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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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"I don't get jealous."

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

Summary: In order to get the job done a little flirting is necessary.

Warnings: mention of needles and light smut

NOTE: This fic is set just before the events of Civil War and Doctor Strange where Stephen is a regular neurosurgeon. I've been sitting on this one for some time now.

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"Ignore it." Stephen continued to kiss my neck and jawline, rolling me onto my back in order to keep me from answering my phone that kept buzzing on his nightstand.

"It's important-mhmm.." A moan fell past my lips as he grounded himself against me. Stephen crashed his lips against mine in a lazy kiss; my hands roamed from his shoulders to his chest and using enough force I successfully rolled us over.

"This really better be important."

"Oh relax, we've been going at it for hours." Stephen held onto my thighs, rubbing small circles into my exposed flesh with his thumb. I hugged the white sheet close to my body as I reached over to pick up my phone.

"Tony?”

“Shake your ass sunshine, we’ve got a mission.” Stephen smirked cheekily at me, thrusting his hips upwards which earned him a playful smack on his abdomen.

“I’m sure you’re capable of handling this one yourself.”

“I would if I was able to flirt my way into this man’s apartment to get what I need.” Stephen sat up moving his hands from my thighs to my ass giving it a firm squeeze. His stubble burned against my neck as he left a trail of kisses on my exposed flesh.

“Can’t Nat help you with this because I’m in the middle of something.”

“Kiss the doctor goodbye and let’s get going.”

“How did you- Friday. Fine, I’ll be there in twenty.”Hanging up I threw the phone onto the bed, leaving kisses on Stephen’s collar bone.

“You have to go.”

“I do.” I couldn’t hold in my laugh as he securely held onto me, dragging me down with him as he laid back on his pillow. Stephen ghosted his fingers along my spine leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I don’t want you to leave just yet.”

“I don’t either but just like you doctor, I have to leave whenever my phone rings.” He opened his mouth to make a remark only to be cut short by his ringtone. Reaching over I grabbed it, a broad smile made its way onto my face once I saw the caller ID.

“You were about to say something?” He took the device and answered it, holding it up to his ear. I moved to get off of him but he kept me in place with his free arm. With my eyes trained on his face, I left a sizeable hickey on his chest as well as a few love bites here and there.

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Not a word Ms. Stark.” Hooking his index finger under my chin he tilted my head back to kiss me a couple times before pulling away.

“See, you know I’m right.” Groaning at my statement, he rolled me onto my back; his blue eyes locked with mine. Reaching up, I ran my fingers across his stubble that was surely going to be removed before he goes to work.

“Yes, you were. Now let’s get out of this bed before we never leave. Just do me a favour, be careful.”

“The most work I’ll be doing is flirting my way into some old dudes condo, nothing that’ll land me on your operating table.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Smirking, I pushed on his chest and he got off of me, planting both his feet on the hardwood floor. Stephen stood in all his glory showcasing his entire physique for me to see.

“Oh relax, I’m not going to sleep with the guy.” I threw the covers back and got out of bed. Stephen located his boxers from last night and pulled them up while I was in the middle of slipping on my clothes.

“You better not.”

“Is that a hint of jealousy Doctor Strange?” Stephen towered over me with both hands on my hips.

“I don’t get jealous.”

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“You know I forgot to say this earlier but you do look lovely tonight sis.” Tony’s voice came through my comms. Bringing the cocktail glass up to my lips, I took a sip of my drink, eyes searching the sea of faces to find our target.

“I’m sure your doctor friend would’ve loved to see you in that dress.”

“What are you doing Tony?” Our eyes locked from across the room, he had a smirk on his face which told me that he was definitely up to no good.

“When do I get to meet him?”

“Never, so please drop it.”

“He makes you happy, that much I could tell. You’re blushing.”

“I’m not, it’s the alcohol. I’ve got eyes on Colin.”

“Go work your magic, just don’t take it too far. I wouldn’t want you to cheat on your lover.” Smiling at Tony I subtly flipped him off as I downed the contents of my glass. Colin walked over to me at the bar with his arms open to greet me.

“Mon ami! It’s nice to see you here.”

“Colin, it’s nice to see you again.” He kissed both my cheeks and took my hand in his, smiling as he took in my appearance.

“You look just as beautiful as I remember.” Colin and I started catching up with each other, well, he was mainly telling me more about his company. Information that I really don’t care about. Colin knocked back his whiskey, snaking his hand onto the small of my back just above the curve of my ass.

Time to get the show on the road Y/N

“I’m really glad to hear about all of that but maybe we could take this conversation somewhere more private?” Colin and I had a thing going on back in college so when Tony briefed me on who our target was I knew this was going to be easy. Batting my eyes at him, I toyed with the lapels of his suit jacket.

“I don’t see why not.” Taking my clutch in one hand I slipped the other into his and followed his lead to the elevator. Colin had my back pressed against the wall the minute the doors shut behind us, kissing every inch of my skin that was available to him.

All I kept thinking about during the ride up to his penthouse was the neurosurgeon who was in the middle of a surgery blocks away from this building. The doors opened and he guided me to his door, thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the hallway to witness me jabbing him in the neck with a sedative. His limp body hit the ground and I grabbed the key to his condo to unlock the door. I pushed the door open and dragged him inside.

“Did you sedate him yet?”

“I did. This part shouldn’t take long.” I retrieved the tiny bug device Tony gave me to place on his computer and headed straight to his study.

“Jackpot! Okay Friday, take the wheel.” I placed the device on his computer and looked at the download bar on the screen.

“So you’re really not going to introduce me to this man?”

“Exactly, I really like this one and you would only mess it up for me.”

“He knows that you’re an Avenger. What could I possibly do to mess it up?”

“I don’t know Tony and quite frankly, I don’t want to find out. Stephen is too good to me, he’s normal and makes me happy. That should be more than enough for you to know about him.”

“I’m running a background check-”

“Tony Stark, do not do that!” All of Colin’s files were downloaded and Friday wiped the computer clean. I grabbed my clutch on my way out of the room and walked straight past Colin who was still unconscious on the ground.

“Well this was fun.”

“Always nice working with you sis.”

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There was a knock on my front door and I paused my movie to answer it. Stephen’s smile dimmed once his eyes landed on me which made me slightly confused.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” I stepped aside to let him in and he immediately titled my head to the side to get a better view of my neck.

“Why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Stephen cocked an eyebrow at me pulling his lips into a thin line.

“I told you I had to flirt my way in and no, I did not cheat on you if that's what you were thinking. Hell, I didn’t even kiss Colin.” Stephen shrugged his jacket off and threw it over the back of the sofa.

“I don’t like it.” There was no denying that he was jealous at the fact that another man had his hands on her while he was away.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t get jealous you sure are right now, Strange.” Stephen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Prove it.”

Stephen wasted no time in crashing his lips against mine, leaning down a bit to lift me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist as he circled the sofa to lie us down on it.

“You’re going to regret saying that Ms. Stark.”

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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Stephen Strange x Stark!Witch!Reader

summary: Stephen and YN—world famous Avengers (but kinda retired)—are picking up their kids from school. That’s it. That’s the summary.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: nothing, pure fluff, a bit of married bickering

author's note: These GIFs have me in a chokehold ever since seeing them for the first time. For timeline’s sake, there wasn’t a blip and no, I didn’t forget about it while writing and was too lazy to rewrite it leave me alone o.o

"Yes, Tony, we're coming. I told Pepper two weeks ago when I got her invitation," YN spoke while holding the newest (futuristic) Stark phone in hand and left the subway station. The odd stares from every single person around her were something she had become accustomed to years ago, but more like a decade. The earplugs canceled their hushed, but not hushed at all, whispers at least. "I wanted to make sure you didn't forget it—or that douchebag talked you out of it." Eye rolling, YN typed a quick text as she listened to her brother. Even after ten years of dating and six of them married, Tony still had to annoy the hell out of Stephen. "I want to see my nephews and my niece, and Morgan would love some company that can keep up with her mentally." She knew what he meant. Morgan was exceptionally bright—it was in their blood, after all—and her own children had gotten the full dose of Stark and Strange intelligence. The quartet was as close as friends could get.

She sighed softly. "Did you already talk to Midtown?" But she knew the answer to that. "You know Pepper doesn't want her to feel out of place between all the older students, so we're waiting, I guess. It's probably the best anyway." Humming, YN rounded the block corner to reach her kids' school. "I suppose it is. But you can take a deep breath now because we're coming over the weekend. But please, don't annoy my husband, would you? Try to be a decent adult for at least 48 hours. Think about it as a pre-birthday present for your most loved sister." Smiling, YN waved to one of the already waiting moms as she approached the private school's gate and laughed as she heard Tony's groan. "That's an even harder task than fighting Thanos, but yes, okay. I will try, but only if he tries as well! Gotta go, evil spawn, my girls are coming home. Don"t forget to bring the good wine!" And with that, the older Stark ended the call and left YN with a soft shake of her head.

The earplugs disappeared in her bag just as the tunes of today's end echoed over the courtyard and the first students came rushing out of the building. YN pushed her sunglasses up to place them on her head, and her smile morphed into a grin as the mop of dark curls of her youngest appeared between all the other kids. As soon as she saw her mom, the girl grinned as bright as the sun above them and hurried over the court to get to her. "MOM!" Laughing, YN caught her with open arms and pressed the five-year-old tightly against her. "Hello, sunshine," she greeted the small girl, bent down, and peppered kisses all over her head. It had been Stephen who had picked the kids up in the last couple of days because even though the couple was retired from their lives as world's mightiest heroes, sometimes the world still needed them. "Did you fight the bad people?" Ophelia was always eager to know everything about her mom's superhero duties, and YN always obliged every order to tell every single story.

They never needed books full of bedtime stories.

Pushing the soft curls behind her small ears, YN grinned. "Sure thing, munchkin. Just as easy as eating that ice cream I bought this morning and which is waiting for a special girl and her very special rainbow spoon." Ophelia started to clap while jumping on the spot. "Can I have some instead of lunch? Please, Mommy!" This kid knew what she had to do in order to soften her mother's heart, and YN nodded without thinking. "But first, I wanna see those math homework done, deal?" She had to pretend at least as if she wasn't as soft as she certainly was for her children.

Tough superhero, my ass, she thought with a smile and raised a hand to wave to her two eldest children as they finally appeared at the front door. The seven-year-old twins—Vincent and Peter—let their eyes wander, and just as they settled on top of their mother and sister, a familiar body appeared next to her.

"Right on time, I see," Stephen grinned down on his two girls, and Ophelia screeched before jumping into her father's arms. "I thought Mom would be the only one picking us up!" One could barely understand her words because her voice climbed higher and higher at the excitement she felt in her small body. The sorcerer grinned even wider. "Well, then, my surprise most definitely worked out. Hello, sunshine." He kissed her small cheeks before setting her back on the ground and opening his arms for the twins. Only Peter jumped into them, but Vincent pressed himself against his side.

His hand softly carded through his unruly mop of hair while moving Peter softly to find the perfect position. "Didn't you say something about being away for the next week?" Vincent always was the more straightforward of the twins. Peter was just happy to have his father back sooner than he thought.

Stephen hummed while walking them both the short distance over to his wife and their mother. "That's right, but I finished a lot faster than anticipated," was all he told them before reaching his wife with the knowing look in her mesmerizing eyes. "More like you threw them insult after insult in their poor faces and just vanished through one of your portals, love," she returned and waited until Peter was put back onto the ground to hug her boys. "What do we do when we see Mom after an awful lot of time, boys?" The twins blinked up to her, crystal blue eyes shining brightly and soft grins tucked at their lips. "Hello, Mom!" They both spoke in unison, and YN laughed softly before bending down and pressing loving kisses on their heads. "Hello to you too. School was okay? No bullies treating you wrongly anymore?"

YN really hoped that her talk to the headmaster was something that helped the situation instead of making it worse.

"He isn't at the school anymore. Best birthday present ever, Mom, thank you!"

Grinning with that hint of mischievousness she had to herself, the mother nodded, satisfied. "Very well, then. You guys take your sister between you, and we can head home as soon as I greet your dad." And with that, the former Stark pulled Stephen to her and enveloped his broad shoulders into a tight embrace, and took the feeling of his lips against hers in after he had bent his head. Her fingers softly carded through his dark hair while her other thumb caressed his jawline, and a soft sigh escaped her at the feeling of his skin against hers.

Even though they had known each other for so long and had been in a relationship for a decade, she felt as thrilled as she had been during their first shared kiss. YN didn’t believe that this would change anytime soon—or ever.

“Are you alright?” Stephen asked in a husky whisper, lips still touching, while his eyes opened and scanned her face for any visible marks or scratches. YN smiled up to him, gently bumping the tip of her nose against his. She may be an Avenger, and a powerful one at that, but Stephen always worried about her—but well, she worried about him just as much. “I am,” she nodded, but her barely palpable flinch as the pad of his thumb made contact with the skin stretching over her left cheekbone gave her away. Her husband’s brows furrowed tremendously, and his eyes stared at the spot, now discovering the deception his wife had created with makeup. “I didn’t want to worry the kids,” YN whispered at the sight of realization in his eyes, and Stephen nodded. “Of course. But don’t you dare think I will let you get away with this. As soon as they are nose deep in their books, I will demand a look on it, wife.” Grinning, the woman nodded. “Of course, husband,” she replied, pressing their lips together another time before turning to their beautiful children, who occupied themselves with hopscotching over the drawn numbers.

Vincent and Peter had their eyes settled on their younger sister like hawks, ready to jump to her aid whenever she stumbled. Ophelia sang happily to the rhythm of her small jumps, curls bouncing around her pretty face.

Smiling, YN let Stephen pull her into his side, arm around her shoulders and lips pressing on the top of her head. “We really have the most incredible children,” the father mumbled, still in awe of how his life had turned after the accident. And this strong, wonderful, and compassionate woman in his arm had gifted him the most precious gift life had to offer: undying love and the happiness of fatherhood.

“Don’t let Tony hear that,” she grinned softly, eyes still trained on her two sons and daughter. But then she looked up at her loving husband, who felt her gaze and looked down at her, one brow softly cocked. “Just in case you forgot about it, but they await us this weekend.” His eyes widened suddenly, and a groan left him, head falling back. “Why? Didn’t we agree on once a year in our prenup?” She hit his chest with a flat hand. “Really funny, especially because we both know very well that we never had one of these. Remember? You told me something about marrying out of pure love and utter devotion and that contracts belong to cooperations? That you weren’t another business deal I sign?” She grinned up to him, and Stephen groaned again. “I see now the advantages of said prenup. I could’ve put the once-a-year rule in it,” the sorcerer returned with a playful nudge to her chin with his finger. “That’s why we’re going. The kids could use some nature, and Lia misses Morgan. So…” Stephen cocked a brow. “Don’t you dare and say the thing you want to say right now.”

But YN said it anyway. “You’ll behave, even if my brother tries to get on your nerves,” the woman decided, but the Strange couldn’t keep it at that. “So, he can behave like a spoiled child, insult me countless times, and I have to sit it out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s unfair.”

“It’s called being an adult and how one shows that they’re upon such childish behavior.”

The verbal slugfest was quick, and the kids turned to their arguing parents. “What’s going on? Are Mommy and Daddy fighting?” Ophelia asked wide-eyed, but the boys only changed a look before Vince answered his sister. “Mom is the boss, Lia,” he grinned, and the youngest Strange giggled.

Stephen sighed again. “You win,” he gritted, but his wife only grinned wider. “What a surprise,” she teased him because, frankly, it wasn’t. She always won—Stephen would never admit it, but he couldn’t deny his wife a single request, even if it meant enduring his annoying brother-in-law for an entire weekend. He rolled his eyes lovingly before taking YN’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and turning to their children.

“Are we ready?”

All three of them nodded excitedly because they knew what their father would do in just a second. Shortly, the man let go of his wife to open a sparkling portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum, where Uncle Wong already stood, waiting. He crouched to hug the lot after the three kids had jumped over the golden threshold of the portal while Stephen held again onto his wife’s hand and led her into their shared home.

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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His Sacrifice (2)

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A/N: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS

Pairings/Characters: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader, America Chavez, Wong

Warnings: Angst, talk of death, drinking, grief, stephen lying because he’s an idiot

Summary: After rescuing America, Stephen feels a mighty need to finally rescue you from yourself.

Previous: His Sacrifice

“How is she,” Wong inquired as he stood beside Stephen. The two were in Kamar-Taj, overlooking the rebuild and the training of their students after dealing with Wanda Maximoff. You were there as well, in the distance, on a balcony by yourself, overlooking the mountains that surrounded you.

“As well as you’d think,” Stephen said quietly. “She doesn’t speak very much, but she’s stopped wishing death upon me, that’s a welcomed change.”

Wong nodded his head once, hands clasped behind his back as he and Stephen watched America stop her ‘spark creations’ and head over to join you. Wong sighed deeply as he watched America sit down next to you, “Grief is the agony of the living, Stephen. She had barely gotten over you when you returned. Y/N never dealt with her father, and now she has potentially killed her best friend.”

“And now she knows what Tony did for her,” Stephen watched you as you stared at America and seemed to be listening intently to her. “I’m worried about her.”

“You’re always worried about her,” Wong replied. “Perhaps now she can start to heal. She’s been in pain long enough, don’t you think?”

~*~

As Stephen approached you, he walked by America, who quickly caught his eye. She made a gesture to show drinking, then pointed at you over her shoulder with her thumb. Stephen sighed, knowing that somehow you must have managed to convince one of these students to either make you or find you alcohol.

He stood behind you as you sat there humming, legs swinging freely back and forth over the ledge. He sat down next to you. In your hands was a large black water bottle. Stephen watched you take a long swig of it, the smell of wine hitting him immediately. He grimaced as he studied you and remembered all those times you talked about how much you hated your father’s alcoholism and dreaded ever following his footsteps in that direction, and yet, here you were.

Stephen took the bottle and gave it a shake, surprised to see how empty it was quickly becoming. He waved his hand over the bottle and handed it back to you. You grinned seeing it was full again, but when you took a sip, you scoffed. “You turned my wine into water. That’s, like, reverse biblical.”

“Y/N, you’re turning into your father. Do you think he wants this for you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Can’t ask him, can I?”

“He —“

“I probably just killed my best friend, Stephen, and I just found out my dad died for me. Give me a break here.”

Oh, how he was going to regret this.

Inhaling deeply, he shook his head. “No, you don’t get a break. No more breaks for you, Y/N. You’ve had enough.”

Giggling, you turned to face him. You shook the bottle in his face before using it to point at him, “You’ve had enough.”

“I’m not kidding,” He yanked the botlte out of your hand and set it down on the ground beside you. You pouted, muttering that you didn’t care because it wasn’t even what you wanted anymore. Stephen huffed in annoyance and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to face him as he leaned in close to speak to you. “I know you’re in pain, but you didn’t deal with it then, you have to deal with it now. You are not the Y/N I fell in love with, you are just an empty shell of the incredible woman she was. I miss her. I need her back.”

Hiccuping, you raised your hand to grab Stephen’s wrist and lower his hand, removing his hold on you. You shook your head, a pained smile on your face as you looked in every direction but Stephen’s, “She’s not coming back, Strange. That person mourned you for five years. She retired and moved in with her dad because she couldn’t be alone.” You laughed to yourself once more, a sad, weak, pitiful laugh that made Stephen frown, “And now she can’t stand to be anything but alone.”

“You don’t have to grieve me anymore,” he said quietly as he took your hands in his. His cloak wandered off of his shoulders and floated to yours, wrapping around you in an embrace that made your heart skip a beat. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere --”

“No?” You countered quickly. “Because I seem to be losing a lot of people in a very short amount of time. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t. I just feel empty, Stephen. I feel so empty and nothing makes it go away and I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not strong enough --”

Stephen released your hands and stood up on his feet quickly. He grabbed your sohulders and yanked you to your feet as well, spinning you around until you were left facing him and looking up, “Not strong enough? You put up with my pampered ass after my acident --

“Well, texting and driving is pretty stupid --”

“I wasn’t text and driving --”

“You can’t lie to me, I can feel your heartbeat,” you muttered, your hand rising to rest on his chest. “I don’t even have to do this anymore to know when you’re lying, I can just feel your heartbeat without touching and I know...try again.”

Caught in his lie, Stephen moved on, thought it was hard to do as he realized how his heart started racing just from your touch, “Regardless, you dealt with me. You did everything you could for me, even when I was lashing out and screaming at you. You never left my side, Y/N, not once, not even when I gave you more than enough reason to.”

You shrugged your shoulder as you looked at your feet, “And years later, I wished you were dead.”

Stephen nodded once, “That you did -- but I...I didn’t help you after your father --”

“I didn’t let you -- “

“I didn’t push,” he confessed. “I didn’t push to stay in your life like you did for me. I, regrettably, let you go. I thought it was for the better. I thought it would help you heal. I--I made that mistake.I don’t want to make it again,” Stephen’s hands came up to cup your face gingerly as he rasied your head to look into his eyes once more. “I’m not asking for you to love me again. I’m just asking for you to let me in.”

Your jaw quivered as your eyes welled with tears, “I can’t deal with another loss, Stephen, and not you, and not again. I can’t do it.”

“You won’t lose me,” Stephen replied. “There is not a thing in this universe, or any, that will keep me away from you, never again. Let me in, Y/N.”

~*~

Being alone had become a comfort to you since your father’s passing. You couldn’t stand to be near anyone, your powers, like you, were out of control, and living in isolation just seemed safer, easier. Being alone felt like the best possible way to protect your heart, but Stephen wouldn’t sit back anymore.

Kamar-Taj, he realized, was not exactly what you had needed. Perhaps looking at the destruction your best friend had done was not the constant reminder you needed of putting her through a portal, not knowing if she survived or not. Instead, you found yourself staying in the Sanctum. You were given plenty of space, so as not to overwhelm you, to not push too hard, but given just enough attention to show you that Stephen meant what he said, and that he, once again, was finally able to uphold a promise.

Years of diappointment from Stephen because of emergency surgeries, award ceremonies, the sheer arrogance that followed him everywhere he went, seemed to slowly melt away as a better man appeared in his place and seemed to be fulfilling the role you had always wanted from him.

Some mornings were horrible. Getting out of bed was a task you couldn’t undertake. Instead of yanking the covers off and kicking you out of bed, Stephen was there with a coffee and pastry from your favorite bakery. Sometimes, he was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against your bedframe as he drabbled on about something Wong had told him about ‘dark ancient mysteries’ and more things of the like that he, admittedly, was not paying attention to, but he knew youd’ be entertained by whatever he actually did manage to listen to.

On other days, Stephen was showing you the world. You had been sheltered in hiding for so long, that he felt you needed to really breathe and let loose. Sometimes, you were at the top of a mountain, and you let out a scream of grrief that let an avalanche cascade for miles. Other times, he was fulfilling his own fantasy of whisking you away to places he never had the chance to when he was a neurosurgeon. It was at those times that Stephen realized there was a part of you that he remembered still being there, the little fire inside you that had yet to completely be blown away by grief grew more and more each day.

Some nights you’d take a portal into a historical library in the middle of the night to wander around in silence while security tried to find out who was wandering their halls and giggling. Other times, you were devouring frites in Belgium before exploring the countryside.

Perhaps you and Stephen had yet to reignite the long relationship you two once had. Stephen was afraid of pushing you too far and too soon, no matter how much his heart ached for you. And you? You were still terrified of the thought of losing Stephen again, keeping you from doing anything more than patting him on his arm while thinking back on the kisses you two used to share.

Perhaps, one day, neither of you would allow your fear to overtake your love.

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queenofspades6 · 2 years

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New Haircut – Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen Strange broke your heart to protect you from himself, but when you leave the Sanctum without a word, he realised his mistake, but you’re gone… are you really?

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader.

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and angst.

Author Note: Hi! I just had a new haircut, and I thought ‘what if I wrote a fic with trader having a new haircut, and Stephen Strange’. I hope you’ll like it! Feel free to like, comment and reblog my work, I am forever grateful for the support!

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Being Stephen Strange’s apprentice and also an Avenger wasn’t always easy. With the death of Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers, you couldn’t keep living in the Avenger Tower. Stephen Strange had always been of your deepest friends, and watching your distress, he asked you if you would love to learn the Mystic Arts. Without a second thought, you said yes.

And here you were, being his apprentice. There was always a spark of attractiveness, a spark of ‘something more’ between Stephen and you, but at the time he was with Christine, and then, he couldn’t let her go. However, with your stay at the Sanctum, everything changed. You were taught the Mystic Arts by several Masters, and obviously Stephen was your favorite. He was always spending more time to you, throwing you small glances when you were training, and always helping you practice after. To say you were in love with Stephen Strange was an understatement. But when you tried to tell him how you felt, Stephen almost rejected you. Not directly of course, but it still hurt. You could remember this night like it was yesterday.

“Stephen? Can we talk?”

He was sitting on the rooftop looking at the sun slowly retreating himself.

“About what?”He answered.

“About what I feel, how I feel towards you.”

His gaze was fixed on you, admiring your features, and how your brows were furrowed, scarily waiting for his answer. He took a deep breath before answering.

“We can’t.”

“What?”

“ I-I… You, and me, we can’t.”He repeated, not daring to look at you.

“And why’s that?”You questioned, your hands on your hips, anger rising in you.

“You know why.”

“I don’t. But what I know is how infuriating you can be sometimes, Stephen!”

His fists clenched, and his gaze remained on the ground.

“There’s Christine.”He spat, without looking at your face.”I still care for her.”

And with these words, your heart broke. He was still in love with Christine, probably in every universe, and there was nothing you could do about it. It was just meant to be.

So, you did what you did best. Fleeing. You left the Sanctum for a month, leaving a small note to Wong and Strange.

“I’ll come back.”

And you left.

Stephen spent weeks trying to understand what he did wrong, what led you to leave. He knew deep down; he was the one responsible. Lately, he had been cold with you, making you think he didn’t really care. And he remembered the conversation you had with him before leaving. You tried to confess, and even if he didn’t want to, he rejected you. It was easier for him to reject you, than love you. He was terrified of hurting you, and ruin everything. But while trying to protect you of himself, he lost you, and he couldn’t forgive himself.

‘What if she doesn’t come back?’Stephen asked himself every night. ‘What if she’s dead?’ So many ‘What if’ without any answer. It was driving him mad. He knew if you had left, it was for a good reason, and he had no right to look for you. He couldn’t. And he waited. Days after days, transforming into weeks. He was losing hope, every day telling himself ‘one more day, and I’ll look for her’ but he never did.

“Don’t go looking for her, Stephen.”Wong told him once in an authoritarian tone.

“What if she’s hurt? Or worse, what if she’s been kidnapped?”

“She’s not. Don’t forget who she is. She is not a child; she can handle herself without you.”

“But-“

“No, but, Strange. You didn’t lose her. Not yet.”Wong spilled.

“Not yet?”

“Nobody’s irreplaceable, Strange, and if you don’t say what you feel to Y/N, she’ll move on. She’s not gonna wait forever.”

Stephen Strange nodded. Wong was right. He needed to face his fears, once and for good.

*****

And one day, when he didn’t expect you the most, you entered the Sanctum, a huge smile on your face and a new haircut. Instead of your long brown hair, he found you with a square cut. You had left the Sanctum’s robes for a lighter outfit, a skirt and a t-shirt. When Stephen saw you, he couldn’t ignore your white aura lightening the room. He smiled.

You had finally returned.

He approached you with a sudden shyness.

“Y/N.”He murmured, almost like a prayer.

“Stephen.”You smiled.

“You look-“

“Beautiful? Brilliant? I know.”

A smile escaped his lips.

“I was going to say different, but that works too.”

“I needed some change. I needed to find myself.”You whispered, smiling shyly.

“I know, he replied, I am sorry.”

You frowned.

“You don’t need to be. Now I know how you feel. I am glad you told me.”

“Y/N-“Stephen tried to say.

“Let me finish, Stephen.”

He glanced at you and nodded.

“It was hard at first, but I am glad I know the truth. Better the truth than a sweet lie. And I needed to lose you to love me. Don’t apologize.”

Stephen saw the hurt on your face, and he hated himself for that. He wanted to protect you, and he failed. Because he lied to you, he destroyed you. ‘And what if I try?’He asked himself, fearing the answer.

“Stephen? Do you hear me? If you don’t wanna see me again, I’ll leave. Just say the word.”You bluttered, tears stinging in your eyes.

“Y/N! Listen to me.”

You didn’t want to, you wanted to flee again, and never return, but you had changed, and that new haircut gave you confidence.

“I am sorry I hurt you.”Stephen muttered.”I am scared, Y/N. I am terrified that if I let myself love you, I’ll hurt you.”

He took a deep breath, before looking right into your eyes.

“I lied when I told you I still loved Christine. I don’t. She’s happy, and I understood I wasn’t the one for her. And now, I am scared, I’ll hurt you too, Y/N, if I let myself love you.”

Tears were running down your cheeks, and Stephen was looking for your hands. He grabbed your hands and caressed them slowly.

“But what if it works, Stephen? What if you take the chance? Because if you don’t, you’ll never know the answer.”

He caught one tear falling on your cheek and wiped it with his hand.

“Love can hurt, Stephen Strange, but with the right person, it’s worth it.”You declared, a new spark of hope in your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N. Deeply. Sincerely. Universally. I won’t lie to you, I am scared I am not good enough for you, but without you gone for a month, i know I want to try. I need to try. I can’t ask myself everyday ‘what if she was with me?’."

You sobbed. It was too much to process right now.

“Y/N, be with me, you won’t regret it, I promise.”

You approached him, and he took some shy steps towards you. His hand touched your face and lingered on your cheek where the tears were falling, and then on your lips, where he had dreamed of kissing you. His lips were dangerously close, and you couldn’t say no to the feeling in your stomach. You kissed him. His lips were intertwined with yours in a passionate kiss, and his hands were rested on your back.

“Be with me.”He declared, almost like an order.

“I will.”

Stephen Strange smiled, and you swore you saw some tears in the corner of his eyes.

In Stephen’s arms, you smiled, and laughed.

“What is it?”He questioned.

“It’s my new haircut that made you change your mind?”You asked in answer, still laughing in his neck.

“Definitely.”

It was definitely because of the haircut.

Definitely.

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men

This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭

(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)

Anaconda

Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3

• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK

No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it

Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised

Badly.

He kissed it better

He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass

He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek

Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room

No shame

• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS

This boy is tall.

Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.

He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders

Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit

From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass

There will be bruises.

When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes

genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough

• THOR ODINSON

He worships your ass

Has never seen anything like it

He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard

He likes eating ur ass

"A gift from Venus no doubt"

Definitely carries u

"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."

Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty

• LOKI LAUFEYSON

Won't deny how smitten he is about it

Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught

Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?

Definitely ruins him

He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow

You in a suit?

He fainted, literally.

Thor laughed at him for days.

• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES

Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-

sNAP THEM SHIT

Very touchy behind closed doors

Doesn't like showing PDA

Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it

If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it

No hesitation

If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it

• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE

This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon

Skilled with his hands

Literally up to no good,

Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u

Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u

Knows you love it

"It was the cloak"

The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.

It was not happy

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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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supercap2319 · 4 months

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Y/N all but ran into the living room where Tony, Natasha, And Stephen were. Tony was tinkering with a project he was working on. Natasha was watching Brave. And Stephen was hovering in the air, his magical cape feeding him popcorn. When they saw Y/N, they frowned. "What's wrong with you, Kid?"

"I just saw Peter." Y/N gasped.

"And what did Underoos do?"

"I caught him masturbating to a picture of me. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. Even more embarrassing than the time I found out Mr. Doctor Stephen Strange did internet porn for money."

Stephen's eyes widened at that and he fell on his ass. Tony looked down at the sorcerer. "You did?"

"I was in college and I needed the money. Damn, I thought I erased all those away with magic." Stephen mumbled.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #doctor strange #stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch #tom holland #peter parker #tony stark #natasha romanoff #robert downey jr #scarlet johansson

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cupofcappuccino · 2 years

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when I said I liked men, I meant fictional men ♡

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arkytiorwrites · 2 years

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I’ve Got the Old Man’s Car!

I won’t lie, this was heavily inspired by this Y/N Marvel video. I couldn’t not.

Tony walked into the common room of the Avengers Compound with a perturbed expression. The rest of the team was scattered across the room in small groups of two or three, and the occasional lone wolf; Wanda was in the kitchen cooking dinner with Vision's help.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?" the billionaire asked.

“Nope, sorry,” Wanda called absently as she sprinkled spices into the large pot.

"I can't find Bucky, either,” Steve admitted from where he sat drawing on the couch directly facing the 60” flatscreen TV.

“I cannot find Loki, as well," Thor confessed over the rim of his mug of beer.

"I would look outside if I were you," Natasha advised, leaning against the top of the bar.

"Should I be worried?” Tony half-joked as he walked over to the bay windows over-looking the grounds.

“I have Stark’s keys!" Loki bellowed as he raced across the lawn towards the garage.

"I've got Steve’s wallet!" Bucky added as he vaulted over a row of shrubbery.

"And I know a shortcut to Red Robins!” Y/N whooped as they keyed open the doors and deftly caught the fob the Frost Giant tossed them.

“Is that ... my Mclaren?” Tony asked as the trio pulled out onto the drive with a squeal of tires and loud revving.

Everyone stared in amazement as the resident troublemakers drove off into the sunset.

Tony, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Steve, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Sam, even Doctor Strange; who was there to evaluate Y/N’s ablities in the first place.

“Yup, you two are definitely soul twins,”Nat chuckled.

Tony shot the Russian assassin a look, then began to laugh as well.

“Yeah. They’re something else, aren’t they?"

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syngrafaes09 · 1 year

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Y/N Stark: Hey, dad, I watched this really scary movie. Can I sleep with you and mom tonight?

Tony: What? You have watched horror movies before and have slept through the night. You'll pass.

Y/N: But it's Halloween tonight. What if-

Tony: Y/N you're seventeen, not seven like Morgan!

Y/N: Fine

*Later*

Y/N: Hey Stephen, can I sleep with you tonight ? I'm-

Stephen: You can sleep with me every night

Tony: Actually Y/N I had second thoughts. *whispers to Strange* Forget it. It's not happening

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pinkthick · 10 months

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Attention Marvel fanfictions writers!

There is a scam going around Tumblr and AO3. I checked my inbox recently on one of my fanfictions from a username I can’t click on (not sure if it’s a privacy feature or something) which didn’t seem trustworthy. I searched up the username both in AO3 and Google and it revealed nothing AT ALL.

Not to mention that the group name is very weird. The basically ask you to become one of their writers and to join their Discord group WHICH YOU SHOULDN’T.

They can get your private information based on solely that.

Wording may change from time to time, but it's all the same. It’s spam most of the time but it would be a good idea to delete the message.

The message read as follows (some details blanked out for safety etc.):

Be safe people!🫡

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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"Face your fears, Doctor Strange." || S. Strange

[GIF is not mine!]

pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

word count: 4.6k (ooooops?)

summary: After saving the universe and becoming the Infinity Witch, Tony's younger sister felt nothing like her former self. Stephen screwed up badly, but Earth-838 Christine helped him see that he could truly become happy only through facing his fears (I'm terrible at summaries, so please ignore this accident, thank youuu.)

warnings: MoM spoiler (not really, but i just put it in), sad boy Stephen, a bit of swearing, my grammar (yes, that's a warning because I wrote this in the middle of the night and I don't trust my own beta-reading skills lol), a bit of angst, fluff at the end, that should be all, if not tell me!

author's note: Well, Well, Well. Welcome to my first ever uploaded story. Please be kind to lil' old me because that's the first one, and my anxiety is at an all-time high. But my utter adoration for this man has to come out, so… enjoy, I guess?

Lovely comments and reblogs would be much appreciated! Loads of love for reading, people! <3

“Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

The words of Christine Palmer echoed through his head as he stood on the verge of the conjured portal, his shoe tips already gracing the ground of the coniferous forest. Blue eyes overlooked the grant lake at which shore a lovely wooden cabin sat, the sun rising over the cloudless sky and the birds singing their songs, unbothered by the unusual sound of the golden sparking portal. He knew he had to do it, knew how bad he screwed the only good thing in his life up, and how bad he treated the woman he loved the most.

Stephen Strange rarely felt fear creeping up in his body, but now, on the edge of facing his biggest mistakes, he felt it – cold and icy within his veins, while the blue of his eyes searched the shore for the distinctive hair his lover called her own. Emptiness was the only thing that greeted the Sorcerer at that moment, and Stephen sighed deeply.

“Stop being a headless chicken, Strange,” he scolded himself in a hushed voice and stepped over the portal barrier and onto the soft ground of the woods surrounding him now. “Finally!” Wong’s voice reached him, and Stephen turned around to see the Sorcerer Supreme standing behind him in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, a bowl of cereals in hand. “Go get your girl back, Strange. It’s about time.” And with that, Wong raised a hand and closed the portal with the spoon still between his fingers.

The doctor sighed again, even deeper now that Wong knew of his whereabouts because he would never hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed. He had to get this right, had to undo the unspeakable things he had said to her on that fateful day, and he had to bring her back, bring her home. Even though he had fought aliens, monstrous creatures, and broken witches and saved the universe probably multiple times (with the occasional help of others), he never feared something more than this moment.

Facing your fears and mistakes was something entirely different.

Stephen Strange had to travel through the multiverse to understand this essential part of being human. He wondered how he had survived this long.

A closing car door brought the Sorcerer back into reality, and after turning his head in the direction of the sound, Stephen stared into a familiar pair of eyes. It always astounded him how similar the Stark siblings were but so different at the same time. The man was considered exceptionally intelligent, but this… he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Strange.” Stephen suspected that his appearance wouldn’t be welcomed by the older Stark – and he was dead-on right. “What are you doing here of all places? Got something muddled up with your magical, glittering GPS? I hope so because if you landed here intentionally, I’m forced to remove you off this property.” Yep, still not a fan.

The man held both his hands up in defeat. “Listen, Stark. I only came here to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She deserves an apology, an explanation, anything, really. I’m not here to stir a fight because I’m not here for you, but for her.” Stephen really tried to be polite because even though Iron Man retired right after their victorious fight over Thanos, the suits were still somewhere around. He never would destroy them if his sister was here, not with the screaming red target on her back, now that she probably was the mightiest creature in the entire multiverse.

Well, she would be faster in eliminating an enemy than any of his machines.

Tony Stark scoffed and scooped up the little copy of his as soon as she ran to her father. “Your very existence is stirring up a fight, Strange. She came to this place for a reason, and the reason is called Stephen A-hole Strange.” The man was interrupted by Morgan. “What is an A-Hole, Daddy?” Tony couldn’t hide the slight grin forming on his face before shaking his head and kissing her temple. “Later, munchkin. ‘Promise.” Then, it was Stephen’s turn all over again. “She doesn’t wanna see or hear from you. She doesn’t wanna even acknowledge your existence on this planet, in this universe, and she certainly isn’t interested in anything you could let that mouth of yours escape. You hear me?”

The Sorcerer had to look elsewhere, to not crumble under the older Stark’s glare. This was a terribly bad idea, and now Stephen had to endure it in order to maybe get the love of his life back. He should’ve prepared a damn speech in advance.

“Tony.” He never called him that. “Please.” He never begged for something. “I just need five minutes with her. If she’s still that furious like she left me, you will never have to see me again because she probably kills me with her own hands. If I hurt her all over again, you can strangle the life out of me. See? A win-win situation.”

Tony had already lost after the Sorcerer’s pleading, especially after one look at his darling wife, standing outside on the patio, arms crossed and a soft expression on her face. At that moment, Tony knew he had to give in to do the right thing – and to be a role model for the tiny person on his arm.

Stephen felt a change in the air before the Stark gave him one firm nod. “You’ll get five minutes. If she starts screaming, I’ll end you. If she starts crying, I’ll end you. If she demands that you’ll leave, I’ll probably end you anyway because she went through enough to take your bullshit on top of that, wizard. Have I made myself clear?” The doctor swallowed the retort lying on his tongue – damn, that was hard - and nodded. “Perfectly clear,” he agreed and walked closer to the house.

He offered Pepper Stark a small smile. “Thank you.” It was only a whisper, barely above his breath, but he knew he would’ve never made it through Tony without her help. The redhead smiled softly and gestured around the cabin. “She is in the back, her usual spot. Tell her how you feel, and everything will be alright, Stephen. She is just as lost without you as you are without her.” She always liked him more than Tony Stark probably would ever master in his life.

But sometimes, a single person on one’s side was enough.

With measured steps, Stephen rounded the cabin’s patio to make his way down to the landing stage where the younger Stark sibling loved to sit, offside the sometimes hectic environment inside the house or to escape the buzzing city. Even now, it seems that she preferred the quiet- and calmness of the lake over the town she escaped weeks ago.

His heart pounded in his chest, trying to escape the confinements of his ribcage to either vanish and hide or to run to the woman it loved the most, to finally feel whole again. Stephen wasn’t sure which option it would be while knowing the truth deep to his core. It was strange, that thing called Love, and it still scared the living hell out of him, but as Christine in one of the multiverses had said: He must face his fears to be finally and completely happy. And maybe even a man like him deserved happiness in his life.

And then the moment was there he dreaded such a long time because it could either mean the inevitable end of everything or lead to more heartache and longing – from his side, of course. Stephen wasn’t even sure how she felt about the entire ordeal, nor what she thought about him after he had said these awful things no lover should ever yell to one another. The memory alone caused the Sorcerer to flinch violently while taking the last corner and immediately stopping dead in his tracks.

The sun rays kissed her long locks, floating in the warm spring breeze, the dark but always softly and mischievously shimmering eyes closed, while a concentrated frown graced the soft features Stephen could admire for endless hours. There was no doubt that the Sorcerer would ever get tired of her face – of her altogether. And now, after the long absence of her presence in his life, Stephen couldn’t stop staring at her in utter awe; he felt like a lovestruck teenager. Too madly in love to do anything else but stare while the tongue in his mouth got twisted, and if he dared to speak, he would never get one syllable over his lips. It was a curse, really, and it always struck the doctor within her reach, now more than ever – because now, the hero knew what rested underneath the surface of this beautiful woman.

What have I done? What on earth had pushed me to say these words that ended everything and led us here? What happened to us?

Only the stars knew the answer to these essential questions, and Stephen felt salty tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He watched as her right hand rose from the wood of the already slowly withering landing stage, and he witnessed with wide eyes how she used the powers the Infinity Stones had gifted her. Nothing more than a flick of her hand was necessary to let the dead flowers beside her grow again, to spread their beauty along the entire edge of the lake. Except for the spot he stood on. And if that wasn’t clue enough, her voice exposed his presence.

“What do you want, Stephen?”

It sounded emotion- even lifeless and that was the ultimate trigger for his persistence to take its first breath of life in a very long time. Stephen needed her as much as she does, and he would not return to the Sanctum before she listened to him – really listened.

“I forgot that sneaking up on you isn’t an option anymore,” he smiled softly before taking one step forward. Then another one. And after that, he became bold and took the third one, just to run into an invisible wall and rubbed his nose. “Ouch.”

She only sat there, motionless, staring straight onto the glistening lake. “I don’t need these abnormal powers to hear you, Stephen. You’re louder than a grizzly as soon as you leave the city behind.” The Stark fell silent before scoffing quietly. “You’re, by the way, very welcome. I wasn’t sure if I only should let you run into a wall or if I should just shock you right away so you’ll leave me the fuck alone.” Her arms entwined around her shins to pull both legs closer to her chest. “Just leave me alone, Stephen. You damaged enough, and I’m not interested in one of your outbursts. I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you on top of everything else. Look for someone interested in your company and the bullshit that comes out your mouth because I am certainly not available.” Yep, another Stark who dislikes me, great.

Stephen swallowed thickly, but instead of retreating, he pressed both of his scarred hands onto the invisible barrier which kept him and her apart. This barrier stood for so much more than just a physical separation, and the Sorcerer’s heart ached at the thought alone. The tears came back, and with them, Christine’s words: “Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

Blue eyes raised to gaze over the side profile of the younger Stark, and Stephen softly called her name. Of course, she didn’t react, so he used the one thing he desperately hoped still worked because if, there would still be hope. And hope was the only thing that kept the doctor going and breathing. “My love.” Pain flooded the delicate features, and the Strange exhaled the held breath. He whispered the words again, leaning his forehead against the atmospheric barrier, but kept his gaze fully on the woman in front of him. Her hands grabbed the fabric of her flannel with a deathly grip. Soon after, she buried her face between the knees to hide the welling tears in the ocean that were her eyes.

Hope was still there.

She knew he was there as soon as the first sparks of the portal emerged in the air. She felt it within her body in which these awful powers were locked and secured and connected the woman with the vastness that was this universe. It scared the living shit out of her and constantly reminded the Stark that now she was just another abomination within the fight between Good and Evil. Perhaps it only was a matter of time until the enemies tried to get their hands on her and the powers she never asked for. But now, she had to protect them at all costs because they belonged to her, and without them, she would never be whole again; she would never be herself again, even though the thought alone of being a powerful being made her sick to the core. She never wanted to play a part in the game that was the fight in the never-ending and dangerous multiverse.

With Stephen at her back to protect each other, life seemed to work out, even though she felt like a child who had just learned to use their magic properly. But then, one fateful day appeared on the path that was her life, and the happiness vanished like the dust after Thanos erased half of the universe.

Silence settled over the Sanctum, but her mind screamed at the top of its lungs. The pain never subsided; the connection to the entire universe sucked up all the energy she could master to gather over the day and left her behind as an empty shell. The ray of sunshine that once was the younger Stark sibling died between her snap while wearing the Infinity Gauntlet and her absorption of every single atom of every single Infinity Stone.

Slow steps moved her to raise her head and look over one shoulder to see Stephen Strange approaching. She had settled down in the library, waiting for him to come home after the mission, and had been there ever since she woke up after sunrise. A tired smile forced her lips apart, and without a second thought, she took the outstretched hand to get back on her feet. Even though the armchair was the comfiest of all the interiors within the library, she just couldn’t sit any longer. The woman steadied herself with both hands on his lower arms before wiping away the tears on her cheeks, but Stephen had already noticed them.

“Is everything alright, my love?” He asked gently, cradling her delicate face in his scarred hands and wiping the remnants of tears away. The Sorcerer bowed his head to softly kiss her forehead as soon as a sob recked through the more petite body of the woman he loved. It pained him to see her like that, so much was obvious, but the Stark suspected something boiled within the man she loved. Something seemed off ever since he came back from the mission before the last one, where he had found her sitting motionless on the grand staircase leading from the foyer up to the rooms. She just hadn’t had the strength to get up and move – to live, actually. Since that night, Stephen held something back, and that seemingly wanted to escape today.

She sniffled, and with harsh movements, she erased every sign of weakness off her cheeks. “I just can’t take it anymore, Stephen. I’m this shell of my former self, I don’t recognize myself in mirrors anymore, and I just can’t. I can’t hold myself together any longer.” He had to understand. A long time ago, Stephen Strange was desperate for an answer, of an escape route to get back to his former extraordinary self, so he must see her point now. The Stark woman hoped desperately because she lived for hope and the light at the horizon, but one glance up at his handsome face, and she knew that there wasn’t any hope.

He doesn’t understand. Why doesn’t he understand?!

His hands fell from her face, landed on her slender shoulders, and squeezed tightly. “Listen carefully now. You cannot throw everything out of the window just because this one time, it gets hard. You must stay strong and push through it, no matter the cost or afford it takes. You cannot just give up without even trying.” She flinched as if Stephen had struck her with full force.

He couldn’t have said that. Never. Not Stephen, who was always worried about her, who would do anything for her, and who helped her through every dark episode of her life – until now. Out of his grasp, the Stark stepped away and eyed him with boiling anger.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She seethed the words, almost whispering them through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer cocked one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The woman raised both hands and pushed forcefully against his chest as he dared to step closer again. “I said: That’s rich coming from someone like you.” Stephen scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean. You talk nonsense. Really, I don’t understand anything coming from you anymore. Your words, your actions – nothing makes sense anymore. Where is the strong, sassy, intelligent, and hard-fighting woman I fell in love with all those years ago? Where did she vanish? Did she get dusted, and you were the only thing left behind? An empty shell of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?! You... This… this shell is just pathetic.”

She flinched again, and tears full of anger rose to the surface. But she fought them back bravely because, at this moment, she swore that this man would never see a single tear of hers ever again. “Now I am the pathetic one? Do I have to remind you of your past, Stephen Strange?! Did you lose your memory while being dusted for five entire years? Did you forget what happened all those years ago in this fucking car?! Do I have to remind you again that you thought your life was over for months on end because of your fucking hands?! Because you weren’t longer the brilliant neurosurgeon Stephen fucking Strange who would have got everything he ever wanted except for the girl?! Do I have to remind you of that?! If so, we can talk about who was pathetic and who was not because I tried. I tried so fucking hard without thinking that my life was over because of something I couldn’t control. I was ready to die that day in order to save everyone – to save you! But I didn’t die. Instead, I became this thing I can’t explain nor control, and I tried to be this… this being who can feel everything within this universe and who must endure it so it can survive and live with the people it loved, but gosh.” The Stark shook her head and didn’t even know what to say now. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care a single second longer because clearly you don’t care either.”

She swallowed dryly, pushed past him, and snatched her hand out of Stephen’s attempted grasp. “Don’t you dare. Just… leave me the fuck alone, Strange. I don’t care anymore what you are trying to say or not. This,” she gestured between the both of them, “This destroyed everything. Whatever the hell is wrong with you, get it together before nobody wants to be in your company any longer and before you end entirely alone in this universe. It’s your biggest fear, after all, isn’t it?”

And with that, the Stark just… vanished in front of his eyes. She escaped to the comfort of the seemingly only people who loved her unconditionally.

The faintest memory of this day was enough to break the woman all over again. One moment longer, and she would’ve been this close to banning him from the planet. She certainly was capable of such a thing, wasn’t she? Her powers had to be of any use because if not, what was the point in trying?

“I know I failed you.”

Admitting that Stephen Strange was wrong was something entirely new – and unexpected. Never would’ve she thought that this man could be capable of such things as self-reflection. And that was why she perked up at that, barely visible, but she listened intently to what he had to say.

The sound of a heavy sigh drifted over to where she sat on the aged wood of the landing stage, and she closed the dark eyes she had in common with her brother (who most definitely stood behind one of the lake-facing windows to observe the scene unfold).

“I failed you in the worst way possible, and I… I am sorry. I’m… I… You…” He stammered tremendously before stopping himself from taking a shaky breath. “I’m not whole when you’re not there. I’m incomplete without you by my side, not capable of doing my duties or even breathing without feeling like I have to choke on the oxygen surrounding me and filling my lungs. I… I can’t bear a life without you in it, and I feel more guilty than I could ever put into words because I never was good with those. You always found the right things to say, the right things to do, and to save me from me – and my sometimes overbearing ego.” The woman closed her eyes at those confessions, pressing the tips of her fingers against her lips to suppress the sob that tried to escape her body.

A long time had passed since she felt so much at once. So many emotions that actually were hers and not the feelings she had to endure while being awake and connected to the universe. This was human. This was how it was supposed to be. How evolution intended the humans to be.

A feeling, breathing mess.

She felt the Sorcerer’s hands moving over her conjured barrier, and with a soft exhale, she allowed him to move closer – only one step, with the border still intact. But it appeared to her that Stephen noticed the slight movement closer to her, and the woman almost felt the feeling of hope growing inside him once more.

“I am sorry for every word I said that day, for every dagger I rammed inside your heart and probably turned it in their wounds. I am sorry I destroyed your hope, and that I did not think about the possibility that you had needed a hand reaching out to you. I am so sorry, my love. If I could, I would use the Time Stone to undo the day I lost my best friend, my hold in this world, the love of my life. Fuck.”

Now she felt the teardrops rolling over the barrier as if they fell onto her cheeks and graced her skin. But then, the Stark realized that her own salty tears escaped her eyes and rolled silently down her skin. Everything hurt so much more if one was facing the past instead of running away and trying to never look back. But she was stupid to believe for only a second that she could leave Stephen back in the past because, shit, she loved this man more than her own life. She loved him so much that she would have willingly sacrificed herself if it meant that he could live after losing five entire years.

The woman prepared herself to get up, turn around, and face the man she loved and lost on the path life had foreseen for her, but the sound of steps, produced by tiny feet skipping over the wood’s ground, let her pause before even tighten a muscle. Morgan appeared beside Stephen, and the tall man looked down on the tiny human in utter surprise. Instead of running against a wall like he did only moments ago, she jumped from one side of the landing stage to the other before stopping next to her aunt.

“Daddy said I have to rescue you,” her small voice announced proudly because she had accomplished the task successfully. The Stark woman smiled up to her niece and pushed a strand of hair out of the small face. How she adored the little girl in front of her… Morgan clinged herself onto the woman, and with her little monkey securely tucked at her side, she rose onto both feet. “You rescued me. Thanks, monkey,” the witch whispered lovingly while kissing her niece’s cheeks and turning around to face Stephen Strange in all his glory.

He looked exhausted like she did as if he barely slept like she did. A good night’s sleep was nothing more than a pleasant memory, and judging by the dark circles under his shining blue eyes, he must’ve lost the ability to sleep in every position and on every surface there was. Sympathy swept through her aching body, even though there still lived rage and anger inside her, but the Stark knew that she would forgive him.

She always did.

Without even the slightest flick of her hand, the thickened atmosphere surrounding her vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. Stephen almost lost his balance entirely before finding it again and taking a small, uncertain step in the direction of the woman of his dreams. Morgan watched the scene intently – just in case her dad wanted to know anything about it. The witch knew how much the girl in her arms loved to play spy. In rare moments like these, she reminded her of Natasha. But she didn’t mind the tiny intruder because her brother would have gotten the information either through his sister directly or through his wife.

“You will never speak to me in that manner again.”

The doctor nodded violently.

“You will never hurt me that way you did back then.”

Again, tears burned in both their eyes while looking at each other, not missing a single expression.

“Never,” Stephen promised, barely above a whisper.

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “Okay.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure of what to do with it. “Okay?” Never had he felt this uncertain about something in his life, but the Stark nodded again and dissipated the worries written all over his face.

“I still will be angry for quite some time because this was unacceptable and cruel and nothing I would ever wish upon another human. You have to deal with it. We have to fix this. But we will because so far, we always found a way to get through obstacles similar to this.” And with that, she adjusted Morgan on her arm and stepped in front of Stephen, holding one hand slowly out for him to reach and take it. He looked dumbfounded, his eyes switching between her eyes and the peace offering that was her hand, but instead of taking it, he stepped even closer. A hand cupped her neck, and his thumb caressed her jaw in slow, soft strokes while leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her temple.

Morgan giggled happily while the Stark closed her eyes and enjoyed his close proximity after such a long time. She took another deep breath to inhale his signature scent she missed more than she could ever express.

“I will make it right, I promise, sweetheart. I will make everything right. Well, I’ll try at least.” It was unusual to hear him correct himself in an instance, and she smiled softly at that. “You’re trying, and that’s all I want or need,” was all she whispered before taking his hand in hers and entangling their fingers together. “Bring me home, Stephen, okay?”

At that moment, Stephen was entirely sure that he had never heard something more beautiful in his life, except for every I love you out of her mouth, maybe. And so, the former Sorcerer Supreme brought his Infinity Witch back to the place they called their home.

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His Sacrifice (3)

Masterlist

A/N: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS **last part to this 3-part miniseries***

side note: yes, Daniel is a real restaurant. No, totes never gone. I’m just going by pictures and making shit up

Pairings/Characters: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader, Christine, Charlie, America Chavez

Warnings: curses, swears, some fighting, angst I GUESS

Summary: Your life is definitely in better shape than it was before you had seen Stephen, but there’s still something missing.

Previous: His Sacrifice (2)

Staying in the Sanctum had grown to be a bit of a comfort for you. You had grown accustomed to Stephen’s greetings in the mornings, the way Wong was always in and out because of his travels, resulting in him walking in, stealing Stephen’s food, and taking a portal out before Stephen had a chance to steal it back. It amused you greatly, especially the fact that there was someone else out there who could somewhat humble Stephen.

America was in the Sanctum very often as well, usually, she was hiding around somewhere thinking that the sorcerers had no idea she was there. Between them and their magic, and your ability with vibrations, you all knew she was secretly staying here, you just decided to let her be. In fact, oftentimes you’d find America when you were alone, and you realized she was finding a reason to just suddenly ‘pop in’ and drag Stephen in with her and coax the two of you into talking to each other.

You caught America in the Sanctum once again. She was looking around your usual haunts for you, and you appeared behind her very suddenly and scared her half to death. She clutched her chest and leaned against the wall panting heavily, “Dios mio! Why did you do that?”

You smirked and crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall as well, “Why are you looking for me?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and shrugged both shoulders, “I don’t know…”

“America.”

She dragged her toes across the ground and tucked her foot behind her ankle as she stared at the ceiling for a moment before meeting your gaze, “I heard Stephen was coming back soon, and I was just looking for you to — “

“To be near him when he returns?” You inquired. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Why?”

“No reason in particular.”

“America, as someone raised by a liar, I’m quite good at sniffing out lies. What are you planning?”

America sighed heavily and threw her arms in the air, “Okay! I give up. Okay. You and Stephen have to be together, and I’m trying to get you guys together!”

You smiled softly and shook your head, “That’s not going to happen, but that’s very sweet of you —“

“No, no, but it has to and it does happen! You two are meant to be together. I can’t tell you how many times, how many Stephen’s and Y/N’s I met that were together and in love, and, and — “

“And how many Y/N’s lost their Stephen?” You asked her quietly, watching as her shoulders sunk and her eyes were drawn down, “Or Stephen’s lost their Y/N’s? I—I won’t do that again. I lost Stephen twice now, when he died, and when I wished he was dead. If…if something happens between Stephen and I, and I lose him again? Well, this planet would never see it coming,” You explained as you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself, like you were reassuring yourself of your decision. “I can’t be with Stephen. It’s, it’s not safe for, uh, anyone.”

Through narrowed eyes, she pushed off the wall and walked towards you. Her fists were clenched tightly and rested on her hips as she glared at you, “Not safe for anyone, or not safe for that heart of yours that you’re too afraid to break?”

Before you could even form a response to counter this too-wise of a child, you could hear the familiar sounds and saw the golden sparks of a portal opening. Stephen stepped through, covered in a green goo that made the two of you look at him and take two large steps backwards. Stephen rolled his eyes as he stepped in and the portal closed behind him, “Don’t mind me, I’m fine. I’m not covered in Darghulakk slime at all.”

“Don’t know what that is, don’t want to know,” you replied.

“I know what it is. They’re gross. They have six eyes, very weird,” America said, watching the goo drip down Stephen’s body and smack against the hardwood floor. “Yeah, this is disgusting. I’m leaving.”

“Good, maybe all my food can stop disappearing,” Stephen quipped as he watched America make a very shaky portal back to Kamar-Taj and disappear through it.

You cleared your throat, “I was the one that actually ate all of your thick-cut bacon from the butcher, so —“

“Oh, I know. He still reminds me how quickly you went through four pounds of it.”

“We don’t need to talk about that — “

“Your cardiologist was baffled as to why you haven’t had a heart attack yet, and, quite frankly, I’ll still get calls from him asking if it’s as much of a medical marvel as I think it is. So —“

“Okay. You’re very funny,” You held your hand up to silence him while he grinned and nodded in agreement with you, goo flying off of his head. “Please go clean up. You look absolutely disgusting.”

Stephen looked down at the mess he made and waved his hand, a mop and bucket coming flying towards him to clean up the mess he made, a spell he usually did because it reminded you of Fantasmic. He looked to see if you were amused by this, and you had the same smile on your face as you did every single time he had done it in front of you. Stephen cleared his throat , prompting you to look away and up at him, “Before I clean up, I just, well…Christine invited us to dinner with her husband Charlie. Something about me running out of her wedding before we could meet, and you avoiding her for the last few years.”

You huffed, “You said yes already, didn’t you?”

“Yup.”

“You did that annoying thing that you do where you assured her I’ll be there?”

“Yup.”

“And she was annoyingly positive and happy about it, wasn’t she?”

“Yup.”

You pouted and opened your mouth to yell at him, say it wasn’t his place to speak for you, but you shut your mouth and exhaled slowly. “What’s the dress code?”

“Charlie made a reservation for Daniel.”

You whined and started to turn around and walk towards the bedroom you had been staying in since you arrived at the Sanctum. Stephen followed you, waiting to hear all about your desire to not go to that restaurant. He could see this coming from you a mile away. He practically had this speech memorized.

“I hate Daniel!” You said, arms flying into the air. “Their portion sizes are smaller than a clit, a clit, Stephen!”

Okay. That was a new one.

“Smaller than a clit, Y/N, really?”

“Yes! I mean, who doesn’t want a clit in their mouth, but, like, I need a full actual meal before that otherwise I’d cannibalize some poor woman’s clit and wow this really got away from me, didn’t it?”

“You went on a tangent that even your father would’ve been shocked at,” Stephen said very honestly, which, rather than making you burst into tears, caused you to reflect for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement with him. Stephen chuckled and reached out to grab your hands, that were still in the air, and lowered them as he turned you around. “Don’t worry. Christine knows you hate that place too, he’s just really excited to go there because he’s been trying to get a table for years.”

“He name-dropped you, didn’t he?”

“Very quickly, apparently,” Stephen chuckled. “Look, Christine knows you hate that restaurant, she’s trying to get him to change the reservation, but, if not, I will get you the biggest, juiciest, cheesiest burger with fries you’ve ever seen in your life after sitting through dinner with her very excitable little Labrador of a husband. Okay?”

Shutting your eyes, you nodded and squeezed his hands, “Yes, Stephen. This is why I love you. You get me.”

There it was. The very thing you had dreaded on saying since you had made peace with Stephen Strange. You had worked tirelessly from ever thinking those words again, and when you couldn’t stop your brain from screaming it, you worked to make sure it never left your lips. Now you stood before Stephen, eyes wide in terror as you realized what you had done, watching as Stephen’s breath hitched and he stood there frozen like a popsicle.

What could you say to this? You couldn’t correct yourself. He very obviously heard what you had said. You couldn’t figure out a way to walk this back, which was saying something, considering that you were an absolute genius and usually always had a solution for something. There was nothing you could say in this moment that could undo the fact that you had told Stephen that you love him. It wasn’t in the past tense, you never said ‘used to love you’ you said that you still love him, and you were dying inside.

Without saying a word, you spun around on your heels and ran to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you as though that could even keep him away if he really wanted to get in. Stephen stood there for a moment processing what you said, the tone, how quickly it came out, and the fear on your face. It was obvious that you were still in love with him, still had feelings for him like Stephen hoped you did.

But, really, what could Stephen Strange do?

He could see it in your eyes. The look on your face after you admitted you love him was a look of pure terror. He was certain it was just a feeling of regret, of past feelings rising to the surface just because it was something he used to do for you after those stuffy, fancy dinners either one of you had to attend where the food either wasn’t good or wasn’t enough. That’s what it was, that’s what it had to be, right?

However, he really, really wished that wasn’t what it was. Stephen yearned for you. Letting you think he killed Tony because he hated him, it absolutely killed him, but he thought you needed someone to blame, something to help you heal, and it didn’t. Now, this was the closest he’d been to you since Tony’s death. He was a different man from before, and, god, how he wanted to show you that every moment of every day. Stephen wanted to give you the world, and he could very well do that. Stephen just wanted you, but if admitting he was still in love with you, that all he wanted was you would put this much fear into you and risk you running away, then he was content in suffering in silence, so long as he at least had your friendship.

~*~

This was so much more difficult than either of you thought. You both surprised the other with your outfits of choice. You hadn’t seen Stephen in a suit in years and he somehow looked more divine than you could ever remember. Stephen hadn’t seen you dressed and dolled up in just as long, having only seen you in sweatpants and giant shirts, if there were even any pants involved, and this? This was truly a sight to behold.

“You are a vision, Y/N,” Stephen said quietly as he admired you from head to toe. “You clean up very well.”

You shrugged a shoulder, cheeks burning as you looked down at your shoes and did a little kick to show them off, “I still got it, I guess. You, um, wow, new suit?”

“Same tailor, yeah,” Stephen agreed, clearing his throat as he smoothed down his front. “I don’t, uh, I don’t think he could make anything as beautiful as you, though.”

Somehow the burn went from your cheeks, down your neck, your chest, and even under your arms as the temperature unbearably increased and you wanted to drown yourself somewhere, “Just open that portal, Stephen.”

He nodded once, “Yes, ma’am.”

With a casual flair that stunned everyone outside of the restaurant, you and Stephen stepped through the portal. He loved doing that. It was one of his favorite tricks, and having all eyes on him, having all eyes see you on his arm? He relished it. He savored it and how people stared at him in envy.

That is, until, he saw them start to lean over and whisper as eyes locked onto you.

“They’re talking about me,” you murmured as you stepped closer to Stephen. “I think camera phones are coming out.”

“No one has seen you unless from a distance at that tower, sweetheart,” Stephen murmured. With a wave of his hand, the phones turned into butterflies and flew from people’s hands as you both entered the restaurant. “They’re just in awe of you.”

“Sure, that’s what it is.”

“I know I would be,” Stephen said, eyes looking around as he ignored the front desk and spotted Christine and her husband. “I see them.”

“Ah, game face,” you cleared your throat and turned to the host to specify you were there to meet some people, and they looked in awe to see two superheroes standing there. Stephen rolled his eyes and said they could find the table themselves as he took your hand in his and led you away. “You’re being rude, Stephen.”

“No, if he gawked at you any longer, he would’ve died of dehydration,” Stephen replied as you approached the table where Charlie and Christine stood up to greet you both. “Be nice.”

“I should say that to you,” you whispered quickly to Stephen just before Christine approached with a smile, “Hey, congratulations.”

Her arms came around you quickly in a warm embrace, a smile tugging at her lips as she squeezed you tightly, “It’s so good to see you again, Y/N. I’ve missed you! You look amazing.”

You bashfully hugged your friend, her hair tickling your nose as you returned the sentiment, “I missed you too, Christine.”

“And this is Charlie,” Stephen said a little urgently. You and Christine pulled away from each other to see an uncomfortable Stephen and an overly excited Charlie.

“Lovely to meet you too! Huge fan, huge!” Charlie beamed as he hugged you quickly.

“Oh,” You looked to Stephen and Christine who were too amused with your anguish at the moment, “Fun.”

“Sit, sit, join us, I’ve been dying to try this place!” Charlie cooed as he sat down, pulling Christine’s chair while Stephen pulled out yours. “I’m so excited to finally talk to you both! Christine has talked so much about you, and, of course, I’m a huge fan.”

You glanced to your right to Stephen, who offered you a reassuring smile, even though his eyes sparkled with mischief. You slowly shook your head at him and returned your attention to Charlie, who started to coo about how cool the Avengers were and the things he’d seen you guys do were unreal.

At one point, Charlie paused to offer his condolences about Tony, and thank you on his behalf. Christine and Stephen had watched you with bated breath to see how you’d react. Instead of breaking down like they had feared, you had thanked Charlie for his kind words and changed the subject.

Just before dessert, Charlie excused himself to the restroom, leaving the three of you alone. Christine sighed happily as she leaned forward and stared at the two of you, “I’m so glad you two are back together, nothing makes me happier. I’ve really been rooting for you guys.”

You choked on your wine while Stephen quickly caught Christine’s eye and shook his head ever so slightly. Christine looked confused by this reaction from the two of you. You set your glass down and coughed a little bit, “We um, we aren’t together.”

“Oh, oh, um, sorry,” she laughed nervously. “Sorry. I just….you two look amazing together, like, better than before. I thought you had worked things out —“

“No, um, we’re not, no,” You shook your head and stared down at your lap as Charlie returned.

Charlie clapped his hands together, “Onto dessert now, yeah? That, um, that pear tequila foam over the lavender sorbet sounds divine.”

You slowly turned to look at Stephen, your chest filling with air as you sucked in deeply and tried not to shout about the tiny clit-sized portions. Stephen sipped his wine, smirking behind the glass as he reached under the table and patted your thigh.

You missed that.

You missed the soft touches on your leg under the table, his hand resting over yours, how Stephen always pushed your hair back for you when it was in the way, the way he would pull you onto his lap or pull you into bed with him. You missed your intimacy with Stephen, but you were too scared of the ‘What If’s’ that waited.

While you were just about to dig into dessert, you decided to bring up another topic that had been bothering you since you heard about dinner that evening, and since, well, you couldn’t stop thinking about Stephen, you needed to force something different on your mind.

“Christine, I’m sorry I didn’t go to your wedding, and I’m….I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you the last couple of years.”

Christine lowered her spoon to look at you. With a soft smile on her face, she nodded, “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll admit, I was sad you didn’t come to the wedding, but I understand. I’m just happy to see you out and about again. We’re good, Stark, don’t worry.”

The two of you smiled at each other, Charlie commenting this was a precious moment while Stephen said nothing. Charlie was right, this was a precious moment. You were doing so much better now than you had been the first time Stephen had seen you. You were dealing with your life and loss and you finally resembled the woman he had fallen in love with before.

After dinner, the four of you said your goodbyes with a promise to see each other once again, Charlie commenting that he’d love to go to Stark tower one day. You said nothing but smiled and nodded to him as the two went in one direction. You looked up to Stephen who shook his head and said, “He’s endearing yet obnoxious.”

“Like the world’s most annoying dog,” you sighed. “I’m starving.”

“I figured you were,” Stephen extended his arm to you for you to grab on to. “Shall we?”

“Yes, please. I —“

Suddenly, interrupting your lovely night out, you heard a terrifying screeching noise. It looked like the world in front of you was tearing as a light blue crack appeared in front of you. It stretched open as a terrifying beast with six eyes, green goo dropping from its mouth and eyes came through. Seeing the amount of eyes, you realized it was what Stephen had been fighting earlier in the day, a Darghulakk. Three tentacles like knives stabbed into the earth as he exited the portal. Two short, stubby, claws for arms held the portal open as it finished coming through, all eyes locking on Stephen.

“Okay,” Stephen cleared his throat as he grabbed his cloak from his breast pocket and shook it out before placing it on his shoulders. “So I didn’t kill it.”

“Stephen — “

“Watch out!” Stephen threw his cloak to you, the cloak wrapping around you and flying away with you quickly while Stephen was running backwards, hurling spells left and right as the beast came at him.

Stephen was smacked by one of the tentacles and thrown into a building. He hit the ground hard but managed to jump back just as a tentacle would have pierced his abdomen. Instead, it hit the ground between his legs and broke through the concrete. Stephen stood up to run and make space, but the beast’s tongue shot out and wrapped around him tightly, lifting him into the air as it shrieked and prepared to eat him.

Was this it? Was life really so cruel that it would take Stephen away from you like this? Just when you were becoming comfortable with the losses you’d suffered, finally managing to deal, cope, even live a little, and life was here to quite literally rip Stephen from your grasp.

Before Stephen could free himself, he heard a clap. The monster suddenly stilled. No noise came from it. Stephen watched as the head slowly slithered off of its neck before hitting the ground. The rest of the body collapsed, Stephen did as well, and he quickly freed himself.

Standing behind the creature was you, a dark look on your face as you stared at the monster’s corpse. Your hands were outstretched in front of you, laying flat on top of one another showing that you were the one that had clapped. Stephen stood up and walked towards you quickly over the monster’s corpse.

“Y/N?”

“It was going to eat you,” you said quickly, eyes focused on the body. “It was going to eat you, Stephen, and I couldn’t lose you again.”

“Y/N —“

“I haven’t fought anything or anyone since Thanos,” you confessed. “Wanda was the first time I had intentionally used my powers. I didn’t even know I still could, but let’s be honest, that wasn’t really a fight. And then I saw this monster and I saw you and I didn’t think I just did it. I didn’t think I could do this. I clapped and sent a targeted vibration to its neck and cut its head off. Separate the head from the body and it’s dead. It’s dead. You’re not dead.”

“I’m not dead,” Stephen repeated slowly as he lowered your hands and stood in front of you. “I’m okay. I’m here. I’m not dead.”

“You’re not dead,” you repeated slowly as you focused on your breathing. “You’re not dead.”

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Nothing will keep us apart. I promise you, not a witch, not some gross, ugly monster, nothing. I’m here with you for however long you’d have me,” Stephen confessed.

You looked Stephen over from head to toe. He was fine. There were scratches on him, some dirt, but he was fine.. He was standing there alive and well. He wasn’t a pile of dust. He was alive and well and you had forgiven him about Tony.

Stephen was here, in front of you, staring down at you and waiting to see what you’d do or say next. For someone he had known for so long being in control, and so sure of herself and headstrong, these last few years had shown such a vulnerable, unsure side of you and right now, Stephen didn’t know what to do.

Stephen was fine. He was fine, and you were fine. Everyone was fine and alive, but you two didn’t seem to be living. You were forbidding yourselves from the pleasures of one another, forbidding yourselves from acting out your deepest desires out of fear, fear of moments just like this that could take away something you loved in an instant.

You know who was living? Christine. She was living her best life, an incredibly successful surgeon, a magical marriage to a man she was head over heels in love with, Christine was happy, living, not held back by fear of loss or what may come in the future. She was living in the present, letting herself be filled with unadulterated happiness.

“I don’t want to lose you, Stephen,” you said quietly as you finally looked up to meet his gaze. “I can’t lose you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” He said quietly as his hands came up to cradle your face. “You haven’t lost me. I’m right here. You saved me. I’m fine.”

“And I won’t lose you,” you told him. “I just won’t.”

He didn’t know where you were going with this, “Okay. That’s okay. You won’t. You have me.”

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you reached out to grab Stephen’s robes. You yanked until he stumbled forward and nearly fell on top of you. You desperately mashed your lips against his, those familiar feelings of old romance washing over you as heat flooded your veins.

Stephen’s hands came around your back and pulled you close, partially to deepen the kiss, partially to stabilize himself after nearly falling and crushing you. His eyes crinkled as it felt like a shock hit his chest, a blooming feeling overtaking him from the middle as he wondered if this was really happening.

When Stephen opened his eyes, you were standing, lips parted, panting as you nodded to him, “I’m not losing you again, Stephen Strange.”

Relief washed over him as he smiled, “You’ll always have me, Y/N Stark.”

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Doctor Strange Headcanons:

Hellooo does anyone want headcanons for other characters? :)

Happy:

He has a tea addiction

He acts like he doesn't like them but he is invested with both Peters' music taste

He is Morgan Starks Godfather after saving Tony's life

He was secretly relieved that Wong was now sorcerer supreme after the blip even though he moaned non-stop about it

He also secretly loves all of the avengers, though he'd never admit it

He's secretly a triplet

He was a vegan growing up and he tries to stick at it (but he's rubbish at it)

He is an activist for feminism, lgbtq and climate change

He's also kissed some guys before now but he still prefers women

Secretly talks to the cloak and refers to it as 'Cloaky' but gets angry if anyone else treats it differently to a precious artefact.

Massive girl dad and even though he never planned on children, as he ages he always regrets not having a child - expecially a daughter

Rolls his eyes so much because he's a mixture of sassy teenage girl and flirty

Secretly adores when the avengers ask for medical help for stupid things like paper cuts

Terrified of spiders

Sad:

(Kind of canon) He's SO insecure about his hands

He can't write any more because of them or do...lots of things

Morgan jokes about him always wearing gloves like Elsa but he low-key relates to her

He still hasn't been in a car after the accident and he isn't planning too

He always thinks of donna

He was abused as a child by his dad

After their mum and sister died, Stephen and his brother were moved to an all boys orphanage

His brother looks exactly like him but he's evil and he didn't see him after he left the orphanage and he hopes he never does again

He also thinks that his dad is dead even though he doesn't know for sure

HUGE insomniac like this man doesn't realise he hasn't slept for days till he passes out in the library

Physically incapable of asking for help

Hates conflict between the avengers - reminds him of his abusive childhood

Explicit:

Hasn't had sex since the accident, 4 years ago

Can't hold himself up on top because of his shaky hands

But he used to be a top

He was also a huge playboy

Can no longer "help himself out" because his hands throw him off

So instead he gets quite sexually frustrated

Giver not receiver although it hasn't always been that way

Has absolutely read fanfiction of himself but only because he finds it funny

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A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant To Be — Part 5 || Doctor Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K Themes: Meddling Kids, Push n Pull, Comedy(?) Special Mentions: Peter Parker, America Chavez, Ned Leeds A/N: I apologize for the crackhead energy with this one but with Peter, America and Ned working together, I imagine it would end up like this LOL. Gif not mine. Credits to Creator.

“No.” You pushed Stephen out your door. You didn't care if he didn't have his sling ring or any extra clothes on. The embarrassment tonight was more than enough.

“Hear me out.” Stephen tries to reason with you as he backs up.

“No. No-no-no. No. Get out.” you shook your head and shoved him out of your door.

“I can explain.”

“I’m sure you can explain, and I’m equally sure I don’t want you to hear it. Goodbye.” You smile and was about to shut the door when Stephen uses hand to keep it open.

Seeing him tied up on your bed was enough explanation. He was trying to scare all the men away and never see you again—though the guy tonight was a huge red flag, Stephen probably scared away the good ones as well.

“It’s been months. We should be able to talk about it.”

“No. No-no-no. No. Get out.” You smacked his hands of and pulls the door closed—

“Don’t shut the door on my—DAMMIT.” Stephen grimaces in pain.

You look down and realized what you did by accident,“Move your foot.”

“Move the door.” He stubbornly replied.

“Move your foot or I will decapitate it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You decapitate heads, not feet.”

“Move your foot or I will de-foot you.” you seethed.

“That’s not even a word. C’mon. Hear me out. Please.”

“Move your foot.” you repeated firmly.

“Why not just open the door a little more and let me come in. See? It’s—DAMMIT. STOP DOING THAT. YOU’RE HURTING ME.”

“Stop hurting you? Stop hurting you? Congratulations. You win the Oscar for best verbal irony. Now take both of your feet and walk them and your sad sorry ass to your haunted house. Goodbye.”

“I know you are really mad at me. I can explain.”

“Mad at you? I don’t care enough about you to be mad at you. Frankly, I’m mad at myself.”

“You should be.”

You scoffed and pointed at yourself, “I should be mad at myself?!”

“Yes.”

“Oh, now please explain. Why should I be mad at myself?”

“Because you're giving up on us.”

“I gave up on us? Oh, I’m sorry I made you take me as a rebound and then dump me on my birthday—”

“But now I realise I made a terrible mistake.”

“That’s not a credible defence.”

“You really need to let me come in. We need to talk.”

“You really need to leave. Goodbye.”

“C’mon. We can move on from this. You know I am a late bloomer. I just need a little more time than most—”

“You are in your forties!”

“Exactly. Who really has it all together by their forties?”

You count with your digits, “Alexander the Great. Jesus Christ. Ex-convicts. Junkies. Nearly everyone. You deserve the door slammed in your face.”

“Yet here you are talking to me.”

“My mistake. Goodbye.” In an attempt to shut the door you hit his foor again.

“DON’T HIT MY FOOT—DAMMIT. THAT HURTS.”

“Then move your foot out of the door jam, and then move your carcass out of my life. It’s really quite simple.”

“I CAN’T MOVE MY FOOT. YOU HAVE IT WEDGED.” Stephen snapped, his eyes slightly glistening as his foot registers all the pain.

You gave his foot some allowance, “There.”

“Thank you. Now let me come in.” He makes an attempt to come in again.

You placed your hand on his chest and push him back out, “You stay on the other side of this door—just like the trash cans. The only difference is that the trash cans are useful.”

“Are you really going to throw away years together? Are you really throwing away our relationship?”

“I don’t have to throw it away. You did it for me. I’m just not picking it up again.”

“You know I love you.”

“You know I don’t care. The last straw was the last straw.”

“I can get you more straws.” He says, trying to lighten up the situation, which only infuriates you.

“I’m sure you can get me almost anything—anything but peace.”

“I can get you a piece of straw.”

“Your clever puns are wasted here. You’re exhausting. Just your presence is exhausting. Just leave.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Shut the door.”

“I’m going to.” you shrug.

“No one is stopping you. See? I have moved my feet. You have moved on. Now, shut the door.”

You narrowed your eyes at Stephen and shut the door on his face.

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It's been a few days since Stephen last sabotaged and practically made a show of himself in front of—you can't even remember his name anymore—the guy with mommy issues. You guessed that shaving Stephen off like a sheep taught him the lesson not to mess with you again.

You laugh at the memory of Stephen screaming and helplessly begging you not to shave him—Damn it! I should've waxed him. You thought to yourself, wishing you could turn back the time to give him all that pain.

It’s the middle of the night now, and you’ve finished your pint of Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream. Having ingested 200% of your daily sugar allowance, and since you couldn't put yourself to sleep after an hour of trying, you turned on the TV to watch some late night shows. Eventually it only became a background noise as you became distracted swiping through your tinder account to find any interesting people who for one, doesn't live with their mother or is overbearing.

"Are you staring at your phone, waiting impatiently for a monosyllabic message from your fickle lover to magically appear?" The man on the TV spoke. It was clearly a young man with a fake moustache. He walked over behind a girl with shoulder length black hair as she sat on the couch on her phone.

"Are you sick of meeting a "bae" on Tinder, opening up to them about your life while eating cold nachos and drinking watered-down margaritas, only to have them dump you three weeks later?"

Like a typical product advertisement, the girl nodded with a hopeful expression.

"Do you find yourself being a magnet for megalomaniacs, a sucker for swindlers, a filling station for womanisers?"

The girl nodded again.

"If so, you need to find out if You Are Being Ridiculous!™ " The camera zooms as the young man with a fake moustache pulls out his phone and presents the app being promoted.

"The next time you find yourself ugly crying in the bathroom stall, download the app by weeping directly onto the You Are Being Ridiculous!™ icon. Through the wonders of technology, your tears will be instantly analysed to see if You Are Being Ridiculous!™"

The TV shows a demonstration of the girl weeping on her phone before looking into the camera with terrible acting, "O-m-g! I am being ridiculous!"

"Your friends may have clued you in already because they don’t want to hear about your failed dates or relationship anymore—but when you are ready for a Cold Hard Truth Sandwich, we will make sure to leave out the baloney!

Perhaps you are entangled with a soulmate, or maybe it’s some average schmuck who has a treasure trove of mommy issues?

Maybe you’ve found a fallen angel who needs to overcome their childhood trauma, or maybe you landed a turd that needs to be flushed?

Either way, take the patented You Are Being Ridiculous!™ assessment, developed by licensed professional interns at Cosmopolitan magazine to see exactly why you give that complete loser the time of day.

But wait—there's more!

For nine instalments of $19.99, we will send your results to the TikTok therapist of your choice—because nothing says quality mental health counselling like an older white woman in an ill-fitting suit awkwardly dancing to “My Money Don’t Jiggle Jiggle, It Folds.”

So, are you ready to quit waking up in the middle of the night to confide in your new best friend, the ceiling? Are you ready to systemically deal with the fear, control, and power issues you have inside your own skull?

Then throw away those tissue boxes, call the number to chat with one of our experts, and get ready to find out if You Are Being Ridiculous!™

Just dial 1-800-4-give-him. That's 1-800-4-give him! Do it now.”

You grabbed the remote control and shut off the TV. You blinked and stared at the black screen weirded out about what you just watched. You shook your head and decided that it was time to go to bed.

The next morning

Alexa rings the alarm to wake you up, "Rise and shine, (Y/N). It's 21°C and sunny and a perfect day to forgive Stephen. . . " You roll onto your back, eyelids flying open when you realise what you just heard Alexa said, "Now Playing: When you left, I lost a part of me. It's still so hard to believe, Come back, baby, please, 'Cause we belong together."

You rose up like the undead and slammed your hand on the device to make it stop. You rubbed your hands to your face, "Damn it Stephen!" You yelled into the air.

He might've stopped sabotaging your dates for a while but now he's really getting creative at not giving you an ounce of peace. You turn off all of your gadgets, just in case an unsolicited announcement or advertisement pops up again.

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You were waiting for coffee at Starbucks when the TV mounted on the wall began showing the billboard top hits, "Billboard brings you the top 100 greatest love songs of all time! We bring you classic love songs like, 'All you need is Stephen', 'If you can't find someone new to love, then love Stephen!', 'Do that to Stephen one more time!', 'You know you still love Stephen (He loves you long time)!'"

You look around to see if anybody else is seeing this and to your dismay, everyone else seems to be occupied with their own thing on their laptops and phones.

"(Y/N)?" The barista called out, playing your venti caramel macchiato on the bench.

"Thank you." You hastily grabbed your cup and looked back at the TV.

"And how can we forget about, 'Don't walk away from, Stephen. He has nothing if he don't have you!'"

You walk out of the store, "What the fuck—" Looking up at all the screens in time square got your head spinning.

"Download You Are Being Ridiculous!™ right now! Or call 1-800-4-Give-Him."

"I will always love you, (Y/N)! Now Streaming at Spotify."

"The Man Who Can't Be Moved, in theatres now!" An image of Stephen appears holding a cardboard with your photo in his hand.

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"I don't think she's taking Phase Sadness all too well. . . She looks terrified more than sad." Ned watches you run away in the scrying crystal ball as he notified America and Peter who was still in costume after making the You Are Being Ridiculous advertisement.

"Oh wow you finally did it! Congratulations Ned." America smiles and gives Ned a supportive pat on the back.

Ned chuckles, "Yeah, after I broke twenty scrying crystal balls? That's two hundred years of bad luck. I'm surprised Sir Doctor Strange didn't kick me out yet."

Stephen's footsteps as he rushed down the undercroft sounded like thunder and when he arrived at the basement, he found America dressed as you, Peter dressed like a 70s news anchor and Ned hugging the scrying crystal ball on his lap.

"Can somebody explain. . .Why? Is. My. Face all over time square?!" Stephen's voice gradually got louder.

"It was Peter's idea." Ned blurted out of anxiety from Stephen's tone of voice, "Pan de sal?" Ned holds up a filipino bread roll.

"No. Thank you." Stephen blinks and then turns towards Peter, "Whatever this is, undo it. Now." He said sternly.

"Okay, okay—We'll shut down all hacking devices." Peter says in defeat and runs towards their laptops to shut down their programmes.

Stephen sighs rubbing his hands over his face, wishing that he should never have asked kids to help him out. If he they asked him what he wanted to do, he would do it right. He’d kiss you and tell you how much he loved you before he dropped down on one knee and begged you to forgive him. If you said no, then he would have courted you and proved to you how much he cared for you. He should have-

"Sorry, Stephen. We should've asked you before going ahead. . . We just got too excited." America looks down apologetically, "But we still have one more—"

"No. Nope! I have been shaved, kicked out of her apartment with nothing on but my underwear and now you deep-faked my face on the lead singer of The Script and then plastered my face all over time square?!" Stephen snapped with a frustrated growl, "What other ideas do you have planned? Paint my face on the moon?"

"Well actually, we didn’t deep-fake you. . . America went to another universe and filmed a homeless version of you. . ." Peter admitted as if it was going to make the situation any better.

Stephen's eyes scrutinised their faces one by one before bursting into laughter. The kids laughed along with Stephen uncomfortably with America leaning into Peter saying, "I think we broke him."

Stephen sighs as he stopped laughing and abruptly dropped his face into an angry scowl, "You guys have fifteen minutes to pack up your shit before I tell Tony what you've been using his tech for,"—Stephen point as Peter and then Ned—"Tell you're grandma that you actually learning magic,"—and lastly Stephen turns to America—"Take away your pizza privilege."

Stephen slowly walked toward Peter and ripped his fake moustache off.

"Ow. . ." Peter mumbled, stoke his upper lip.

"Stephen c'mon! It was a mistake! Give us a second chance! We promise we'll consult you before doing anything else stupid." America tried reasoning with Stephen, running up to his side and holding his arm pleadingly.

"Yeah, Doctor Strange, Sir. . . It’s just a test run?" Ned mumbled, still hugging the scrying crystal ball with the image of you closing your blinds at work to get away from all the madness.

"Fifteen minutes." Stephen iriterated once more, glancing at the image of you on thw crystal ball and left the undercroft so that the kids would clean up.

"Phase Sadness Status: Failed," Peter said after a moments of silence.

"No. We haven't even gotten to the better part yet. I refuse to give up when we barely even started!" America disagreed with Peter and stopped him from packing up.

"America, Stephen looked pretty mad. Plus I don't want Mr. Stark to take away my stuff." Peter said.

"Oh c'mon please? It's not going to involve hacking and the other stupid stuff we did—even though it was kinda funny— trust me! I'll talk to Stephen. We just need to wait under his head is not smoking in anger anymore."

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