned more about your upbringing, and how toxic it really was. He regretted being so reactionary when it came to light, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but he figured you wouldn’t want to see him, completely unaware that you were sitting right there with him, in a different dimension.
-Before turning the page, he slipped the book back down to the table and got up slowly, before walking into his room, you were right behind him. His feet took him to the nightstand that would have been on your side of the bed, and opened the drawer, withdrawing a familiar ring box. Flipping the lid he saw the glimmer of his mother’s ring, which only belonged on your finger, his mind filled with regret of what he told you before walking off of that roof.
-At some point Sam decided to turn off the light and put the ring on what used to be your pillow, before laying down and falling to sleep, your body standing against the wall before you pushed off it, and left the room, to find Steve flipping through the back of the book, which was home to the portion of your lives where you were a part of the Avenger’s family. Steve smiled at the countless pictures of you and Sam with all of them, remembering the pleasantries of when you were under the same roof as your chosen family. One in particular caught Steve’s eye. You were sitting on the training floor, talking to Nat as you stretched, unaware that Sam was standing behind you with Clint, his focus however was turned away from the older gentleman, and looking at you, complete bliss written across his face. He looked at it for a while, missing that part of Sam, since ever since he broke up with you on that roof he had never been the same.
- When you returned to your dimension, you were still alone in the room, the rain had stopped finally, and the dark night sky was starless. Opening the window you felt the cool night air against your skin, and looked out over the courtyard, wondering if your father had finally returned from the library, since you were no longer allowed to open gateways into the library anymore. However no one said anything about using a gateway to get to the library.
-When Wong saw you without your father he raised an eyebrow, “My favorite Strange is alone?”
“Yeah, I was busy earlier when the least favorite wanted to come, I figured I would check and see if his annoying ass was still here.”
“Of course he is, sometimes I swear he will never leave.” Wong joked as you went to open the doors to the section dedicated to masters, however before you could Mordo ran in, and barked, “Stand aside.”
-When he swung the doors open, he immediately created a mirror dimension before your father, who was standing over a book, his hands glowing green. Mordo screamed for him to stop, and as you all ran to his side you noticed that he was wearing the Eye of Agamotto, which was shining green around his neck. Looking down towards the book you noticed the once ripped out pages had returned, revealing how to reach the dark dimension. Your eyes meeting your father’s as Wong spoke, “What did the book say on the dangers of performing that ritual?”
“I don’t know I haven’t gotten to that part.” He admitted, as he looked nervously at the book, your own eyes scanning over the pages he had restored as Mordo added, “Temporal manipulation can create branches in time, unstable dimensional openings, spatial paradoxes, time loops! Do you want to get stuck reliving the same moment over and over forever, or never having existed at all?”
“They really should put the warnings before the spells, wouldn’t you agree father?” You added as Wong and Mordo stared at you
“Not helping.” Your father whispered before Wong took the book and stated, “Your curiosity could have gotten you killed. You weren’t manipulating the space time continuum, you were breaking it. You do not tamper with the natural law. We defend it.”
“Well looks like now every time you come to the library I have to accompany you as a babysitter.” You groaned as Mordo rounded the table, “How did you do that?”
“Hmmmm.” Strange focused on him, pulled from the idea of a rebuttal to your own comment.
“Where did you learn the litany of spells required to even understand…”
“Photographic memory, both of us seem to have it.” Strange rebuttaled, “It was how I got my MD and PHD at the same time.”
“And how I still remember what I learned in my introduction courses I took back in middle school.” You added as Strange continued, “Plus it isn’t that hard to master, all you need is…”
“What you just did, takes more than a good memory. You were born for the mystic arts. We always thought it was just [Y/N] born for it but…”
He was cut off by your father’s scoff, “Let me guess, you didn’t think someone born for the mystic arts would still have trembling hands?”
“For now, they may still shake.” Wong added, “But not forever.”
“We aren’t prophets, Strange.”
“When are you two gonna start telling me what we are?” Your father snapped, as you looked at Wong, who quickly glanced at Mordo and mumbled, “It is time you both learned.”
-When they took you into the separate section, and you all were standing around you scoffed, “You brought us here to look at metal symbols in doors?”
“It is more than it appears my dear, for you see, while your little friends in the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers,”
-You couldn’t help but notice Strange muttering under his breath, “More like destroy it.” You chose however not to address it, and acted like you had been focusing on Wong still, “We safeguard it from my mystical threats. The Ancient One is the latest in a long line of Sorcerer Supremes, going back thousands of years to the father of the Mystic Arts, the mighty Agamotto, creator of the necklace you so carelessly burrowed.”
“This is why I am his favorite.” You whispered, your father’s disapproving eyes meeting yours for a second as Wong continued, trying so hard not to chuckle at your comment, “Agamotto built three sanctums in places of power, where great cities now stand. That door leads to the Sanctum in Hong Kong, that door to the New York Sanctum, that one to London Sanctum. Together the Sanctums generate a protective shield around our world.”
“The sanctums protect the world and we sorcerers protect the sanctums.”
“So what kind of mystical threats do we exactly protect the world from?” You raised an eyebrow as Wong took a deep breath, his serious look illuminated by the glowing orange light around the floating globe, “Other dimensional beings that threaten our universe.”
“Like Dormammu.” Your father stated, as Mordo asked, “Where did you learn that name?”
“I just read it in The Book of Cagliostro. Why?” He answered, however you both couldn’t fail to notice the look that Wong and Mordo exchanged before Wong moved his hands over the top of the metal center piece, the world above you changing into a vibrant galaxy, filled with shades of purple, pink and blue.
“Dormammu dwells in the dark dimension, beyond time. He is the cosmic conqueror, the destroyer of worlds, a being of infinite power, and an endless hunger, who is on a quest to invade every universe, and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. However there is nowhere he hungers for more than Earth.”
“The pages the Kaecillus stole.” Strange responded, “They were a ritual to contact him, weren’t they?”
“Yes.” Wong replied, “Along with how to draw power from the Dark Dimension.”
-When your father chuckled you looked at him strangely, as he spoke though, you were not surprised by his reaction, “Uh… okay, well ummm I am out. My daughter brought us here to heal the severe nerve damage in my hands, not for us to be drafted into some mystical war.”
-Before anyone could respond to your father’s comment you heard loud bells, causing you all to look up again towards the vivid galaxy as Wong announced, “London.”
Turning towards the door previously identified as the London door, you watched it open, men racing towards the opening before hitting the entryway. The man’s body though stiffened in pain, and collapsed onto the stone floor, motionless. Looking from the deceased you saw a man with black makeup dripping down his eyes, his body decorated in an orange-gold robe, with dark leather sleeves, his hair slicked back, his arms rising at his side as though he was nailed to a cross. Your attention still on the man as Wong screamed out “Kaecillus!”, followed by Mordo, “No!”
-Neither yell seemed to phase him though, the next thing you remembered was seeing a blinding orange honeycomb, expanding towards the four of you, the force of the blast was so powerful it knocked you and Strange back towards the doors marked with the seal of New York, the door opening behind you as you both landed on the Sanctum floor, however the way back to Kamar-Taj now blocked by fallen rubble. As you went to stand you looked towards Strange, his voice calling out for Wong and Mordo as you replied, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto.”
-Turning into the room you were met with a grand staircase, all the walls bore an accent of dark wood, while the floor was a multicolored tile, the walls were barely decorated. As you wandered into the room your attention was drawn up the stairs, which branched out at the top to either side of the room, while your father spun around, and stumbled towards the door. You turned at the sound of the door swinging open and watched the sunlight of midday pour into the entryway, as your father stepped out. However in a mere moment he was back inside, shutting the door behind him as he looked towards you, “We’re in New York.”
“I figured, since I assume this is the New York Sanctum, since we were blasted through the New York Sanctum door.”
“Now is not the time for your sass.” Your father scolded as you scoffed, “Please, we both know I inherited that from you.”
-Your father ignored your valid statement and walked by you, his voice echoing throughout the hall as he cried Hello. You separated from him and quickly followed suit, discovering early on however that other than your father, you were completely alone.
-You reunited with your father in the Museum, his eyes transfixed on the grand, circular window, “No one seems to be…”
-You were cut off by the sound of a gateway opening, both you and your father glanced down the staircase, hoping for a friendly face. However upon sneaking out to the banister you found it was a mirror dimension being opened by none other than Kaecillus, and two of his followers. A man stood at the base, whom Kaecillus addressed, “Daniel, I see they made you master of this Sanctum.”
“You know what that means?”
“That you’ll die protecting it.”
-As the fight broke out between the two followers and Daniel, you and your father quickly looked at each other, both of you knowing that the other was thinking of the same stupid idea, and with a smile you backed up and whispered, “If only Tony could see me right now.” Before jumping over the banister and screaming, “Stop!”
-Your sudden presence took Kaecillus’s attention away for a moment, and only then could you take in the handsome features of his face, and observe the fact that it was not makeup smeared under his eyes, but rather burn marks, which still glistened with embers. However it only lasted a moment, cause as you stared he wasted no time killing Daniel, his feet slowly going towards you as he reached the bottom step, “How long have you two been at Kamar- Taj, Mr…”
“Doctor.”
“Mr. Doctor, and Miss?”
“It’s Strange.” Your father continued
“Well Mr. Doctor and Miss Strange…”
“No both the names are Strange, I am Doctor Strange and she is…”
“Is this really the best time to be doing this, Father?” You questioned as Kaecillus noticed Daniel slowly raising, attempting to catch him off guard, however all he caught was the blade of Kaecillus’s energy, his blood dripping from the wound as he fell, triggering both you and your father to manifest weapons as Kaecillus rapidly approached, kicking your father from the side, as you blasted an energy ball at him.
“Ah so you are the special one, the one with the blue magic?”
“Oh so I am famous now among the sorcerers, never thought all of Hogwarts would be buzzing about little old me.” You replied as you blocked his attempt to strike you, while your father took on both followers. Turning quickly though you sent one of your balls exploding into the side of the female, blasting her over the banister as you turned your attention back to Kaecillus.
“I have only heard whispers before, some say you are the next in line for…”
“Listen dude.” You interrupted, before sending another ball, which he avoided, “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying.”
“Pity.” He sighed, “You are far too beautiful to die, but have it your way.”
-You quickly reflected all his attacks, and attempted to deflect them towards the followers, however at some point you caught the blue eyes of your father, and in a split second made the decision to run, the three close behind as you made your way through the hall, which seemed to slowly start extending, turning you noticed Kaecillus’s palms extended in front of him, causing you to quickly glance towards your father, “Fuck.” You hissed as you stopped running and turned towards the approaching man, producing two shining blue shields from your hands, before noticing your father’s second one fading away.
-This did not stop the followers from advancing towards you on the wall, and as they went to attack you used the shields to defend. Both of you taking on one follower each. The male you were fighting was not a difficult opponent, the female however was having no problem fighting against your father, even after the blast.
-However once Kaecillus started manipulating the orientation of the hallway, you couldn’t help but feel as though this battle wasn’t going to end well. As you fell down the hallway and towards the enemies, you couldn’t help but hit Kaecillus. As your father trapped the other two, you and Kaecillus fought, your blue magic hitting his golden orange every time, until you heard your father grunt, and looking to make sure he was alright Kaecillus got the upper hand and tossed you against the wall like a rag doll, before starting towards your father. His feet carrying Kaecillus away from you as he ran towards the grand circular window. After several moments you were able to push yourself up from the ground and followed the path he took Kaecillus down. As you entered the room however you noticed Kaecillus standing before what was once the case holding the floating cloak, your father sitting on the stand of it, as the fabric was wrapped around Kaecillus’s hand, almost as though it was protecting Stange.
-When Kaecillus raised his hand to strike you quickly produced a blue lasso and caught his hand, his eyes flashing back towards you, before looking to your father, “She just doesn’t know when to stop does she?”
“It’s genetic I’m afraid.” He replied as Kaecillus, flexed his arm, and broke the restraint, going once again to hit your father. However the crimson fabric once again bound itself around his hand, causing Kaecillus to begin to wave it about, trying to loosen its grip, as his free hand tightly clung to the fabric of your father’s rode. He quickly saw though that his attempt was useless, and lifted his knee to your father’s chest, a groan leaving his lips as you quickly manifested another lasso and bound it around his midriff before yanking him back, away from your father. Kaecillus slid along the tile floor and into a display base as you rushed to your father’s aid. The Cloak slowly leaning over him as you looked over the aged, battered man. Quickly rising however Strange attempted to fight the now standing Kaecillus, looking to you as though he needed no help. He started to advance, and as he did Kaecillus jumped into the air and projected both of his feet into Strange’s chest, the force of the kick knocking him back. As he stumbled backwards you sent a ball of blue energy hurling towards him, which he dodged with a smile, as you saw from the corner of your eye Strange tumble backwards and over the banister. The crimson fabric quickly following him as you rushed to open a gateway back to the upper floor before he hit the ground. However what you saw caused you to stop in your tracks, for the Cloak had fastened itself to his neck line, and was lifting him back towards you, causing your father to levitate. His hands were already moving with precision as he created a force with his own hands, ready to take on Kaecillus as soon as he could see him over the banister. His own, thick, orange lasso wrapping itself around Kaecillus’s blade, as you manifested another one, and repeated your father’s actions, both of you pulling on it in an attempt to disarm him. However he was too strong for you and with an effortless twitch of his wrist both of you went hurling towards him, the force of your bodies causing Kaecillus to tumble over as you all fell to the floor. As you all scrambled to your feet Kaecillus swung his blade, in hopes to hit one of you. You were lucky enough to dodge it, however if it wasn't for the Cloak pulling Strange back towards the wall he would not have been as lucky. As he was forced back toward the wall however Kaecillus looked towards you with a grin, and swung at you again, this time his attack deflected by a shield that you manifested, the blade meeting the blue surface created tiny blue sparks to shoot out into the air, momentarily distracting Kaecillus, and provided you with the perfect moment you punch him in the lower gut, a groan leaving his mouth as he doubled over, providing you a moment to follow your father towards the wall with the axes, as you ran you couldn’t help but grin at the way he was trying to resist against the Cloak’s directions. You wasted no time passing him though, but as you did, the cloak wrapped around your arm, and swung you back, all while still pulling against your father. Finally however you looked to Kaecillus, who had risen again and was advancing towards you both, looking to your father you noticed he was now looking at the crimson fabric, and then to the wall behind you. He quickly passed you and Kaecillus, and collected the tapestry on the wall, which was not what you thought it was, and watched him hurl it towards Kaecillus. You watched as each little link closed around him, and bound him to his place, his mouth shut by a long strip, and looked to your father, “Nice one Cape.”
- Even though his mouth was bound, Kaecillus was still muttering something. Your father looked to you and raised an eyebrow, as you silently begged him not to mess with the contraption he had just imprisoned Kaecillus with. He looked to him and asked, “What?” and advanced towards him. Upon reaching his body he removed the piece from his mouth and watched for several brief moments as he muttered under his breath, which caused Strange to reply, “Oh stop it.”
-When Kaecillus continued your father snapped, “I said stop it.”
“You know if you had just left that thing on him, we wouldn’t have to listen to his senseless muttering.” You sassed to Strange, his crystal blue eyes meeting yours as he whispered, “Don’t you start to.”
“They are not senseless mutterings.” Kaecillus stated, both you and Strange turning your heads to look at him, as he continued, “Neither of you can stop this Mister Doctor, and Miss Strange.”
“I don’t even know what this is.” You father rebuttaled as Kaecillus smirked, “Why, this is the end.”
“Would you mind being a bit more specific?” You questioned as he looked towards you, his eyes burning into your flesh as he replied, “It’s the End, and it’s the Beginning. The many becoming the few, becoming the one.”
“Well that was specific, but it makes zero sense. So if you are just going to mutter some more gibberish, I am just gonna have to put this back on, and wait for a translator.” Strange threatened, unaware of the look you wore beside him. Kaecillus did not miss it however, as his smile widened, “You understand, don’t you? It is a pity Mister Doctor…”
“Look, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange, not Mister Doctor.” Your father interrupted, however before he could continue Kaecillus cut him off, “So you are a doctor, and man of science. Tell me then Doctor Strange, do you understand the laws of nature?”
“All matter must be born, age, and die, those completing the circle of life.” you replied as he tried to nod, “Very good my dear.”
“What does this have to do with…” Strange started to ask, however he was cut off quickly by the response, “The same is true for our universe, the sun will burn out, the earth will grow dark and cold, and life as we know it will perish. But not in the Dark Dimension, it is a place beyond time.”
“That’s it I am putting this back on, and waiting for someone to…”
“It will help us escape death.” you replied, stopping Strange in his tracks as you looked towards Kaecillus, “In the Dark Dimension we will no longer be beating to the drum of natural order, but rather to whatever fuels the Dark Dimension, while there there will truly be no more death, or grief, or fear that tomorrow will never come.”
“That’s it, I am putting this thing back on.” Your father’s words came quickly after yours, but his movement towards Kaecillus was stop short by his declaration
“Precisely, this world will take its rightful place alongside so many others as part of the One, the great, and beautiful One. We can all live forever, just as your daughter said.”
“Really? What do you have to gain from this New Age dimensional utopia?”
“The same as any of us, a life without death, eternal life. Humans, we always are thinking in terms of righteous, and evil, when really the real enemy isn’t the evils of this world, but rather time itself. It is the true enemy of us all, time is the killer of everything.”
“And what of the people you killed, I mean one of your victims is currently ruining the tile, it will cost a fortune to clean the guts up.” You asked, as his eyes glided from your father, to you.
“They are tiny compared to the bigger picture, they were just momentary specks of dust within an indifferent universe, which will turn without them.” His voice dropped before he continued, his charred eyes once again fixed on your father, a smile on his face as he continued, “Yes, you now see and understand what we are doing, this world is not what it ought to be. Humanity longs for the gift of eternal life, for a world beyond time, which has enslaved us to its mercy. Time is an insult. Death is an insult. Doctor, Miss Strange, we don’t seek to rule this world, we only wish to save it, and we can only do that by handing it over to Dormammu, who is the intent of all evolution, he is the reason for all existence.”
“Yet the Sorcerer Supreme defends existence.” You stated
“Tell me Stranges, what is it that brought you to Kamar-Taj? Did you both come for a bit of enlightenment, or power? Your daughter might have stayed for that, but you Doctor, you came for the same reason as us all, to be healed. Kamar-Taj is a place that collects the broken, we all come with the promise that we will be healed, yet instead we are taught parlor tricks by the Ancient One. She is hoarding the real magic for herself, I mean how else does she stay so youthful?”
“We saw the rituals in the Book of Cagliostro.”
“So you both already know. With the ritual I can overthrow the Ancient One, and tear all of her sanctums down, and allow the Dark one to enter our realm, because what the Ancient One hoards, Dormammu gives freely. He is not the destroyer of worlds Stranges, but the savior of it, the giver of eternal life.”
“Oh come on, this isn’t the opening number to the Book of Mormons” You joked as your father scoffed, “Oh come on, look at your face. Dormammu made you a murderer, just how good could his kingdom be?”
-This caused Kaecillius to chuckle as you both looked at him in confusion, “You seriously think that’s funny?” Strange inquired of the grinning prisoner, who tilted his head for a second and stated, “No, not that. What is funny Doctor, is that you’ve lost your sling ring.”
-What happened next was so fast, you both looked down at Strange's rodes, his body turning towards the stairs, at the exact moment a force energy spear pierced his chest. As you went to catch him, one of Kaecillius’s goons appeared out of a gateway, and gripped his shoulder. Using aggressive force he pushed your father down the stairs, causing both of you to tumble down the 20 steps and onto the hallway landing. His goon smiling as you tried to help Strange up, and towards the door, his footsteps not far behind the small trail of blood that Strange was leaving. As he advanced towards you both he was creating another sharp force weapon, and raised it to strike. However before he could the Cloak had unlatched itself from Strange, and entangled the man’s head, causing his weapon to vanish, and for him to struggle. In the struggle though you heard the metal hit the flooring, and watched as a sling ring slid across. Your body lunged forward to grab it before you opened a blue gateway right into Christine’s office.
-The force of Strange’s body hitting the floor caused her to let out a small yelp, her eyes wide as she looked at your father’s body on the ground, before meeting your eyes as you stepped through and closed the gateway on the goon. Turning quickly you looked at Christine, “Operating theater, just us, now.”
-You and her helped to carry Strange into the theater and onto the operating table, his breaths staggering as you hurried with him. Once he was laying down, you took his hand and whispered, “Listen you stubborn asshole, you aren’t allowed to die on me, do you understand.”
“What scared I didn’t change the will back yet?” He joked as you looked at him, “No, because I just got you.”
-As soon as the words left your lips Strange shut his eyes, the grip on your hand loosening as he did.
“What happened to you…”
“Stabbed, he probably has Cardiac Tamponade.”
Opening his robes to tap on his chest she raised an eyebrow, “What on earth are you both…”
“I’ll explain later Christine. How are the chest cavities?”
“Clear.”
“Great, that means the blood is in the pericardial sac.” You groaned, as she started collecting the supplies needed to drain it, along with the wire to connect to his chest to monitor his heart rate. As she did all of this you looked at his face, and whispered, “I sure as hell hope you aren’t actual passed out and just astral projecting while passed out, cause I don’t know what to do.”
-You didn’t hear Strange respond, “Yes you do, you’re a Strange, it’s in your blood.”
-When Christine was holding the needle you looked at her, “higher actually.”
“What?” She quickly whispered as you pointed to the spot an inch or two above her target point, “You should be aiming the needle right here.”
“And who is the Doctor?” She sassed
“And who is the daughter of the smartest neurosurgeon in this hospital, now aim…”
“She’s right you know, you should be a bit higher.” Strange’s voice filled the theater as his head and torso emerged out of thin air, a smile pulled on your lips as Christine stumbled back with a scream, and crashed into the prepared equipment.
“Please be careful with the needle.” He stated as you looked at a pale Christine, her hand over her chest as she stared back at you both, “What am I…”
“My astral body. Now I am not dead but I am dying, so I need you to do me a favor okay? I need you to listen to [Y/N]. She will…” and then he was gone, you had no idea that the man who stabbed your father was using Astral projection to fight him, but as soon as he disappeared you whispered, “Hope you don’t mind.”
-A tiny blue spark emerged from your finger, which when you put it to his chest light up underneath his skin, allowing Christine to see, her eyes wide as she stuck the needle in, “I’ve never seen anything like this, do you know what he was stabbed with?”
“No.” You answered as she stood there draining the blood, around you things were clattering, and when you looked at Christine you whispered, “Just…. keep him alive.”
-When he flatlined you immediately looked at her, as she raced for the crash cart, releasing his hand she charged the paddles and applied them to his chest. After the first shock you watched the cart glide backwards, as though something hit it, the soft beeping of the monitor filling the silence as Christine released her breath.
“Do it again.” You instructed, her eyes looking at you in bewilderment, “His heart is…”
“Christine, I need you to listen to me right now. You need to up the voltage, and hit him again.” You demanded, as she groaned, “Just like your father.”
“Well let’s hope he is where he should be.” You replied, as Strange’s astral body hurried towards his attacker, the same plan had crossed his mind seconds after it did yours.
-When the lights started to pop around you, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you both had the same plan, however once they were done you were left standing in the room, staring at your father’s face, “Come on, wake up now.”
-When his eyes snapped open you jumped a bit, along with Christine, his gasps for air filling the space as you smiled. After several milliseconds however he looked towards Christine, “Christine… never question my daughter again.”
-While she stitched him up you both gave her the brief overview of your time in Kamar-Taj, along with listening to your father apologizing for his previous behavior. The whole time his hand sat firmly in yours.
-When she asked if you had joined a cult you responded, “Not exactly, see we enrolled in wizard school, and now we are training to be like Gandalf the Grey.”
- “Where are you going?” She stated when Strange started to rise, his eyes looking to her as he responded, “We are late for a cult meeting. Darling, do you think…”
“Certainly.” You replied, before forming a gateway.
“Can I at least know the truth?” Christine asked as Strange smiled, “Now if I told you that, I would just worry you more than I already have.”
-When you both stepped through the new gateway you hurried down the hall and closed the old one, “Well I guess that explains how he got to Metro-General so fast.” You replied, before peering over his body, his eyes already dulled over as Strange approached behind you, the cloak quickly refastened itself to his robes as he replied, “Thank goodness we only have to worry about him, since the other one is locked up.”
-When you saw the discarded bindings at the top of the stairs you stopped dead in your tracks, Strange beside you as you whispered, “Son of a bitch.”
“Stranges.” Mordo called out, causing both you and Strange to jump before turning to see his face, “You are both okay.”
“A relative term, but yeah, we are okay.” Your father replied as you both stepped into the room and started to round the stairs, Mordo’s finger pointed towards your father, “The cloak of levitation, it came to you?”
“Appears so.” Strange replied
“No minor feat, it is a fickle thing.” The Ancient one appeared, her body stopping slightly behind Mordo’s as you replied, “I can see that.”
“He escaped?”
“Kaecilius?”
“Yeah. Turns out he doesn’t need the mirror dimension anymore to fold space and time at will.” You replied as Mordo tilted his head, the Ancient One asked, “How many more are there?”
As your father replied, he moved across the room in between the two, your feet not far behind as he made his way to the front of a empty display case, “Two, one is stranded in the desert, the other dead in your hallway.”
“Master Drumm is in the foyer.” You added
“His body has already been taken back to Kamar-Taj.” Mordo replied as the Ancient One added, “The London sanctum has fallen. Only New York and Hong Kong remain now to shield us from the Dark Dimension. You both defended the New York Sanctum from attack. With its master gone, it will need another, Master Strange.”
“No.” Your father replied, “It is Doctor Strange, not Master Strange, Not Mister Strange, Not Mister Doctor. It is Doctor Strange, and when I became a doctor, I swore an oath to do no harm, and I just broke that oath. I refuse to do that again. I became a doctor to save lives, not take them.”
“You became a doctor to save one life above all others, same reason your daughter became a psychologist, and ran away from home. To save yourselves.”
“Still trying to see through us I see.” You answered with a smile.
“I see what I have always seen, a man with an over inflated ego, and a girl, heartbroken and willing to do whatever it takes to be on her father’s good side, now that her lover will not have her. You, Doctor Strange, desperately want to go back to the delusion that you can control anything, even the uncontrollable death, while you, Miss Strange, want nothing more than to go back to a time before your true identity was uncovered, a secret that was bound to come out some day.”
“If Death is uncontrollable, how does Dormammu control it?” You asked, “I mean Kaecillius is pretty certain that Dormammu will bring eternal life to the planet Earth.”
“Our fear of death is what gives Dormammu life, he feeds off it.”
“You mean like you feed off him, you talk to me about controlling death, yet we both know how you do it, Ancient One. We’ve seen the missing rituals from the Book of Cagliostro.”
“You and your daughter may want to measure your next words very carefully, Doctor.”
“Oh why, because they might hurt your feelings?” You sassed, as her eyes shifted to you, her face stern as you stared her down, her words slipping out like venom, “No, because you might not have any idea what it is you are talking about.”
“What are they talking about?” Mordo asked as he glanced between the three of you, his eyes meeting no ones, however it was your father’s voice that broke the silence, “I’m talking about her long life, the very source of her immortality.”
“I don’t…” Mordo started, however you cut him off, “She is drawing power from the Dark Dimension to stay alive.”
Mordo scoffed, “You’re lying.”
“Both my daughter and I have seen the rituals, worked them out, we know exactly how you are doing it.”
-Her face showed all the cards, she knew that her secret was now out, her eyes still however were focused on you, “Once they regroup the Zealots shall return, you’ll need reinforcements.”
“Then I will call Iron Man, I have him on speed dial.” You remarked, before she turned to storm away, leaving a very confused Mordo with you and your father, your eyes drifting towards him as you added, “She is not who you think she is.”
“Neither of you have the right to say that. You have no idea the responsibility that rests on her shoulders.” He replied as Strange turned towards you, both of you wanting nothing more than to walk away from this whole mess.
“No, nor do we wish to know.” Strange replied
“You are cowards.”
“Why because I am not a killer?” Strange replied
“These Zealots will snuff out all of humanity, yet you can’t muster the strength to…”
“What do you think we just did!” You shouted, both the men stopped and stared as you looked at them. It was Mordo however who replied after the brief pause, “You both saved your own lives! And then you whined about it as though you were wounded dogs.”
“Oh and you would have handled this so much differently right?” You snapped back
“You two have no idea what I have done in my life.” Mordo snapped, “The answer however is yes, without hesitation.”
“What if there was another way?” Strange asked as Mordo slowly got closer to him, your hands glowing blue already behind your back as he got inches away from your father, the attitude clear in his voice, “There is no other way.”
“There is, you just lack the imagination to see it.”
“No Stephen, it is you who lacks a spine.”
-Before anyone could reply, you heard the distant rumbles within the Sanctuary, signaling that they had returned. The rumbles caused the three of you to all quit your bickering, and race towards the staircase, where you looked out into the entryway to see the Zealots.
“We have to end this.” Mordo instructed, as you looked at the growing ball of energy in the middle of the room, “Now!”
-The three of you all jumped over the banister, and started towards the opposing group, as Mordo and you hit the group, your father levitated above you all. Mordo landed the first punch as he called for you and your father to join the fight. However as he did you watched the fractures of reality fill the space, and as Kaecillius readied to attack, you watched as the realization set in.
“Welcome to the Mirror Dimension Asshole, you can’t affect the real world from in here.” Strange replied, with a smile on his face.
“Who's laughing now asshole.” You added as Kaecillius grinned, and slyly replied, “I am.”
-As he started to warp the stairs under Strange you landed a blow to the faces of one of the followers restraining Mordo, and fled the Sanctuary with him and your father, the streets of New York were bustling with cars and people as Strange looked towards the altering building, “I’ve got his Sling ring, meaning they can’t escape right?”
-Mordo didn’t answer the question, he just told you to run, causing all of you to take off down the street, which soon started to turn. As you and your father watched, Mordo spoke, “They are connected to the Dark Dimension, which makes them more powerful in the Mirror Dimension. They might not be able to affect the real world, but they can still kill us.”
“Well it would have been nice if the book mentioned that.” You replied, as Mordo added, “This wasn’t clever, this was suicide!”
-As you fled the group your father tried opening a gateway, however it seemed that as soon as he did the sidewalk began to turn, causing you all to slide away from the gateway and onto the side of a bus, a man reading the Doors of Perception sitting behind it, unphased by the impact of your bodies on the window as he chuckled into his book. Looking behind you, you quickly began to flee again, this time choosing to use the side of a building as an escape route, which once again quickly became fractured by Kaecillius, you all falling as the skyscraper started bending into two halves, and twisted down into arches along with all the surrounding buildings, until the land was reflective, you all falling into the city below from the city above. Landing onto the side of a skyscraper you three raced towards the edge, where you looked out over the turned city, “This was a mistake.” Your father muttered as you and Mordo looked to him, seconds before you all felt the building turn, causing you to fall with a yelp as you slid off the building and were hurtling towards the ground below. You all landed onto a fire escape as you tried to break your fall. It morphed under you and your father as you slipped through a hole, which quickly closed itself when Mordo tried to follow, looking to the sides you noticed it trying to create a cell around you two, causing you and your father to run out onto the runway. Kaecillius’s followers running on either side of you as you leapt off the edge. However as soon as you entered the air, they tackled you causing you to start to fall towards the stairs forming below. She slipped off you however and fell away from you both, as your feet met the stairs. Each twist and turn took you away from his men, but caused you to get lost amongst the maze they were creating. Eventually you and your father slid down a tunnel and hit the pavement as looked up, to see them closing in. Taking off down the street you fled, while your father found a new staircase, however looking up you saw Kaecillius running underneath him, and screamed, “Dad!”
-It was too late though, you watched as he was tackled to the ground, and created the only successful gateway. Landing a few feet away you saw him hovering over Strange, his hand to his throat as you took off towards them, noticing as he took the sling ring from your father that you had previously confiscated. As he slowly stood you noticed your father slowly drifting out away from you, and Kaecillius’s followers surrounded you. His burning eyes meeting yours as you created a field of energy around you and knocked all of the surrounding followers over. Looking at him one on one he smirked, slowly trying to advance towards you before the platform before you lifted you out of the line of his glare, both of you confused, as you noticed the Ancient One, Kaecillius turned to follow your line of sight as he turned to see her standing on a hovering slice of pavement, both her hand glowing orange as she stared at Kaecilius. Tiles lifting under your father, and a recently appeared Mordo, as Kaecillius advanced towards the ground, forming another gateway you fell onto the tile, and landed knee first next to your father, who was slowly starting to rise. As he did though the Ancient One moved her hand, and shifted the three of you away from her, as you all did however you noticed the thin red lines on her forehead, which Mordo noticed as well, his voice sounding betrayed as he whispered, “It is true, she does draw power from the Dark Dimension.”
-You noticed her eyes shift from Mordo to Kaecillius, the look of her blue eyes glassy as she spoke his name, “Kaecillius.”
“I came to you broken, lost, and in need. I trusted you to be my teacher, and all you did was feed me lies, just like you did everyone else.”
“I was only trying to protect you.”
“From the truth?”
“No,” she paused, “from yourself.”
“I have a new teacher now.”
“Dormammu will deceive you. You have no idea what he truly is. His eternal life is not paradise, but torment.”
“Liar.” He hissed, as he and two others advanced towards her, each producing a weapon, as she created her shields to defend, as they striked, orange sparks flew into the air, as she caused each of them to fall to the ground. Kaecillius hit the tiles and caused a ripple to form under them, however she was unphased by the attack, and hitting the tile herself caused the ripple to go back towards him and knocked the three to the ground, causing Kaecillius to slightly roll away, as his followers made another attempt to attack her. None of you noticed him slip the ring onto his own fingers as he advanced towards her, a shield produced with one hand, as he went to attack, causing her to defend, as the blade he produced last second went through her stomach, and through her spine. The three of you stood there in shock before he opened a gateway and kicked her through, causing you three to come to life and run towards the gateway she went through, each of you following through, leaving Kaecillius alone.
-As she fell toward the sidewalk you tried to produce something to break her fall, however you were unsuccessful. Her body shattered a glass ceiling as you landed several feet away, a scream rang out as you did, however none of you knew if it was because of you, or her, all you knew is you needed to get to her. You were the first to stand and start running towards her, your father not far behind as you parted the crowd, and knelt beside her, Strange collecting her dying body as you opened a gateway to the hospital. Mordo standing there in shock and grief as you two raced in and closed the blue ring behind you, Strange taking her straight to a gurney as you two started down the hall, his voice echoed through the space, “Christine!”
-When you saw her, she looked annoyed, however once she saw the gurney her eyes grew with concern and she took off towards you, your father rattling off, “It’s not fibrillation, she has a stunned myocardium.”
“Neurogenic?”
“Yes.” You replied, as two nurses took over your place pushing the gurney, as the five of you hurried into a theater. All of them quickly dressed for surgery as Christine looked to you, “You might want to…”
“She stays.” Strange snapped, “I think she has proven her skills enough today to show that.”
-As you all rushed into the room, you watched as he picked up a tool from the sterile table, his hand trembling as he did, looking towards you, he extended the scalpel towards Nic, “Nic! We have to relieve the pressure on her brain.”
- As the beeping of a flatline filled the room and everyone rushed to find a crash cart, and increase her oxygen you couldn’t help but notice the glitching of the monitors, looking to your left, you noticed that your father had noticed them as well, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing look, “Go.”
-You held his body up while he spoke to the Ancient One, who was teaching him the most valuable lesson of all. You were unaware however that she was talking of you out there, “Mordo needs your flexibility, just as you need his strength, and your daughter’s kindness.”
“My daughter is more than just kind.”
“You’re right, she is also Intelligent, and figured out Jonathan Pangborn’s secret far before you even fathom it.”
-When Strange returned to his body, and you both went to the wash station, he looked to you, “Why didn’t you tell me about Jonathan Pangborn?”
“She asked me not to.” You replied, as he whispered, “We are meant to fight Dormammu.”
“I know.” You whispered, as Christine entered the room, the Cloak hovering behind you both as she looked at you, both in the mirror before shifting her eyes to the sink in front of her, and running her hands under it, as your father and you just held yours in the water, however you noticed Strange move his hand slowly towards Christine’s where it softly slipped into hers.
“Are you okay?” She whispered as you looked to him, his face stiff as he replied, “We have to go away now,” he took her face into his hands as he turned his back to you, your eyebrow raising as he continued, “You said losing my hands didn’t have to be the end, that it could be a new beginning.”
“Yeah.” She whispered, “Because there are other ways to save lives.”
“A harder way.”
“A much, much weirder way.” She answered, as the two shared a chuckle, before the PA system interrupted, “Dr. Palmer to the ER, Dr. Palmer to the ER.”
“Don’t go.” Your father whispered, as Christine leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, before leaving the room with a teary smile, your father exhaling as she left, your hand going to his as you leaned towards him and rested your head on his shoulder, “Maybe it is just better this way.”
“Maybe.” Strange whispered, as you gave his hand a squeeze, “We might need to get Wong though, just for backup.”
-As you spoke the Cloak attached itself to your father, causing Strange to turn and look at his turned frame in the mirror, as he lifted his hands to pop the collar. A smile pulling on your lips as the Cloak started to wipe the tears from his face, “stop…. stop that.” Strange whispered as he looked towards the collar of the Cloak.
- When you opened the gateway to the destroyed Kamar-Taj you saw Mordo standing amongst the rubble, your father the first to speak, “She’s dead.”
“You were right all along, you both were. She wasn’t who I thought she was.”
“She was a woman, women are complicated beings.” You joked, before getting serious, “She was a complicated being.”
“Complicated? Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe this, the Dark Dimension is volatile, dangerous, what is it overtook her? She taught us that it was forbidden yet she drew power from it so that she could steal a couple centuries of life.”
“She was only doing what she thought was right.” Strange defended, as Mordo looked to you both, “The bill comes due, it always does. Don’t you see? Her transgressions led the Zealots to Dormammu, there is no one to blame for Kaecillius but her. Yet here we are, in the consequence of her deception, forced to extinguish the world which is currently on fire.”
“Mordo, the London Sanctum has fallen, New York has been attacked twice, there is only one more place they must go.”
“Hong Kong.” He replied, as Strange continued, “You told me once to fight like my life depended on it, because one day it might, well today is that day, and [Y/N], and I can’t do it alone.
-You opened the gateway to Hong Kong as your father said this to Mordo, and both of you looked to him, before running into the hole. The streets of Hong Kong destroyed as the people run amongst the rumble, embers, and the dead, your eyes scanning the chaos as your father whispered, “The sanctum has already fallen.”
“The Dark Dimension.” Mordo whispered, his eyes casted upon the cosmic cloud that was wrapping around the sanctum, while your eyes met an approaching Kaecillius’s eyes , “Dormammu is coming, we are too late, nothing can stop him.”
“Not necessarily.” Your father answered as he focused, the eye of Agamotto glowing green as he moved his glowing green hands, and began to rewind time, a running Kaecillius and his followers frozen in time before they quickly reversed direction, the rubble of the destruction reassembling before your eyes as time reversed to before the Sanctum fell. The three of you all running forward as your father dictated, “The spell is working, now if we can get to…”
-His words were cut short by Kaecillius attempting to strike you, the sound of your dodge drawing attention to you as your hand met his wrist to block. As time reversed around you, you found yourself now in battle with Kaecillius, each blow either of you made interrupted by the landscape rebuilding around you, Strange looking towards you, thinking of any way to help, as Mordo fought the other followers who were strong enough to break free from the spell. As the world rebuilt it took all of you with it, the only one who still seemed to remain in place was your father, each hit you landed on Kaecillius caused him more and more visible frustration. However it was Mordo’s lasso that finally got him away from you, his body flying into a rebuilding wall, as he screamed no.
“Thanks.” You muttered as Mordo looked towards you, “No problem.”
-The galaxy cloud was still constructing around the building, growing with each moment, however it was something else that caught your attention, “Wong!”
With a flick of your own magic you caused a resurrected Wong to snap out of your father’s spell, as both men behind you watched, “She shouldn’t have been able to…” Mordo started in a hushed voice that only Strange could hear however it was cut short by you saying, “I know, you can lecture us on breaking the laws of nature after we shut this worm hole.”
“Deal.” Wong replied as he took your father’s side and looked to the reconstructing Hong Kong sanctum
“When the Sanctum is restored, they will attack again.” Your father stated
“Meaning we have to defend it.” You replied before the four of you broke into a sprint, however soon you were all falling to the concrete as Kaecillius freed himself and sent out a seismic shock through the ground. When Strange hit the ground, the reversal spell paused, causing everything to stand still as a statue. Mordo, Wong and you all groaning as you started to raise, yet your eyes flickered to your father as he struggled to rise. Your hands already flickering blue, ready to defend, as Kaecillius chuckled, “When will you Strange’s learn? You can’t fight the inevitable. I mean you must admit, it is beautiful, a world beyond time, a world beyond death.”
“Beyond time.” Your father whispered as Mordo screamed your father’s name, however before any of you could react the Cloak was levitating him towards the cosmic wormhole, leaving you all in the street.
“Damn it Strange.” He muttered, as he looked towards you, “What are you the next to surrender to Dormammu’s power, and leave us to die?”
“You really should think before you speak.” You replied, as an orb grew larger in your hand, your eyes glowing slightly for the first time ever as you continued, “Unless you want his ball aimed at you instead of Kaecillius?”
-While Strange bargained with Dormammu for the safety of Earth, and died countless times, you witnessed only a few moments on Earth. Kaecillius hadn’t even advanced toward you three yet. However you soon came face to face with your father, who was a bit more bloody than before, the sound of the Cloak caused Kaecillius and his men to turn as he spoke to your smirking father, “What have you done?”
“I made a bargain.” He shrugged as Kaecillius and the others started to slowly turned to a purplish ash, Kaecillius turned to you, his voice loud, “What is this witchcraft?”
“It’s everything you ever wanted.” Your father answered as his cracking face whipped back towards Strange, as you, and Wong rounded around them, “Eternal life as part of the One, however you are definitely not going to like it.”
-When they were ripped away towards the wormhole, you were left looking up over Mordo, and into the closing cosmic space, “Maybe they should have stolen the whole book, then they would have gotten the memo that the Eternal Life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“That’s the thing they don’t teach in class, all the warnings come after the spells.” Your father replied, as Wong started to laugh, your father and you both turning to your right to look at his smiling face as his boisterous laughter filled the air, as he laughed at your father’s joke
-As time resumed, Wong sighed, “We did it.”
“Yes, we did it.” Mordo’s tone was grave as he looked towards you three, and slowly advanced to you, “Only because we violated the natural law.”
“Mordo, look around you, Dormammu’s threat is over.”
“Typical.” He chuckled, “As always you and your father refuse to see that there are consequences for your actions, that there is no price that you must pay. We just broke our rules, just as she did. The bill comes due, Always! A reckoning.”
“Rules are made to be broken.” You replied as Mordo looked to you, “Well I refuse to follow this pathway any longer.”
-As he walked away into the crowded street, your father looked towards you, “Shall we?”
-You opened a gateway back to Kamar-Tajey, and walked around the stand that once held the Eye of Agamotto, your father sighing as he returned it to its proper place, the cloak hovering off his shoulders as Wong spoke, “Wise choice. You’ll wear the Eye of Agamotto once you have mastered its powers until then, it is probably best not to walk the streets of New York with an infinity stone around your neck.”
“Wait, the Eye of Agamotto is…”
“Holding the time stone. A stone you have no doubt heard of before, seeing how you helped create the being housing the mind stone.” Wong replied as your father stated, “Does someone want to clue me in please?”
“The Infinity Stones harness the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in their destructive capabilities.” You stated, parroting back the words that Thor once told you, as Wong added, “Stranges, you both might have a gift for the mystic arts, but you both still have so much more to learn. Word of the death of the Ancient One will spread like fire through the multiverse, Earth has no Sorcerer Supreme to defend it, we must be ready.”
“We will be.” Strange replied as Wong opened the wall behind you to reveal the New York Sanctuary, “You know Miss Strange, with your abilities you could take over as…”
“Wong, I am flattered that you think that, but I am no Fiona Goode.” You joked as you and your father started towards the wall.
“Who?” He asked, as you just chuckled, “Right, pop culture references go straight over your head.”
-Once you were alone in the space you whispered, “Home sweet home.”
-Seconds later as you looked out the window at the old Stark tower you asked, “So how long do you think it will take the illusion magic to wear off that rock we found in the street?”
“I give it a day or two.” Strange answered, as you withdrew the Eye of Agamotto out of your pocket, and handed it to him.
-As a joke you always celebrated the triumph of your father getting Wong to laugh for the first time. You made it a point to mark it on the calendar.
-One day while you were on the roof of the Sanctuary in the small garden you created, Strange came up and looked towards the Stark tower, which you knew had long since been abandoned for the Upstate headquarters. “Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?” You asked as your hand delicately tipped the watering can over your basil plant.
“Working for billionaire playboy Tony Stark?”
“All the time,” you were honest in that moment, “I mean if you think about it I got to help a man build an empire, I watched as he created things others used to dream about. I worked alongside a man who was a genius, and compassionate, and misunderstood. It never felt like work being with Tony.”
“Do you miss Sa…”
“I’m done talking about this.” You forced a smile, Strange’s mouth closing in understandment as you continued, “Is Wong coming over for dinner?”
-Tony was the only person who knew you had learned the Ancient ways. He was always asking you questions on your experience, and he also loved when you were hiding in the lab. Of course neither of you were making anything, but Tony enjoyed being able to hang out with you one and one again, without anyone knowing you were there. Plus you would always open a gateway for him to the kitchen, that way he didn’t need to waste time with the elevator or stairs.
-The cloak adores you, however he never fully listens to you like it does with Strange.
-The only time his cloak would listen to you fully was when you would ask it to bring something to your father, normally it was an ancient text.
-Wong came over at least once a day, finally after a week of him always coming over you looked at him from the stairs, his gateway had just opened and he stepped through into your walkway area, “If you want to stay the night I have prepared you your own room.”
-He stayed over once and a while, but only if he could get someone to cover the library for him.
-You would always wake up to a hot cup of tea with honey on your nightstand, the steam still rising from it as you watched it drift up in the morning sunlight that was breaking through your window.
-One morning you woke up to the whole house boiling, cause the AC had went out during the night. When you went downstairs you noticed your father walking around on the phone, dressed in a wife beater and dark wash jeans, his normally slicked back hair dampened with sweat as he spoke into the phone, “I am aware a lot of people suffer with this problem, but I don’t understand why it is so difficult to have someone come out to see it today?” When he saw you he motioned towards the freezer, “I got you breakfast, it’s in the freezer.”
Opening it you saw that your father had stocked the freezer with your favorite ice cream, which you didn’t think he knew.
-You ended up calling Tony, who already knew he couldn’t physically come to the sanctuary, but he walked you through step by step on how to fix it yourself. He also said that if it failed that you both were more then welcome to join them upstate, but you knew Sam would not be comfortable with that. So you told him, “As tempting as that is, I need this to work.”
-One morning you woke up in the library chair, the cloak draped over you like a blanket, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you muttered, “Good morning Cloak.”
-Tony called you daily to hang out, and found that most times you both were privately meeting for coffee or drinks at a local dive bar. However on the nights he would drag you to the bars, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Rhodey, and a disguised Vision would accompany him.
-Occasionally Steve would join, but he never stayed long. You and him both knew why, however you never verbalized the reasoning.
-When he would return Sam would be sitting on the counter in the kitchen, his glass filled with an amber liquid as he mindlessly ate a bowl of popcorn, reruns of Nova playing on the tv in the kitchen. Steve would always shrug off his jacket and tossed it on the couch. Walking over to the fridge, he would open it and take a cold water, before turning towards Sam, “You know, Nova should have you host this episode if they ever decide to remake the Lizard King episode.”
“Should they?”
“Yeah, seeing how you always seem to be watching it when I get back from the bar.”
-There was a silence that overtook the space, and hung there for several minutes before Sam whispered, “How is she?”
“She seems great, she asked about you.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That you were being a hermit, and watching Nova at home.”
“I’m sure she loved that answer.” He smiled as Steve looked at him, looking past the smile and seeing the heartbreak in his eyes, “Why don’t you just talk…”
“Because why would she want to talk to me after I was such a dick to her?”
“Because she loves you.”
“And she’ll move on.” Sam replied, before hopping from the counter and going to his bedroom, as Steve let out a sigh.
-You always invited your father, stating Wong could watch the Sanctuary for a few hours, however he always declined, wanting you to have fun with your friends.
-When your father summoned Thor to the Sanctuary, you had no idea, but he wasted no time asking, “So you are Lady [Y/N]’s father?”
“Yes, tea?”
-You were upstairs, and heard Thor’s voice booming at the base of the stairs. “We could have just walked!”
-You quickly ran to them, and saw him lift his arm to summon Mjolnir. However instead he was greeted with Your voice, “Thor?”
“Lady [Y/N]!” He boomed as you took the stairs two by two and collided into him, his large arms engulfing you as you raced down the staircase and into his arms, his hug crushing all the bones in your torso as you buried your head in his mess of blonde hair.
“What are you doing here Thor?”
“Well it seems your father has banished my brother to something called a wormhole, in an effort to protect earth. I am here to find my father and bargain for his retu...”
-That is when he heard the thud on the floor behind him, turning he saw Loki laying on the hardwood, and a blue gateway above him, when he looked back to you, he saw the glow of your hands.
“Ahh you are one of Earth’s mighty wizards as well. Does Sir Wilson know?”
“No, we don’t really talk anymore.” You answered as Loki slowly stood and muttered something about falling for thirty minutes. He then turned to threaten your father, causing your father to promptly say, “Alright, goodbye.” And move the gateway over them
“I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” You sighed as Strange chuckled, “You will no doubt see them soon enough.”
-That night, your father asked about your time with the Avengers, a topic normally not discussed. You shared everything, including your departure.
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No Surprises
Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn!reader
Warnings: Fluff and mentions of food.
A/N: Lowkey i really loved this idea but could not for the life of me write it out so I apologize if it’s really bad :’) and sorry for the disappearance I really am trying to get back at it I swear.
Word count: 1k
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With just hours left on your day, which was supposed to be your special day, you could feel yourself becoming a bit depressed as you had gone through the day without seeing a single message from anyone wishing you a great birthday, not even your best friend, who was most known for his brilliant memory. Although you’re sad, you couldn’t hold it against anyone. They all had separate lives, and birthdays when you're older are nothing like when you’re a kid.
In order to save yourself from becoming even more upset, you opted to turn in early. Put this day entirely behind you. You were hoisting yourself from the couch when you heard a knock. You felt butterflies erupting in your stomach, anticipating a surprise behind the door. Hoping that you weren’t forgotten after all. You all but ran to the door, swinging it open with all your might to reveal your best friend, Stephen Strange.
There he stood in your doorway, hands full. Balloons, takeout, cake, and a small gift bag were held up in his arms. "Sorry I’m so late. The world had a number of issues today and no one better than me to solve them." He pushed past you, making his way to your coffee table, dumping all his items on the table. He also then noticed your lack of attention to what he was saying. "Hey, what’s wrong?" He said, waving his hand in front of your face.
You blinked before closing your door and rushing over to him, engulfing him in a hug, embracing his warmth and smell. "You remembered…"
You felt him wrap his arm around you, squeezing you. "Well, of course, how could I forget my favorite person's birthday? Besides, I am your best friend; it is kind of my duty to remember these sorts of things." He laughed. "Now that I'm here, the party can get started." He joked.
"You’re in luck because you’re the only person that remembered." He looked at you confused. "No one remembered my birthday, Stephen, just you."
"I’m sorry-" He began to say
"Don’t apologize, you're the most important thing is you’re here. I don’t care about anything else." You said it with a genuine smile. Shifting your gaze, you looked at all the items now lazily placed on your coffee table. "What do we have here, hm?"
"I didn’t have time to cook for you like I planned, but I picked up your favorite Chinese takeout and put together a little something." He walked over to you. "Close your eyes." You complied immediately.
You felt the woosh of a portal and then a warm grabbing of your hands, slowly guiding you as you walked with your eyes squeezed shut. "You can open them now." Slowly" he said, releasing his grip on you. You opened your eyes and you recognized that you were on the roof of your apartment complex. You looked down and saw a blanket and candles all neatly spread out, along with your takeout on top.
"I know we can’t really see the stars, that’s New York for you, but the moon is nice and this is all I could really do with the time I had and-"
"Stephen," you said, cutting off his rambling, "this is perfect. Thank you." You could cry with the emotions you were filled with. No one had ever taken the time to really give you something as special as this. "Really, I couldn’t ask for anything more."
"That’s a relief." He smiled. You both took a seat on the blanket, enjoying the food in the cool New York air.
Taking a bite of your food, you asked, "What made you want to do this?"
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
You laughed. "A picnic in the moonlight, I mean, it’s nearly midnight."
"Well, I mean, it's you. I would do anything for you." A slight tinge of pink made its way onto his face before he turned away and coughed awkwardly. "You gave me quite a celebration for my birthday, I feel it’s fair that I return the favor." He said, avoiding your gaze.
"Right, it’s only fair," you agreed, trying your best to ignore his previous confession.
"Anyway, before I forget," Stephen presented your birthday cake, a small ta da leaving his lips, white frosting and rainbow sprinkles, just how you always liked it. "Happy birthday y/n" with the snap of his fingers there were candles with flames shining an orange light on both of your faces. "Make a wish."
You closed your eyes and made a wish. You wished that you could spend every birthday with him just like this. Just you two making the most of your time together. You wanted to believe that you wanted nothing more than friendship from him, but it was hard to ignore the hammering in your chest and the warmth of your cheeks as you looked at him.
"So...What did you wish for?" He asked slicing the cake into eight equal pieces. You watched as you gently picked up an eighth, putting it on a plate and handing it to you.
You grabbed the plate and answered. "Ah ah ah if I tell you then it won’t come true," you teased, taking a bite of the sugary sweet.
"Please, are we children? Besides, I am a master of the mystic arts. Who says I can’t make it come true?" He sassed back.
You scoffed. "Well, master of the mystic arts or not, it’s my wish and it’s up to the universe to decide whether it comes true or not."
No one else you knew could ever turn your day around as much as Stephen Strange could, and you were now more certain than ever that you would never want to leave his side. Your heart swells at the idea of you two spending the rest of your lives together, celebrating birthdays and other special anniversaries. Stephen Strange was your guy, and there was no doubt in the universe that you two were destined for each other. He was just yours, and you were his.
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Fate
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prompt 61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.” + 32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”
Pairing : Stephen Strange x (they/them) reader
Type : fluff
Word count : 529
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“I love you. I love you in every universe.” Stephen admitted, looking at Y/n who looked at him back understandingly. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to care for someone or have someone care for me. It’s just...I get scared.” he explained, occasionally avoiding their gaze. They nodded knowingly, before stepping forward and resting their hand on his cheek caressing it. “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.” they assured him. He closed his eyes in content, savouring the moment. “Face your fears...Doctor Strange.” they smiled as they pulled away, guilt consuming him.
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“Guys?” Tony called getting everyone’s attention. He was stood with Peter and another male; one the others hadn’t met before. Y/n held in a gasp as they met eyes, him also evidently recognising them. “This is Stephen Strange, some kind of wizard. He’s going to help us on our next mission.” Tony explained, everyone greeting him as he saved Y/n for last. “Well, look who it is, Stephen-” they said as he covered their mouth, bringing them into another room. “Why are you here?” he asked, causing him to be met with a blank face, blinking at him. A silence swept over.
“I’m an avenger? Real question, why are you here?” they said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I told you to never get involved in this kind of stuff.” he huffed, face palming and pacing around the room. “I’ve always been able to defend myself! They trained me and I’ve been on plenty of missions, it’s fine.” they argued as he groaned and shook his head. “You don’t even know what you’re getting into, this is what angers me!” he responded, shouting and refusing to even look at them.
He regretted lashing out at them immediately as he saw their face. He’d done it before, it was his defence, too scared to let them in even though he tried, believing that it would be safer if he pushed them away, he was dangerous as it would make them a target. The last time he had done it, it ended up in them breaking up, and before he knew it, he had lost them. He had no contact, no idea where they had gone as no one had ever told him - they were this close to him this whole time. The whole time, he had been one person away from them. Yet, he had no idea and to be fair, he didn’t bother looking due to fear, unsure of whether they’d be dead or alive due to another timeline he had seen which haunted him, as he hadn’t been able to save them.
“Look, I know you think we aren’t right for each other...” they started but paused, Stephen wincing at the reminder, his own words being repeated caused him pain. “But we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.” they continued, Stephen looking over in hope. Maybe he would get a second chance to keep his promise to them, and this time, he wouldn’t ever let them go.
“Well, it’s good I love you in every universe.”
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*~.It’s so comforting to know I can stay up till 2 am reading the most toe curling, filthy, plotless smut in a warm bed on thanksgiving break. This is what the holidays are all about. *~.
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Realizations Most Strange
Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader is another mentor to Peter and when Strange sees the two of them working together it makes him realize that he’s completely in love with her"
a/n: i am way too proud of this title
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Stephen Strange is not in love. It would be impossible to describe how little he is in love, how straightforward his attitude is towards the world, how his heart has never skipped a beat once in his entire life. It’s unnecessary to even mention these sorts of things, because like he said, Stephen isn’t in love. Not in the slightest.
This wouldn’t explain why Wong seems convinced that Stephen does have a crush, however. It feels like not a day goes by without Wong happening to mention (typically with far less discretion as the other sorcerer seems to think) how fascinating it is to see Stephen dependent on someone else’s opinion of him. No matter how many times Stephen declares himself to be utterly impervious to anything of the sort, Wong never believes him.
Stephen can’t come up with any reason why Wong would think such a thing. It’s not like Stephen has ever expressed any interest in anyone else. Although it took time, he’s moved on from Christine, and he’s even able to smile over her relationship with another man. Simply put, there’s no one he could possibly admire quite so much as to warrant a crush, so being in love is out of the question.
If he were to be in love, though, Stephen could admit that being in love with Y/N L/N wouldn’t be all that bad. He isn’t in love, of course, and would gladly repeat that another thousand times if that’s what it took for people to accept it, but if he was, Y/N would be his first pick.
She’s another Master of the Mystic Arts, and has been in residence at the New York Sanctum for a couple of years now. Technically, Stephen thinks she was supposed to leave after six months, but for some reason that time constraint hasn’t been brought up since her arrival. He definitely has nothing to do with that.
At the moment, Stephen doesn’t have time to even begin to think about Y/N and his lack of a crush on her. The New York Sanctum is host to a guest this afternoon, a spiderling who’s just dropped by after his school day ends. Ever since the battle against Thanos and Tony Stark’s resulting sacrifice, Peter Parker has been coming over to visit.
The kid claims it’s for help with Avengers business. Stephen harbors a secret belief that it might actually have something to do with Peter’s need to see somebody, anybody to feel like he’s not quite so alone. When he’s around the other Masters of the Mystic Arts, Peter Parker is no longer at the top of the food chain when it comes to stopping extraterrestrial or simply weird threats to the city. He’s just some kid, like he always should have been.
That kind of relief has to feel good for a high school student. So, as much as Stephen pretends to roll his eyes and make sarcastic comments about it being past Peter’s bedtime the second the sun starts to set, it’s common knowledge that Peter will be welcome at the New York Sanctum at any time of any day.
Right now, he’s been passed over to Y/N for some light combat training. It’s one thing for Peter to use his webs against normal threats, like carjackers or your garden variety thug, but once you start messing with magic users, the rules of the game change.
They’re starting off fairly easy right now, with Peter trying to improvise on how to fight Y/N while she’s using portals or conjuring amber bands of spells to combat his webs. The kid can pick up new things pretty well, even Stephen can admit that, but he’s still rough when it comes to unusual foes.
Case in point: Y/N ducks under a web spiraling at her head and launches a glowing sphere of magic at Peter. It bowls him over cleanly and he falls to the ground. The two of them have taken the precaution of putting padding and mats on a large section of the floors in the Sanctum training room, so Peter only suffers a mild case of getting the air knocked out of his lungs. That’s Stephen’s professional diagnosis, at least.
Y/N leans over him, extending an arm to help the younger boy up. She laughs at the startled look on his face, and reaches over to casually muss up his head. Stephen’s watching the proceedings from a higher level, so he can’t exactly make out what’s being said, but he can see that they both break out into laughter.
Something strange happens the longer Stephen watches. It’s as if time slows down, even though he hasn’t laid a single finger to the green Infinity Stone. He can see the sunlight gleaming in through open windows, cascading around Y/N to land in golden puddles at her feet. It makes sense on some level in Stephen’s brain, that even light itself would be drawn to her. What in this world, or the countless beyond it, wouldn’t want to be near her if it could?
His knuckles are white on the railing of the balcony as Stephen leans over the edge. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it until his hands start to ache, phantom pains from an injury that still plagues him. Stephen has long associated that kind of hurt with what happened when he was still with Christine, but now he’s turning his mind to focus on a new sort of feeling, one centered around an entirely different woman.
Y/N laughs again, and the faintest whisper of it makes the journey up to where Stephen stands. It is here, collecting in the echoes of that joy, that he realizes something once and for all, a truth he’s been running from for who knows how long.
Stephen is in love, and he is in love with her.
Wong looks up, surprised, when Stephen all but throws open the door to his office. The Sorcerer Supreme puts down his book on the desk in front of him, starting to rise.
“What is it, Strange?” Wong asks, clearly unnerved by Stephen’s behavior. “Has something happened? Are we under attack?”
“No,” Stephen assures him. “Not now, at least.”
Wong gestures for Stephen to take a seat, but he can’t manage to pull himself together long enough for that to happen. Instead, Stephen starts to pace back and forth across Wong’s office. Wong looks mournfully at the carpet under Stephen’s feet, as if silently cataloging how much it’s going to cost to buy a new one after Stephen wears this one to shreds under the force of his stress.
“What’s wrong, then?” Wong prods gently after Stephen stays silent.
At last, Stephen is able to freeze in place, and turns to Wong with a haunted look. “I think I’m in love.”
Wong stares at him for a moment, then breaks out into loud laughter. Even Stephen’s agitation calms for a moment, forgotten as he stares at Wong in sheer confusion. Wong continues to laugh for what must be at least a full minute or two, the same rough, booming sound echoing around them.
Eventually, Wong is able to contain himself, and goes on speaking as if he hadn’t ever been interrupted. “I knew it. I called this months ago. It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”
Stephen is forced to nod in agreement, which makes Wong raise a finger in vindication.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Wong says, “And you didn’t listen, but you are now. I was wondering when this day would come.”
“Alright, alright,” Stephen says, raising his hands to ward off Wong’s triumph if anything else, “I get it, you were right, I was wrong. Now what do I do?”
Wong blinks at him. “Why are you asking me that? I’m your coworker, Strange, not your therapist. Go figure this out on your own time.”
Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I get that, but I don’t know what to do.”
Wong shrugs. “You dated Christine for a while, didn’t you? Just do that again.”
Stephen frowns. “We broke up because I told her that she couldn’t have any meaning to me. After that, I was friendzoned and now she’s engaged to someone else.”
“Okay, so don’t do that,” Wong contemplates, “Look, it’s easier than you think. You’re just complicating things. You do that a lot.”
“Thanks,” Stephen says with a clearly forced smile.
“No problem,” Wong replies happily, “Always here to help.”
Stephen doesn’t bother to respond to that, just glares balefully at his friend.
Wong sighs. “Fine, fine. No need to burst a vein. How about you do something simple? Take her out for dinner or something. Hell, even coffee. She’s going to need coffee to keep up with you.”
Stephen’s eyes narrow. “I’m confused, were you encouraging me to ask her out or not? Because right now it sounds like you don’t like the idea of the two of us together.”
Wong chuckles. “Oh no, I think it’s a fantastic idea. You need someone like Y/N in your life to keep you in check. I just like making fun of you.”
“Figures,” Stephen mutters, but thanks his friend for the advice anyway.
In truth, Wong’s not wrong. Stephen does have a habit of overthinking and overdoing things, especially when it’s about the people in his life that really matter. He’d tear down this universe and the next if it meant keeping his loved ones safe.
So, basically, getting this right is really important, both for Stephen’s general happiness and his future of friendships at the New York Sanctum. He waits for Peter to leave, which takes far more time than Stephen’s feeble patience can really tolerate, then heads down to meet Y/N alone as soon as he can.
Y/N’s collecting the mats from the training room floor, so Stephen helps out, conjuring up a few spells to clean up the space.
She smiles at him gratefully. “Thanks for the assist.”
“Thanks for babysitting the kid,” Stephen responds.
Y/N laughs. “It’s not as bad as you think. Sure, he can be a little exuberant, but it’s just fun.”
“Yeah, it’s because he likes you the best,” Stephen argues, “but I can’t blame him.”
The last part of his sentence is quieter, but Y/N still hears it. She cocks her head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”
This is it, his chance. Stephen exhales and turns to face her. “I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy–”
Y/N cuts him off with a wry grin. “Who isn’t busy around here?”
He must have looked quite pained when she interrupted him, because Y/N holds up her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m quiet. What were you wondering?”
Stephen does his best to steady his nerves despite the suspension in his adrenaline fuelled offer. “I was wondering if you would want to go get coffee with me sometime. You know, one of these mornings. Not the night, that wouldn’t make sense. And if you don’t like coffee, we could always just go to a different type of shop, or get something else, or–”
Y/N saves him again, laughing quietly. “I think getting coffee sounds like an excellent idea to me. Is this a date, Stephen?”
She looks at him with a curious grin, mischievously prodding. Stephen nods, hoping that he’s not about to ruin this whole thing.
“Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, it is a date. Are you still okay with that?”
Y/N fixes him with her most brilliant grin yet, and Stephen feels the last of his worries melt away from him. “I would be more than okay with that.”
With that, she picks up the last of the mats and turns to put it away, leaving Stephen standing there with a more than self satisfied smile. Perhaps he’s managed to make this work after all. He wouldn’t believe it himself were it not for the joy on Y/N’s face when he asked her out, but it’s true. He’s got a date, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
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⋆˚࿔ Oh baby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
words: 1.1k
warnings: cheating, hurt/comfort, slight angst, neglect of partner, piss kink, slightly dark, slight pevert wanda, stephan strange (yes, he needs a warning), wetting yourself, jealousy, texture issues, alludes to possible eating disorders and possible abuse, smut, praise, degradation, brief ignoring/ghosting, kissing.
relationships: boyfriend!stephan stranger x female!reader & bestfriend!wanda maximoff x female!reader
18+ minors & men dni
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"oh my, that must have been awful.." wanda whispered, her words tickled against your ears. your boyfriend stephen had canceled on your date and you were upset because you hardly saw him anymore.
you looked down at your nails, picking at the skin near it. this was one of your nervous habits that wanda tried to help you break but it was no use. every time she'd think she got you to stop, it continued.
wanda hummed, with a swift response her fingers brushed your hand. her eyes followed your movement. you met her gaze, she was waiting for you to say something.
"i'm not even surprised, i don't think i'm his first priority. or his second.. or third." your eyes dropped. wanda could feel your pain but didn't comment on it. "it's just more convenient if we were together... i know that our mess of a relationship will be over in a few months." you mumbled, a stray tear escaped your eye.
"oh, baby.." wanda sighed softly, bringing her hand up to wipe your tear. she hated seeing a man, especially one whom she hated, get you all worked up.
you collapsed in her arms, your quiet sniffles filled the silence. her fingers traced circles over your back. her hot breath lingered against your skin. the smell of her sweet perfume.. it was almost too much for you.
almost.
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your eyes fluttered as you began to feel a warmth pressed against you. it was the arms of your best friend lazily draped around you. she had also fallen asleep it appeared.
your bladder felt full and when you attempt to make a run for the toilet, you found the woman's death grip to be wildly protective. so comforting.. the urge to lay numb against her was strong but you changed your mind when you find yourself nearly having an accident on her.
"wanda" you mumbled softly against her. she shifted in the bed, no response. "wanda" you repeat but the red-head just shushed you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "wandaaa" you whimpered, you couldn't hold it anymore.
wanda felt a warm liquid drip down your leg, spreading all over her bed. she smirked against you, this was her plan all along. to get you all embarrassed and flustered under her. now this isn't exactly how she envisioned it but she can't admit that this wasn't hot.
"oh, detka.. you had a little accident, let mommy help clean you up." wanda's eyes darkened, hovering over you. you hid your face, you were so embarrassed. first you cried to her about your boyfriend and now you've peed all over her bed. there are definitely better ways she could have spent her friday evening and now you've ruined her bed.
"hey, let me see you pretty girl." she cooed at you, removing your fingers from covering your face. she smiled at the reveal of your glossy tears, god you were so beautiful.
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she noticed after your previous interactions, you wetting her bed a week ago, you had been more distant. she felt hurt and upset that you were avoiding her. she saw you spending all your time with stephen again, you claimed he was trying to "make up for lost time".
she ran into you at the supermarket and to her surprise of course you were with stephen. his hand intertwined with yours while the other occupied his phone. he appeared to be wrapped up in whatever it is he was doing, or whomever he was texting.
wanda bite her lip to hold out the venom she so desperately wanted to let out. instead, she sighed and pushed her cart to align with yours.
"hey, y/n!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixated on stephan and the way he doesn't even acknowledge her presence. y/n looked at stephan nervously, you had on a baggy hoodie and this made wanda suspicious. she furrowed her brows trying to rack her brain why this could be. she knew you hated wearing baggy clothes, it was a texture thing for you.
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the next time wanda saw you was at a barbecue, you were all dolled up and she wished she could run her hands down your doll-like figure. kiss your soft cheeks, caress your shoulders, leave traces of her all over you. she knew she had to fix things.
wanda saw you with a tray in your hands making your eay to the kitchen so she grabbed a glass and quickly followed behind. finally, she could have a moment alone with you to talk things out. she hate the silence treatment, not being able to hear your sweet voice and laugh that could brighten anyone's mood.
"y/n" wanda called out, in a rush. you emptied the tray into the trash and placed it in the sink. wanda is hovering behind you when you turn around. this startles you and you bump into her. knocking the glass out of her hand.
oh no. "wanda, i'm so sorry-" you exclaimed. you felt so bad, you had been ignoring the girl because of stephen and know you've knocked a glass out of her hand. "No- no, please let me talk y/n." Her eyes full of guilt and sadness.
you nodded, the least you could do was hear her out.
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"i can make you feel way better than he could.." she purred, exhaling softly against your neck. "let me take care of you, baby." wanda's hands ran through your body. light as a feather but just soft enough to have an effect on you, and she could see it.
she wanted to take her time with you to show you how making love should be like. your eyes widened, nodding. god you've wanted this for so long. "need to hear you say it, darling." wanda whispered, her eyes lingering on you. just aching to go forward but depending on your sweet voice to give her consent.
"i want this wanda" your words muffled against her skin. wanda waited no longer, her hands motioned for you to lay on your back as she hovered over you. she pressed dher lips against yours. you tasted so sweet, it was so addicting.
wanda let out a soft moan against your lips, she sounded so beautiful. you wanted to hear more. her hands lifted up your shirt, exposing your bra-less skin. the moment your shirt departed, the cold air hit your nipples. they began to harden, wanda bit her lip to try and control herself.
she so desperately wanted to take your nipples in her mouth, to suck on them, bite them, pull at them and just abuse them. she resisted, to use for another time. right now, a sweet little thing like you needed to be treated like an angel.
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Stephen: My cloak is not the new love of my life, you know I love you.
You, pouting in the back: Then how come the cape gets to ride in shotgun?
Stephen: He gets carsick, (Y/n), you know this-
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