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celestialnxva · 2 years

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The Race Against Time

༄ A Bridgerton x Marvel Crossover

Chapter 1: Too Little, Too Late.

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encountered a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones back in time and scattered them throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is the ability to travel through time, to go back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Violence, Guns/Gun Violence.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

WC: 5k+ words

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You’d think that after saving the world from a blood-thirsty alien, the Avengers would be able to go home to their lives with a sense of relief that they haven’t felt in five years, but it could not be any further from the truth. With their eyes fixed on the water, they all watched their friend drift away from their lives forever. Tony Stark—the man they never knew they needed the most— had a death they all did not expect. As reality sank in for everyone that he was gone from their lives forever, his death also signified an end of an era; the era of the Avengers.

The next few hours the remaining Avengers had spent together were all a blur. While some decided to go home, others— like Steve Rogers — needed to wrap up loose ends. It was time to return the Infinity Stones back to their proper places. As Stephen Strange pointed out, time travel was a dangerous line that was very easy to cross if one was too reckless with its power. As Steve prepared himself to travel through time, Stephen, Sam, Bucky, Bruce and Scott all helped him and gave him instructions. In concept, the instruction was simple: put each infinity stone back to its proper places in time and location and come back to the present time. It should have been a simple task. Steve had been capable of following more intricate orders in his lifetime. But Steve recalled what Tony had said to him right before their fated battle with Thanos: ‘you mess with time, it will mess back with you.’ There was no telling what dangers lie ahead of him while he returns the stones, so he needed to be alert at all times. He braced himself and said his farewells to his friends before Scott pressed the trigger.

Immediately, he was sucked into the quantum realm, expertly maneuvering his way through the complicated maze of tunnels to reach his first stop: 2012, New York City. He was so close to reaching the end of the tunnel when something grabbed his ankle and yanked him back. The soldier gasped in shock and swiftly turned around, blindly swinging his shield back to where the intruder was holding him. He felt his shield make a sickening impact against the enemy’s body, watching them stumble back. With how far the masked intruder pulled him back, there was no way he could get out of this realm without hurting the other and getting them off his body. The two of them fought, arms swinging and legs kicking in a race to knock the other out unconscious first. While Steve was fighting them, his keen eyes noticed that the masked stranger wore one of his own quantum suits. Quickly, his mind realized that this was a sudden ambush and that the others might not be able to bring him back from this realm. With one powerful punch, he managed to put quite a distance from the other.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he yelled into his earpiece, praying to God that Scott could answer him. “Scott! Scott, can you hear me?” He cried out, trying to keep himself from panicking. From the corner of his eye, he saw the intruder slowly recover from the severe blow. He could hear static and then a strained voice. Steve never felt so relieved to hear Scott’s voice. “Steve…there’s been an attack. I’m taking you back in five…” Before he could hear more, Steve was punched harshly in the gut, sending him flying back. He was so close to leaving. He just needed to fight for a bit longer. “Four…” he heard in his ear while launching himself towards the intruder. He could only make it so far before the intruder managed to pull out a gun from their coat and successfully shot Steve in the leg. The soldier cried out in pain, his stride breaking as he stumbled back. “Three…”

Looking up helplessly from where he was, he noticed his blood floating around him before his attention shifted to the masked enemy laughing manically. “What have you done?” He growled angrily. The other stared back at him, saying nothing except holding up the five infinity stones that glowed inside the case Steve had been carrying previously. “Two!” Scott cried out in his ear. His eyes widened in horror as the enemy shook the case tauntingly at the captain before throwing them into a random tunnel. Steve could do nothing except watch them disappear into the colorful abyss while the masked person laughed once more. “One!” What was Steve going to do now? How are the others going to react when they find out what happened? While stuck in his thoughts, he heard the intruder’s voice call out to him for the first and last time. “Good luck getting them back.”

“Zero.”

The captain inhaled sharply as he was transported back. The last thing he could hear was the masked intruder proclaiming his loyalty into the abyss as he disappeared: “All hail Thanos.”

When he finally saw the green trees once more, he gasped loudly, collapsing onto the ground with a cry of pain. He could hear footsteps hurriedly approaching him. Shaking hands carefully guided him to the cabin where he could get medically taken care of. He used the one last burst of energy he had left to look around worriedly at the others and noticed his friends’ injured states as well. He murmured something akin to an apology to his peers before he collapsed in their arms and everything turned black.

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When he came to, several pairs of eyes looked down at him. He watched as their mouths moved slowly, yet any words they could have been speaking were silent to his ears. It took who he could make out to be Stephen to slap him several times to bring him back to reality. He blinked a few times and all of a sudden, he was acutely aware of all the sounds surrounding him. “Wake up,” Stephen said sternly, though Steve could tell he was secretly worried behind that cold mask he liked to put up in front of everybody. Slowly, he rubbed his eyes to let it focus. When it did, he was met with the sight of unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t the cabin. As if he was sensing Steve’s confusion, Stephen clarified out loud. “We aren’t at Tony’s cabin. I took you back to the New York Sanctum so I could properly treat you and leave Tony’s family alone so they can grieve in peace.” Steve watched from the corners of his eyes the shocked expressions of the others in the room when they heard Stephen’s compassionate reasoning behind the teleportation to the Sanctum. He wished he could savor the peaceful moment this was, but Steve needed to tell the others what had happened.

“Guys,” he croaked out before clearing his throat. “Someone attacked me while I was traveling. I don’t know who they were, but they were wearing one of the suits.” Steve gulped as he remembered the horrifying sight of the infinity stones being thrown away and lost forever. “They’re gone. They threw the Infinity Stones and now they’re all gone.” There was a heavy silence that fell into the room when they all realized the weight of their situation. After a moment of silence, Scott stood up hesitantly, which could only mean to Steve that he had an even worse news to tell. He braced himself as Scott spoke to the group. “They must have gotten access to the suits while we were all at Tony’s memorial service. All of the suits are destroyed,” he paused and sighed heavily towards Steve’s direction. “Including yours, Captain. It’s quite honestly beyond repair.”

This was terrible news for everyone, but they couldn’t give up now. Steve thought of different ways to solve their problems and get the Infinity Stones back. One idea came to his head and he spoke more enthusiastically this time. “Well, Hank Pym is alive now, right? He must know how to make new suits for us. Why don’t we give him a call? He was at Tony’s funeral only a while ago.” Scott sat back down in his chair and held his head in his hands. “I did tell him and he said he could get us new suits, but it will be finished in a few weeks, even a month,” he stated defeatedly. Sam groaned in frustration and leaned further against the doorway. Beside him, Bucky added onto Scott’s statement to make a point. “Steve, we can’t afford to wait weeks. If we don’t get these Stones back right now, who knows what will happen?” He said worriedly. “He’s right,” Stephen mumbled. He looked visibly angry and the others know that they need to be careful with what they say, just so they don’t accidentally piss him off. He crossed the room to look out the window in order to calm himself down. “Plucking the Infinity Stones from their timeline and not putting them back right away can cause massive incursions. It could be the very cause of the destruction of our entire universe,” he spoke gravely.

Steve tried not to beat himself up for what had happened, but he couldn’t help it. He was tasked to do a simple job and now, he might have accidentally been the cause of the destruction of the universe. Clearly, everyone was at a loss for words, unsure of what to do next. There was no other solution they could think of. It was a shame, too. They have only restored the world yesterday and now they were about to destroy it all over again. Hope seemed to fly out the window forever when Bruce thought about an idea that would definitely not be appreciated by the group, but it was the only way they could successfully save the universe. “Guys…?” They all turned to look at Bruce helplessly. He gulped nervously and fidgeted with his fingers. “Why don’t we just call (Y/n)…?”

Sudden tension filled the air and Bruce had never felt so much regret speaking up for himself in his entire life than right now. When the tension became too much, Steve replied to Bruce that made him genuinely fear for his life.

“Absolutely not. (Y/n) is out of the picture.” The others proceeded to protest right after Steve spoke.

“(Y/n) didn’t even help us fight Thanos!”

“What makes you think (y/n) will even want to help us now?”

“Enough!” Wong angrily snapped at the rest of the group. He was not one to usually react so passionately, but when it came to you, he was defensive. You were his friend, even despite Stephen’s desperate attempts to convince him that you were evil and self-serving. They all looked at him with shocked expressions. Even Stephen turned around to stare at him incredulously. Wong didn’t hesitate to defend you from their accusations. “The reason why (Y/n) didn’t help us battle against Thanos is because (Y/n)’s magical gift is time travel. Don’t you remember that the witch can see into the future, just as well as visit the past?” He paused to gauge their reactions: some still angry, yet others slightly faltering in their opinions of you. He continued. “Dr. Banner is right. If you cannot wait for Dr. Pym to finish making new suits, then you need to speak to (Y/n). That witch is the only way for you all to not only locate where each Infinity Stone is, but (Y/n) can also physically retrieve it for you without any quantum technology at all!” When he finally finished his rant, he breathed heavily through his nose, trying to control his emotions. Watching the idiotic men in front of him accuse you of being heartless and inhumane for all these years has finally taken a toll on him. With Wong’s outburst finished, everyone turned to each other, unsure of what to say. They now had a solution, but they all knew that you probably did not want to see them after all the nasty insults they had spewed at you before casting you out of the Avengers team for good. Wong noticed their hesitations and grunted in frustration. “Before you say anything, I am not visiting (Y/n). You all have to go and make amends.” With that said, Wong used his magic to slip into Stephen’s hand your address and swiftly left the room.

Steve let out a sigh and stood up to the best of his ability, supporting himself on the wooden bedpost. Sam watched him carefully, making sure he didn’t fall forward. Bucky rubbed his face tiredly and leaned against the large dresser beside him. Stephen looked down at the paper and closed his shaking fist around it. “We should go now,” Steve said to him. “It’s getting dark. We should figure out who is driving and prepare some food to eat as well.” Like usual, he was the one who always had a plan for the team. Though this time, he was more unsure and nervous about their plan than ever before. Maybe because it was you— the friend they all treated horribly. He was always the one who stood up for bullying, but he was guilty of treating you more horribly than anyone else has done to you. Well— not everyone. If he recalled correctly, it was not as horrible as Stephen had said to you. He admittedly felt a little bit better about that fact and decided to let it soothe him while he made his way out of the room.

Everyone left except for Stephen. Bruce was the only one who noticed that and he made his way over to the sorcerer with a grave expression on his face. He observed Stephen and contemplated speaking to him; then he soon chose to do so. “Stephen…you know, you should probably be the one to apologize out of everyone else,” he chastised hesitantly. Stephen gripped the sheet of paper in his hand harder than before and closed his eyes. The words he spoke to you that fateful night echoed in his head each time someone said your name or mentioned you and now, he was going to have to face you in person once again and own up to his actions. Stephen was a prideful man, one that never admitted to be flawed or ever make mistakes, but Bruce knew better than that. In taking one look at Stephen, he already knew that the sorcerer has been beating himself up every single day for the way he had treated you that night. At the time, he was riled up from everyone else’s insults towards you and he simply just let it slip. “Stephen,” Bruce called out to him, shaking him from his daze. The taller man looked down at him with an icy stare before he swiftly turned around to leave the room. “Let’s go, Dr. Banner. Tell the others that I’ll be teleporting all of us to (Y/n).” Just like that, the man left Bruce alone in the room. Before he left to follow him, his eyes drifted towards the small picture frame on top of the little table at the corner of the room: you and Stephen posed together as happy as you could be, completely unaware of the big fight that would soon separate you both forever. He saddened at the sight of your genuine smile before he closed the door behind him for good.

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Within your five years in isolation, life has been surprisingly more peaceful than you could have ever imagined for a witch of your caliber. Though you are fine now, the first few weeks without the only friends you’ve ever made in your entire life had been torture for you. You had just accepted them into your life as your family when you heard the news about familiar spaceships touching down in New York City. You tried so hard to forget about this future, the future where everyone had died and you had survived. In fact, you did everything you could to prevent this future from happening while you strengthened your relationships with your friends and most importantly-- Stephen.

Stephen Strange: the man who had stolen your heart. You two had met when he was still training in the Mystic Arts. He loved to remind you during your friendship that you were the only person at the time who was able to put up with his arrogance when he first started. Your relationship started out as respective peers who called on each other for help when the state of the universe was at stake, but it quickly turned into daily visits to the New York Sanctum and late nights reading books together. What was once firm handshakes and affectionate hugs turned into hearts burning for each other with each fleeting touch you shared together. It may have been in vain, but you loved him, all of him. You had always done everything he ever asked of you without hesitation and strove to make him smile every time you saw him.

But it apparently wasn’t enough for him. Because on that fated doomsday in New York City, Stephen stepped through the portal and onto your front porch to request for your help with defeating the one Titan you knew would end up successfully destroying the universe. You knew it was going to happen. You knew that time would come where he would fulfill the prophesy you saw when you looked into the future, but you thought you had more time to confess to him before it was too late. But now it was too late and all you could do was brace yourself for the inevitable.

They were all there. Of course, the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes could not finish the job on their own. Of course they needed your help in defeating Thanos. You wanted so desperately to say ‘yes,’ to change the future by helping them defeat the man that would end up killing all your friends. You wanted to give yourself more time with the man you’ve grown to love. Even though you wanted to change the future so badly, it would risk an incursion if you agreed to help. So, with a heavy heart, you declined their pleas. You knew what was going to happen next: the begging, the gaslighting, the insults to your character and morality, all of it being thrown your way. Those were all the events you were expecting. What you weren’t expecting, however, was what Stephen had to say to you that night:

“You’re pathetic, (y/n). It was a mistake to ever consider you as a friend.”

It hurt in so many different ways. Over the years, you’ve analyzed his words over and over again. It was the way he said it so coldly, while looking at you with an arrogant sneer. It was the way he confirmed that he never saw you as anything more than a friend, even though the romantic tension you two had for each other was undeniable. But the worst part was that this was not just his final disappointment in you, but it was also his final goodbye before he would die from the hands of Thanos. Those words alone were enough to run away and disappear from the world for the rest of your life. And after that night, they never saw you again.

You slowly came back to reality after a moment of deep reflection and you took in the beauty of the forest all around you. Building this cottage in the middle of a forest was the best decision you have ever made. You had to remind yourself that this life was more fulfilling than being an unappreciated ally fighting other peoples’ wars. Your connections to nature and the animals around you were enough to leave behind your time traveling lifestyle and appreciate what the present has to offer you every single day. You promised yourself that you would use your magic to nurture yourself, your lively cottage and the wildlife around you. They provided better company than your friends have ever given. This is where you belonged: wild and free.

That is, until you heard a familiar sizzle and a golden circle appear right outside your gate.

After the shock of the sight of your friends near your home settled in, you narrowed your eyes in anger. How dare they show up unannounced and beg for your audience once again! How dare they waltz back into your life as if they hadn’t said the vile words they threw at you that continue to haunt your mind to this day! You will not let them ruin the peace you have worked so desperately to keep in your sacred space. Extending your arms, you used the thick growing vines on your fences to form them into a thick wall, barring them from even approaching you at all. You huffed at your work and collected the last of your ripe vegetables before slamming the cottage door shut.

Stephen sighed at your actions and rubbed his forehead. Your magic would be difficult to counter. It was unpredictable and he was sure that you have only advanced in your abilities since the last time he saw you. And sure enough, Bruce ended up getting electrocuted after delicately touching the vines. He grabbed the man’s collar and tugged him behind, analyzing the witchcraft before him. “Step back. (Y/n)’s magic is powerful and unpredictable. Let me handle it.”

While Stephen continued to cast spell after spell in order to counter it, he mentally slapped himself for not thinking about bringing Wong to the cottage. Once again, his arrogance failed him. The entirety of this situation was so ironic for him: before, you were trying to break down his emotional walls so you could become closer to him and now, he was trying to break down physical walls so he could see you again. Seeing as it was hopeless to try and break the barrier with Stephen’s magic, Bucky impatiently stepped forward and took out his gun. Stephen’s eyes widened. “No, don’t--!”

You were peacefully cutting a carrot when you heard several gunshots echo across the forest. The animals inside your house quivered at the sound and immediately hid or ran out the door. In a state of sudden panic, you hurriedly used your magic to calm their minds before rushing out the door and across the garden. You were horrified at the sight in front of you: your beautiful vines now withered on the ground due to the gunshots. Your eyes filled with tears, now letting the pent-up anger, sadness and revenge fill your entire body and you channel that raw energy into your hands. Seeing your hands light up, Steve took a step forward and laid his shield down in front of you to surrender. “Stop! We just want to talk!” he exclaimed quickly before you could attack. His words did nothing to ease the pain of losing your plants to destructive weapons and the pain of seeing your former friends begging you for help once again, but it was enough to convince you to disarm yourself.

You reached up to wipe the tears that were quickly spilling from your eyes and turned around, walking up the path and to your cottage. “I know why you’re here. Just...” you let out a hiccup before you tried to calm yourself down. As much as you wanted to kick them out, this was a mission that Fate wanted you to accept. So, you weakly beckoned them over. “Come inside.”

———

“...and that’s why we came to you, (y/n). We know that this is a lot to ask for, but you’re the only hope we have.”

You looked up from under your eyelashes to stare at the men inside your home. The cottage did not react kindly to the unwanted guests, with flying chairs sweeping Sam off his feet and the wooden coat rack swinging hard against Bucky’s head. But they all knew they deserved it. They were the ones who had always been at fault. You slowly moved to the cauldron and threw spices and herbs into the boiling water. “You treat me like shit for having a backbone and now you come here, five years later, just to ask for my help again?” you hissed out bitterly before turning around to glare at all of them. “You all have the utmost audacity to ask me to participate in a very dangerous mission without so much as an apology!” The chairs emphasized your point by bending forward, causing Sam and Bruce to collapse on the floor. Steve made eye contact with you with a guilty expression and you then remembered what you had to do. You let out a deep sigh and waved your hand dismissively. “As I expected. You guys have always seen me as an asset to use, anyway. Once I finish making dinner, you will all eat and leave afterwards. I will see you all at the Sanctum tomorrow.”

Though you held no emotions to your statement, the others felt quite horrible about how they had treated you. The dinner that night was incredibly tense with everyone else reflecting on what they did to lead you to the conclusion that they only saw you as an asset. You hated every second of their stay at your home because you knew now that they always put you in danger. They never gave you the peace you deserved and they only saw the value of your powers. Yet still, you had to push these thoughts away for now. Fate has called you to help them return the Infinity Stones. After that, you can finally return to your life and pretend that the love you had for Stephen and your friends had never existed in the first place.

After dinner had been concluded, the others tried to make it up to you through their pitiful requests to help you around the house. Steve offered to clean the dishes for you and Bucky offered to clear the table. Your lovely cottage had spoken for you, of course, as everything seemed to clean itself up on its own. They all stood in the center of the kitchen and watched everything gain a mind of its own as the cottage worked hard to clean everything up. While it did so, you stepped out to get fresh air, letting the moonlight bathe you with its energy. It cleansed you from all the worries and stress you had gained from seeing them today and calmed your spirit once again. Of course, this only lasted for a short amount of time when you felt a familiar presence behind you. You lowered your gaze to the pond in front of you, watching the fishes swim elegantly in the moonlight.

You said nothing, forcing Stephen to make the first move. You knew he had always relied on you for everything in the past, but now you refused to give him anything remotely familiar to the affection you held for him before. He grit his teeth nervously but he took the hint and walked up next to you. “I know...you don’t want to see us, to see me. I know I hurt you, but I--” he cut himself off when he saw your face visibly change to a look of pain before you looked away. He couldn’t admit it to anyone, but it broke his heart to know that he had caused you so much pain to the point where it could not be repaired. Life without you has been so horrible and seeing you so happy before he came here made him want to keep his distance from you, but he couldn’t do it. He needed you. He looked down shamefully and fiddled with the cuffs of his robe. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry for what I said that night. I know it’s not in my place to ask for your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know that I’m sorry. I...” he trailed off, his voice wavering with a deep emotion he had hidden from everyone except for you at this moment. “I miss you. I miss your presence at the Sanctum. I miss seeing you, being with you. (Y/n),” he pleaded quietly to you, slowly intertwining his scarred fingers with yours. As if a dam broke inside you, all the unrequited love you repressed for this man had possessed you once again. It was too much to deal with while he pleaded with you. “Please, I can’t live without you,” he confessed, squeezing your hand boldly as he waited anxiously for your answer.

You stayed quiet, trying to calm the racing heart you once again felt after so many years. You remained this tense before you forced your hand out of his grasp. He let out a soft sigh of disappointment, which tipped you over the edge. Now he is sad that you cannot be in his life anymore? How ridiculous of him to think that he could just waltz back into your life and hope that you will come back to him, a man who had never learned to appreciate you for who you are. You turned to him sharply with frustration in your eyes. “It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it? You said it yourself: you should have never been friends with me. Because that’s all I was to you, Stephen: a friend. Of course, the great Stephen Strange couldn’t even admit that he loved me just as much as I loved him!” You laughed bitterly. “You couldn’t even keep that friendship with me because you were so busy pretending that you could care less for everyone around you except for yourself!” you shouted at him towards the end. This was what you’ve been wanting to tell him for so many years and now, it felt satisfying to see the look of hurt and guilt on his face. You scoffed at his expression and stared at him in disdain. He stared back at you, comparing your expression to what it once was when you loved him. Never in his life will he ever regret anything more than the way he destroyed any chance of experiencing the love you had always wanted to give to him, as he had always refused to take it because of his arrogance and selfishness.

You gripped onto his robe and tugged it harshly towards you. He grunted in shock before he looked at your threatening gaze. “Let me make it clear: you and your friends have broken any form of love and trust I had previously held. You will never be forgiven and you are never to seek me out again after this mission is finished.” You shoved him backwards after you finished speaking and made your way back to the cottage with the others. You stopped at the door and finally said the words you wished you could have said all those years ago.

“You are pathetic. It was a mistake to ever think that you could love me the way that I loved you.”

The words you spoke were the exact parallel to what he had said five years ago. Only now, he finally felt the full force of pain and hurt you had experienced ever since that night. By the time he had fully processed your words, the others have been calling him to make the portal back to the Sanctum. Mindlessly he did so, letting everyone through before he went though it too. As he closed the portal, he made eye contact with you and he knew right then and there that he had lost his chance to ever feel the happiness he had hoped he could have with you forever. When you stare right back at him, you know that when you step foot into the Sanctum tomorrow to travel back in time and once again clean up after their mess, he will only think about how he and everyone else will lose your love and kindness forever.

And that alone was victory enough for you.

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karimac · 2 years

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...in the details, Part 8

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

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Word count: 3.8k, give or take a word

And yes, those Ninjago figures are mine. I have a soft spot for the LEGO franchise.

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Recap: At the end of Part 7, Sam and Bucky had just retrieved the shield from John Walker. This is what happened directly after that. The trip to Delcroix, LA gets a bit delayed…

“Yo, Ms. Magic! We need your help!” Darcy replied when you asked Wong what he wanted in the first place, and she pushed past the Sorcerer Supreme and found herself on the streets of Riga, Latvia. The magic used to make the portal didn’t seem to phase her one bit. “Do I have time to go get some local snacks, or is that a bad idea? I do have my passport.”

You looked at Sam and Bucky and shook your head, then you decided to get Sarah on FaceTime instead of via text. “This is getting too damned confusing!” you yelled just as Sarah’s face came into view.

“Of course you let my sister see me like this,” Sam grumbled as he tucked the shield under his arm.

“Eight brothers, remember?” you groaned as you turned the phone back in your direction. “Sarah, I will get down to Delacroix as fast as I can, but I have to take care of something first. You’re outside, right?”

“Tree behind me, so yeah, I’m outside,” Sarah noted as two small green portals opened—one in Riga, and one in Delacroix. You whistled, and suddenly a crow came flying down from one of the trees near where you were standing.

“That’s a good girl,” you said as you reached in your belt pouch with your left hand as the crow landed on your right arm. You placed a tiny treat in the crow’s beak before showing her to everyone in Riga, the group inside Wong’s portal and to Sarah. “This is Stardust, one of the blessed members of my corax. I’m sending her to Delacroix until I get there. If something is amiss, she will let me know and call on the rest of the corax to defend you.”

“Crows?” Sam asked as he shook his head.

“Remember Baltimore?” you asked as you let Stardust fly through the portal, and you watched the crow land in the tree behind Sarah. “Stardust can summon an army of crows and ravens. I am not unfamiliar with St. Bernard Parish, Sam, even if I last saw it a very long time ago. Now, I better go before Dr. Lewis decides to go sightseeing and makes Wong worry too much again,” you said as you quickly stopped next to Darcy just outside the portal.

You had not noticed the two people standing beside Bruce until now. They were not familiar, but the item they possessed certainly was. That was not necessarily a good thing.

“Kari, what’s wrong?” were the only words Bucky got out of his mouth as ten rings flew out of the male newcomer’s backpack and onto your forearms. They started to glow a brilliant green as you lifted off the ground.

“Is she supposed to be doing that? And why are they all green now?” the female newcomer asked her companion as Bruce stepped through the portal. Bruce was no longer Hulked out, but his arm was still in a sling.

“Kari, these are Shang-Chi and Katy,” Banner started to say as he continued to step forward. “They’re on our side.”

“I had to be sure,” you said as you started to lower yourself to the ground, the rings still glowing on your arms. “I fought your father, Shang-Chi. A very long time ago. It was not an experience I want to relive any time soon. I’m sorry for your loss. The rings…they told me what happened. I can read events off most mystic weaponry. And books. Not like Willow on Buffy sucking up the ink, but close enough.”

Bucky and Sam stepped back a bit as you landed, and you took a deep breath before letting the rings return to their rightful owner. “Give me a minute, guys,” you said to the group around Bruce before turning back to your partners. “Sam, I will haul ass to Delacroix as soon as I help Bruce and Wong with those rings. I’ll fill you in then, but…”

You placed one hand on each man’s shoulder and proceeded to heal them of their wounds from the fight with Walker. It hurt like a bitch, but it needed to be done. “Stay safe, and don’t drive each other or Sarah crazy. Please. And before you flip out, I did tell you I can do a lot of things I don’t talk about. If it’s a mystic weapon, I can usually wield it or at the very least pick up a bit of history by touching it. Mjolnir might be the biggest exception, but then again, I’ve never tried to lift it. Never needed to.”

“You can barely stand,” Bucky said as he gave you this very weird look. It had to be that screwy link Wanda set into motion rearing its ugly head again. “Why did you do that?”

“You know, you weren’t supposed to notice that. The barely standing part, I mean,” you chuckled as you leaned your head closer to Bucky’s. “Figures you would. And heal you two? You can’t do what you need to do if you are sitting in adjoining hospital beds,” you said as you winced a bit. “I’m not healing at top speed, but I’ll be OK. Now, I better go see what’s going on with those rings. You do not want to be on the receiving end of an energy blast from those. Trust me.”

Your footing slipped as you let go of both Sam and Bucky, and you prayed no one was going to make a stupid fuss about it. “So, Darcy, what else did I miss?”

“I knew you’d be able to use those rings!” Darcy said with a huge grin as she held out her hand to Wong. “That will be five bucks, please! Girl power for the win!”

“You bet on Kari being able to do that?” Sam asked as he held the shield a little bit closer, but then he looked down at it and saw the blood was gone. “Son of a gun…” he added as he showed the now-clean shield to Bucky.

“You two be good,” you said with a laugh as you got closer to Bruce and Wong. {{I’m faking it. Those two were in worse shape than I let on. I don’t want them seeing me buckle, or they will never head out}} you said telepathically to Wong as you more or less propelled yourself into the portal and fell to your knees as it closed behind all of you. “Walker nearly took both of them out. He damned near electrocuted Bucky, and he tried to take off Sam’s head at one point. If I see him again, he and I will have words…”

“I take it that’s bad?” Katy asked Darcy as both women moved to one of the tables inside the Stark lab. “The having words part. The rest sounded horrible.”

“She doesn’t mean Chandrasekhar limit or interferometry, Katy,” Darcy replied as she went to grab a med kit to hand to Bruce. “Sorry. Astrophysics speak. More like, ‘I’ll turn you into a toad for hurting my friends, you swamp rat.’ Like that.”

“For the record, I have never turned anyone into a toad,” you said with a gasp as Wong helped you get up onto Bruce’s exam table. “You know, on second thought, I might have tried it on Zemo or Walker. Walker got the last vial of Super Soldier serum, so everything is a mess.”

“No funny business until we get you healed,” Wong said as he shook his head. “Strange gives me enough grief, you know.”

You grunted as Bruce stood back and watched Wong use a spell to hasten your natural healing abilities. “Why didn’t you just go help them instead of doing this healing thing?” Banner asked as your superficial wounds started to close up first. “Wouldn’t it have been easier?”

“Easier? Sure. Would it have helped those two work out their problems that center around that shield? Not in the least. They need to sit down and talk. I’m hoping they will down in Delacroix. Now, how did you find our new recruits here?”

“That would be on me,” Wong said as Shang-Chi and Katy came closer to the exam table. “I brought them here from San Francisco. How do you know Shang-Chi’s father?”

“I fought in an army that went up against the Ten Rings several hundred years ago. Getting blasted by those rings is not something I want to experience again in my lifetime. Slammed me into a cliff wall. Took me weeks to fully heal.”

“So, do you know about Ta Lo?” Shang-Chi asked as he set down the backpack that held the rings.

“Never been there, but I hear it is beautiful,” you replied as you started to flex your fingers and wiggle your toes in your boots. “My people tend to hold Tír na nÓg in the same regard you hold Ta Lo, I guess. A land of beauty and mystery beheld by only a few worthy souls. So, what exactly do you need me for, Wong? Bruce?”

“Carol had no idea where these came from, and you were actually close enough to bring here to test them out. She’s….” Bruce started to say, but all you did was laugh as you reached up and patted him on his good shoulder.

“Busy? Yeah, that’s Carol. Gave the speech about you calling her? I don’t even have her number,” you answered as Bruce was now the one chuckling. “Let me pull out my phone,” you said as you held it up and let Shang-Chi and Katy see your number. “Now, if you’d like to text me your contact info, I’ll gladly keep in touch unless I am fighting in The Rift again. We get no phone signals there,” you said as both Katy and Shang-Chi sent you their details. “Thanks. And if you are staying in New York, you are more than welcome to crash at my place in Brooklyn. And I own a bakery café in Manhattan, and Avengers always get free food. I’ll make sure my managers are notified.”

“Hey! What about astrophysicists?” Darcy yelped as she waved her phone in front of her face.

“Of course you are on the list!” you said with a grin as you tried to bite back the pain of the next injury that started to heal. “Darcy, bubbala. How could we not have you on the list? And you know you can crash at my place anytime. I owe you for your help in Westview.”

“At least you sound better,” Bruce noted as he ran a scan to see how you were healing. “I would get Dr. Cho here, but she’s at a conference in Madrid.”

“I’ll be fine, Bruce. Now, what do you want to know about the rings? No one I know seemed to have a clue about their origin, and I mean that going back a long time. If I may…”

You opened one of your pocket dimension “holes” and pulled out a book that looked almost as old as you felt. “My friend Devnet used to chronicle things from our adventures. This book has all sorts of info on the weapons we came across. Here, you can borrow it for as long as you need, guys. The text appears in any language you need it to be in, so you should have no trouble.”

“That’s freaky,” Katy said as she picked up the book and the text changed to Mandarin. “What are you, exactly? Are you like Shaun’s dad?”

Your eyes flicked up at the use of Shaun, but then you realized Katy meant Shang-Chi. “No. I’m the avatar for the Celtic battle goddess The Morrigan. I have been since I was born 1,500 years ago. I know. It makes no sense.”

“It makes as much sense as a forest that tried to kill us and a soul sucking monster that almost destroyed Ta Lo,” Shang-Chi replied as you nodded to him.

“So, to get to the real nitty gritty,” Darcy said as she picked up the book Katy had been looking at, “you and the Buckster?”

“Are friends. Teammates. That’s all,” you groaned as you were suddenly very glad Bucky and Sam were not there.

“And that little head leaning thing?” Darcy asked as you held your head in your hands.

“Since when did you get a degree in reading body language?” you chuckled as Wong’s spell finally finished healing your most minor injuries. The general feeling of ick would take time to go away as the bigger wounds started to resolve themselves. “I didn’t want him freaking out. He’s going to deal with getting Zemo to the Wakandans, and Sam is going home to check on his sister Sarah and her boys. I was supposed to go to Delacroix first to help out there, so that is going to be my next stop. And I am guessing Bucky will join Sam as soon as he gets Zemo sorted. Frankly, I haven’t been to Louisiana since the early 1900s, and I could use some time down there.”

“With Bucky,” Darcy said under her breath before looking innocently up to the ceiling.

“He is still trying to get his own life sorted. He doesn’t need me butting into what he needs to do…”

“You mean that thing with the therapist we interrupted earlier?” Bruce asked as he kept running scans on you.

“Trust me, Bucky was likely very happy when that session ended,” you said quietly as you thought about what exactly John Walker had done when he had Bucky’s sessions ended on his word alone. “Oh shite.”

“Wha…” Katy started to say as she looked over at you and then stepped back. “Wings? Now you sprout wings?”

“New to me, too,” Darcy noted as she looked at the scan readout as Bruce started muttering under his breath. “And that can’t be good.”

“Kari, I think you better calm down,” Bruce said as he put one hand on your shoulder. “What upset you?”

“Why did Walker have Buck’s session ended? To be nice? Or to get him in trouble later on? Sorry about the wings. Old habits…” you said as you calmed yourself and pulled them back, the flourish of smoke and strands of darkness causing even Wong to gasp. “You’ve seen me do that before, Wong. You too, Bruce. Why the surprise now?”

“The last time you did that you went after Ebony Maw and Proxima Midnight. You did look pretty damned terrifying in that fight, Kari,” Bruce said as he stepped back, all the while keeping one eye on your scans.

“We all did,” you sighed as you hopped off the exam table. “Part of the job, I guess. Now, be honest, those rings are not the only reason you wanted me here. Did you find something in Tony’s files about me?”

“No, this was solely about the rings,” Wong replied as he motioned for Shang-Chi to come over with his bag. “So, what do you know about them?”

“Other than the light they emit depending on the person wielding them? Not bloody much. The energy signature is not anything from this world. They may be extraterrestrial, or they may come from another reality entirely. I have never encountered anything like them. They give the bearer a form of immortality, but I have no clue how it works. Is there anyone in Ta Lo who might be able to tell you more about them, Shang-Chi?”

“My aunt, maybe. Some of the village elders,” he said as he sat down and looked back at Katy. “There might be records in my father’s things in his compound. I’ll see if my sister found anything.”

“She’s been busy,” Katy said with a weird look on her face. “She runs a fight club in Macau. And now, well, she may be running the Ten Rings. I know. It sounds weird. My Mom would love her. Classic super-achiever.”

“Oh,” was the only word you got out of your mouth as you silently prayed Shang-Chi’s sister was not actually going to run the ancient group of assassins going forward. “Not weird so much as extremely complicated.” You looked at Bruce and Wong and had the haunting feeling that little nugget of information would bite you all on the ass one day.

“And…” Bruce started to say as there was a crash near the entrance to the lab. “Hello?”

“I am so sorry,” Peter Parker said as he walked in with Ned Leeds. “We wanted to help. Hey everyone. Whoa, what happened to you, Kari?”

“Tried to keep a couple of our teammates from getting too injured in a fight,” you replied as you winced, suddenly noticing Ned staring with his mouth wide open. “Ned, you OK?”

“You remembered my name,” the high schooler replied as you giggled a bit. “I mean, you really remembered my name.”

“Of course I did. I even have that minifigure you gave me,” you said as you pulled a small LEGO figure from your pouch. “Nya from Ninjago. Master of the elemental power of water. Great inventor. Brave. Loyal. One of my good luck charms, guys. I even got her boyfriend,” you noted as you pulled the figure of Jay, master of lightning, from the bag as well. “I can use all the luck I can get some days!”

“So, what did we walk in on?” Peter asked as he finally dropped his backpack on a chair and looked at your scans with Bruce. “Where are Sam and Bucky?”

“Tying up loose ends and trying to find some new leads, guys. Which is what I will be doing once things are wrapped up here. Unless you want me to go through the archives while I’m here, Bruce? I have no idea what Tony had in his records, but I’m sure some of it pertains to me. I know I scared him a lot at the end.”

“Not as much as you think,” Bruce noted as he set down his tablet. “But that talk can wait for another day. Peter, Ned…what are you doing?”

By now Ned was tapping away at a computer console at one of the desks, and soon your file was popping up on holoscreens around the lab. “Uhm, I didn’t mean to do that. I was looking at your scans. And I probably shouldn’t have been doing that either, but I’m the guy in the chair for Spider-Man, so…” he added as he motioned to the place he was sitting.

The questions started to fly after that. Keeping track of who asked what seemed a bit ridiculous at this point, so you didn't even try.

“You fought Rasputin?”

“What was Howard Stark really like?”

“What do you mean you don’t like chili dogs?”

“Who is Scáthach anyway?”

“Are there really Nephilim warriors running around?”

“What exactly is The Rift, and why can’t we go there?”

“You had a brother who was a vampire?”

“Hey!” you shouted as you banged your hand on one of the desks. “Could you all slow down please? Now…”

You took a deep breath as you tried to answer all the questions thrown at you.

“Yes, I was involved in one of the initial attempts to kill Rasputin. The bastard was hard to kill, but I was not involved in his final demise. We tried poison. He shrugged it off like water.”

This was going to take longer than you had hoped, but you pressed on anyway.

“Howard Stark was brilliant and funny, but the loss of Steve Rogers broke his spirit in many ways. That is one reason he and Peggy went on to form SHIELD. They were both trying to fill holes in their lives and honor someone who meant the world to them. Same as me with both Steve and Bucky back then.”

Then the thought of chili dogs started to make you hungry, so the first thing you planned to do in Delacroix was find food ASAP.

“I love chili, but I am not a fan of putting it on hot dogs. Not really that big a deal, right? Not a fan of sauerkraut either. Just a personal preference. Like Wong’s love of tuna melts. For the record, I like relish, yellow mustard and ketchup on my franks.”

And the history question up next brought back many memories of your teenage years.

“Now, Scáthach was a Scottish warrior, a dear friend and one of my trainers way, way, way back in the day. She usually only trained men. She made an exception in my case. My mamo, my grandmother that is, Siofra pulled a lot of strings to get her as my trainer. My mother Kennis hated the idea. Mama and Mamo did not see eye to eye very often.”

Next you had to deal with the War Host of Heaven and their earthly children. This was going to get weird fast.

“As the literal children of Heaven, Nephilim warriors travel in the shadows, and you would more than likely see them fighting demons than walking amongst us. As for The Rift, yes, I have worked with them there. Unless you are blessed for battle, a mortal cannot enter The Rift. Asgardians can fight there, though, so yes, I fought at Thor and Loki’s side there. It is the space between worlds. Think of it as the buffer zone between here and another, not so pleasant dimension.”

And finally you got to your brother, the best dancer of your clan and the one who always knew how to lift your spirits.

“My brother Ewan was turned in the early 1800s by a Norse vampire named Alrik. Ewan was the second youngest of my brothers. He was able to transform himself into emerald mist instead of a bat. That was his element of surprise. He was staked during a battle in The Rift. Goddess, I miss seeing him here. I miss all my siblings. Now, with all that out of the way…”

You walked over to Ned’s seat and looked over his shoulder. “Ned, it was an accident. Don’t worry about it. But next time, ask Dr. Banner before you start tapping keypads, OK?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ned replied, but you quickly put your hand on his shoulder.

“Kari is fine,” you said as you started to transform your uniform to something a bit more common for the likes of Delacroix. “Bruce, Wong, I better scoot,” you said as you started to open a portal away from everyone else. “Katy, Shang-Chi, I'll be in touch as soon as this mess with the Flag Smashers is finished. I am a text or call away for any of you. I promise. Sam was worried that those Flag Smasher operatives might go after his sister and nephews. I can’t let them be in the line of fire, and I know Sam might not get down there too fast. He’s likely getting a lift from the Air Force, and we all know portals are faster,” you said as you stepped through onto the green grass outside the Wilson house in Delacroix.

As the portal started to close, you didn’t pay much attention to what was going on in the lab anymore, but you did hear one question that made you freeze for a moment.

You glanced back to see Peter and Ned looking at a hologram, and then the words left Peter’s mouth as the portal closed.

“Who is Cailleach?”

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justyoursicanon · 2 years

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My Ideas that will be Work in Progress (When I feel like it)

Doctor strange x Male!Reader: Classic enemies to lovers bickering during lunch.

A normal day in the new Avengers Compound with: Yelena, Kate, Peter, Joaquin, Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Bruce, Carol, Stephen, Wong, and more.

Matchmaking with Kate and Peter: Get Agent Male!Reader and the wizard with the cloak together!

(Again I will write this when I feel like it, and when I do start writing them I will post an update! :D)

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strangesthirdeye · 1 month

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No Way (Stephen Strange x wife! Reader)

Summary: All hell breaks loose, like they said right?

Warning: It's Stephen, who doesn't love him? slightly injured, No Way Home spoiler alert for those who haven't watched it yet, fluff, mention of other injuries, special appearance,

As usual, forgive me if there are any language mistakes or confusing storylines.. also forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes.. English is not my first language

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You were married to Stephen while he was still working at Metro General Hospital and were with him when he had an incident that made him decide to head to Kathmandu to find a way to recover both hands so he could return to work as a Neurosurgeon. Too much happens as Stephen tries to recover his hands. No matter how much the surgery costs, he still wants to try to get his hands back to normal. And you, with a good heart and a patient person, try to help your husband in all the challenges you both face

So you with no choice decided to follow him to Kathmandu. And that's where all the stories begin and your new life changes. Stephen became a Sorcerer, fighting Dormamu and taking over as Sorcerer Supreme due to the death of The Ancient One and also helping Thor and Loki find their father in Norway.

How about you? well you and Wong became close friends as well as Mordo but it was only for a while because Mordo chose to go and make his own way so it's only you and Wong who still communicate but due to the things that always happen in Kamar Taj, it's quite difficult also for you to spend your time with your husband and friends.

And most surprisingly you and Cloak seem to have become good friends where Cloak will usually go to you if it is bored with Stephen or just Stephen being an ass which is sometimes. And often Cloak will put itself on your thigh like a blanket or your shoulder as if it wants to be pampered. So it's no wonder if Stephen sees Cloak with you because he knows that his relic will surely pamper you like a dog that wants it's owner attention.

But then, you usually spend your time teaching your students online in the library at New York Sanctum A. K. A your new home. So you are always alone and do your own work as a lecturer. Let me say that, you are also studying mystic art but not always because of your work as a lecturer which is often busy and also because of your students who can be said to be quite challenging as if teaching a kindergarten class. But, you still know some simple spells like opening a portal, or making things float towards you. So that's pretty easy for you too.

Oh yeah, i forgot...I haven't talked about Infinity War yet. Yeah, where Bruce Banner falls from the sky and destroys the roof of the Sanctum. sheesh.. there is a lot of money to be spent to repair the roof of the Sanctum but why be surprised? Kamar Taj students can fix it while Stephen, Wong, Bruce and Tony solve this Infinity Stones thing.. plus with you who are still confused about what happened because of this sudden thing.

"You have to stayed here.. it's dangerous outside.. I don't want anything to happen to you, yeah?" Stephen said while holding your face with both hands gently.

"Oh, you better come back safely, Stephen.. I don't want to see any cuts or scratches on you otherwise you sleep outside" you said sternly while frowning as your hands held Stephen's hand which was still holding the side of your face

And the next thing you know, an Alien comes and kidnaps your husband while Ironman and Spiderman come and try to save your husband and that was the last time you heard from your husband.

Welp-that happened 5 years ago.. where everyone in the world experienced a rather shocking situation where almost all life in the Universe turned to dust, including your husband. Lucky for you, you are not one of those dusty people.

But still, for you, half of yourself has disappeared with Stephen. You have started to feel down, you have started to distance yourself from other people.. and only Wong can give you a little motivation to continue living. The moment when the news of your husband's loss came out of the mouth of Steve Rogers who came to the Sanctum just days after the infinity Stones thing happened you started busying yourself from the outside world with work.

You have started working overtime until you forget to take care of yourself. Also, you don't realize that you have lost a lot of weight. And luckily, Wong noticed your change and tried to help you by advising you to eat and so on.

The thing happened for 3 months and that was 5 years ago. And now everyone is back to normal.. but still, the news of the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff still remains in everyone's mind.

" I'm old now" you said in a soft tone to Stephen as you put your head on Stephen's chest after your 'best' night.

"yeah but I'm still older than you" replied Stephen smirked while stroking your hair gently.

"traitor"

( don't ask me about the age..)

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So! now the real story is about to begin. So you know who Spiderman is because you met him at Tony's funeral a few months ago. And you know that he is a good teenager, and caring and also has a heroic spirit. So for you it is not a problem because you know that every teenager has their own advantages and disadvantages.

And you also understand the side of today's teenagers because you also have students who are quite ok for you and some who are not right with you. But for you it's just ok. You don't even care as long as you can teach them so that they can continue their lives after finishing their studies is pretty good.

But for you Peter is different from the students you usually teach. He is a smart and independent person but sometimes he is a bit clumsy but that is not a problem because some teenagers are still not comfortable with their surroundings. Peter is also a shy person and is quite polite with the people around him. The way he talks is also a bit soft and a little stuttering because he's probably still shy but that's not a problem either because when you get to know him you immediately treat him like he's your child.. after all that's the way you treat kids and teenagers these days.

Back to the story, so the whole of New York is in chaos when the news about Quentin Beck or better known as Mysterio has spread all over New York plus maybe the whole world through his last footage of Spiderman killing him and saying Spiderman who controls all the drones to attack the population around And the most surprising thing is that Mysterio has also spread the identity of Spiderman to the entire population of New York and said that the true identity of Spiderman is PETER PARKER.

And of course you and Stephen know about this from the news that has been playing on TV. You start to feel sympathy for Peter and his family because he has to deal with this situation. And you believe that he is not a murderer or a criminal but just a teenager who was slandered by Mysterio because of his murder. You can feel that Peter's future is threatened by criticism and threats from the media or people around him.

And what happened after this was really beyond your expectations.

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"I told you, you should check again.. see what happened now?" you said while looking for a thick sweater in the closet to wear.

"oh please, I've checked ok... but I didn't expect the Rotundas Getaway was connected to Siberia" replied Stephen who was leaning against the door of your shared bedroom while rubbing his cold neck.

You see, Stephen's carelessness has caused the entire Sanctum to be filled with white snow that has been blasted into the Sanctum through the Rotundas Getaway which has accidentally connected with Siberia and has filled every room with snow. ALL THE ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH SNOW.

Coincidentally, Christmas is getting closer which doesn't mean this is part of the Christmas decorations.. In addition, with the growing cold and thick snow, Stephen and Wong wasted no time looking for students who are willing to volunteer to shovel the thick snow in the Sanctum living room.

And the lucky thing is that your shared room isn't filled with snow so it's kind of nice too because it's where you both sleep but that doesn't mean the cold isn't there either. This has been happening for almost 3 days and Stephen and Wong are trying to fix the situation in the Sanctum.

How about you? welp- you also tried to help Stephen and Wong but because Stephen was haunted by guilt, Stephen kept rejecting your offer to help him even though you insisted on helping him too and besides you don't have any class to teach.. now it's the holidays. Of course, your 'lovely' students have returned to their hometowns.

Because you insisted on helping, Stephen finally had to give in and let you help him. So, the more people do the work, the sooner this ends, right?.

"yeah, just 'check' it. Next time check with your eyes, don't just use your mouth." you murmured while sighing heavily and smoky because of the extreme cold.

"aww, don't be like that. Anyway, this thing is under control, I'm sure this situation will end soon." Stephen said and walked over and started hugging you from behind, hoping to add warmth so you wouldn't get cold.

"I know, but still.. next time you must check properly and make sure that there is nothing wrong with what happens next time. Don't just work carelessly, understand?" you said with a firm tone while rubbing both of Stephen's arms.

"okay ma'am," replied Stephen and kissed your hair gently.

No matter how great and brave Stephen is, he is still afraid of his wife. He really can't imagine your angry face. For him that is very badass and at the same time scary. that's what Stephen likes. Yes. The scariest and cutest wife that Stephen adored.

"don't always say ok if you don't even do your work, Stephen" said Wong in his hoarse but firm tone as he was carrying his heavy bags towards the Sanctum living room.

" and where do you want to go? The work here is not done yet" said Stephen loosening the hug and allowing you to walk into the bathroom to change clothes.

" you see, I have things in Kamar Taj for a few days because of my duty as Sorcerer Supreme so I'm not here for a few days until the things in Kamar Taj are finished.. and I want what happened in this Sanctum now to recover and I hope nothing happened as long as I wasn't here, understand?"said Wong while pointing his finger at Stephen.

Wong is really familiar with Stephen's personality and he is already familiar with it. So whatever happened before, he will definitely know who masterminded all that happened, no matter the matter involving duty or a spell that went out of control because all the evidence will definitely be directed at Stephen.

Stephen sighed and walked towards the door of his room and looked at Wong with an innocent face.

"Come on, Wong. Don't worry about all that, besides, nothing will happen as long as you're not here. Everything will be fine," replied Stephen.

Wong looked at Stephen for a long time while raising one eyebrow. He wouldn't be fooled by Stephen's sweet words because he knew that as long as he wasn't in Sanctum there would be trouble. And he also believes that with you being with Stephen, you will definitely keep Stephen under control.

"I don't trust you but I believe that your wife will make sure that nothing happens as long as you stay in this Sanctum and do not do anything related to dimensions or spells or else you will be in a dangerous situation" warned Wong firmly.

"oh please, you know that I-"

"The most famous person in the world. I know. " interrupted Wong without looking at Stephen before opening the portal and then walked across the portal carrying several luggage bags.

Stephen sighed heavily. The bathroom door was thrown wide open by you as soon as you finished changing into a thick sweater. You looked at Stephen confused.

"What's wrong? "you asked before walking up to Stephen with a confused face.

"well- you know that Wong always warns me right? yes.. that's why" replied Stephen before conjuring two cups of hot cocoa for him and you.

"I see.. well, what Wong warned you is true. You have to take care of yourself so you don't get into too much trouble. And you're lucky because I have to take care of you or not, I don't know what will happen in Sanctum later" you replied before taking a cup of hot cocoa from Stephen's hand and sipping slowly. Then, the sweet and warm taste continues to soothe your freeze and dry throat and warm your cold body temperature.

"I'm not a little boy to take care of" complained Stephen.

"yeah.. whatever you say you're still my boy" you said sweetly before walking out of your bedroom.

"I like that sound of that" replied Stephen and walked out of the bedroom and was followed by Cloak who had been at the end of the room from behind before landing on Stephen's shoulder.

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"Is all this for a holiday party?"asked Peter confused as he looked around the Sanctum's living room filled with snow as soon as he set foot inside the Sanctum.

Wong who wearing a thick sweater placed the last of his bags on the snowy floor before closing the portal and then looked at Peter with a fierce expression on his face.

"No. One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. Blizzard blasted through." Wong replied quickly.

An abrupt swoosh can be heard. Doctor Stephen Strange floats down the stairs through his Cloak of Levitation, holding a mug, wearing a sweatshirt and an anorak. Its blue color resembles his usual mystical outfit. At first glance, it will definitely look like a father who is trying to get along with teenagers.

"Because someone forgot to cast a maintenance spell to keep the seals tight."replied Stephen lazily before he landed on the snowy floor and almost slipped as soon as he landed.

"Don't say that to Wong, Stephen. You should have done the work as Wong told you before" you said slowly going down the slippery stairs due to the snow and ice.

"That's right, because he forgot I now have higher duties. thanks Y/n" replied Wong.

"Higher duties?" asked Stephen, pretending to be confused.

"The Sorcerer Supreme has high duties, yes." replied Wong with a firm yet gentle tone.

Peter who had been standing watching the conversation of the three adults began to interrupt.

"Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter asked confused as he pointed his finger at Stephen.

"No. He got it on a technicality, 'cause Stephen blipped for five years and made Wong to take over as Sorcerer Supreme."you said with a small smile as if trying to make Stephen jealous. (But then again, he's really jealous but on the inside..wink)

Peter then looked at Wong with a sign of understanding after what you said just now.

" Oh. Well, congratulations." said Peter with his sweet smile.

Wong nodded in thanks. At least, there is someone who appreciates him as much as you. After all, Wong had worked hard during Stephen's absence in the previous year. He also has many services as long as he takes the rank of Sorcerer Supreme in order to protect the universe and this dimension.

"If I'd been here, then I'd-"

"-burned the place down. " Wong interrupted without missing a beat before walking past Stephen and looking at the two students who had been shoveling snow since the beginning "You two, no one said, 'Stop shoveling!'"

With a jerk, the two students continued to scoop up the white snow quickly. Stephen was silent for a moment. Maybe still thinking about what Wong said a moment ago. You looked at your husband who was still silent before turning your gaze towards Peter who had been listening to the conversation between the three of you. Too bad he waited so long. You sighed lightly.

" Steph? " you called softly as you gently patted Stephen on the shoulder.

Stephen jerked and looked down at you. " yeah"

You tilted your head as if to point at Peter who was still standing waiting for his turn to speak. Stephen quickly understood your meaning and looked at Peter with his hand still tightly gripping the coffee mug.

" So Peter, to what do i owe the pleasure?

And there goes to Peter telling him the problem he is facing in the hope that Stephen can turn back the time before Mysterio revealed his identity to the public. It's quite sad, because not only is he the target of the media, but his family and close friends are also affected. Even sadder, Peter was unable to continue his studies at MIT or any other educational institution because his identity was revealed as a murderer.

For them, they didn't want the killer anywhere near them nor did they want him as a student. Even more sad, his best friend and girlfriend were also affected and rejected because they were close friends of Peter. The irresponsible party is cruel and so is the 24-hour media that only wants to make the current situation worse.

"Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives. You wanna do it again now just because yours got messy?" Stephen said supportively. Yes, he did feel sorry for the young man but, without the Time Stone, he couldn't do anything to help Peter.

"This isn't... it's not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My... my Aunt May, Happy... My best friend, my girlfriend, their futures are ruined just because they know me, and... they've done nothing wrong." Peter pleaded. His eyes began to show sadness.

You who heard the two of them talking earlier started to feel sorry for Peter. Peter is just a boy. He didn't do anything. But, just because of that person's greed and hatred, the hope of a victim is shattered without end.

What Peter went through was too big and dangerous. Because not only the media make this situation worse, but the government does the same. Just because a hero called the Avengers makes a mistake, the government and the people will no longer believe in their safety anymore.

You looked at Stephen with a compassionate face. Begged him so he could help Peter. Stephen looked at you. He really can't go against your look. He knows, every time you give that look. He will definitely lose to you. He is afraid of you but at the same time he loves you. He doesn't care if you don't have magic or work as a university lecturer, he still loves you and obeys you.

Stephen looked at Peter and sighed heavily.

"I am so sorry, but... even if I wanted to... I don't have the Time Stone anymore"said Stephen with a disappointed tone because he was unable to help Peter no matter what the situation. The Time Stone has already been returned to the past so Stephen can't do anything else.

You sighed heavily. "I really want to help you and your friends for university matters, but unfortunately I'm not the person who has the power for university matters.. I'm just a lecturer. If I'm in power, of course I'll help you all. I'm sorry." you said, nodding sadly.

Peter who seemed to have hope began to drop his hope. It's true what they say, Stephen can't do anything if the Time Stone isn't there to turn back time and you're not a powerful person when it comes to the university where you teach. So all the hopes he had started to drop.

Peter nodded slightly. "That's right"

You and Stephen nodded in unison. Peter paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I'm really sorry if I... wasted your time." continued Peter in a tone of disappointment plus sadness.

You and Stephen shook your heads in unison as you waved your hands in the air.

"N-No, you didn't..."

"it's okay, you're not wasting any time"

"It's okay, Stephen.. Mrs Strange"

"No Peter, I really want to help you but I can't do anything about your education. I'm not the one to solve the university thing. But I really want to help you" you said walking up to Peter and holding Peter's hand and caressing his hand as if a mother was persuading her child.

Peter held your hand and looked at you with a sad face but managed to hide it with his sweet smile.. "Just forget about it. Mrs Strange..it's ok"

You looked at Peter for a long time before nodding slowly and letting go of Peter's hands. You then slowly walked over to your husband's side but your eyes were still on Peter. Feelings of pity and wanting to help still open up in you. But if Peter says that, you have to follow what he wants. You have treated Peter like your own son so the feeling of motherhood is still strong inside you. Even though you and Stephen are not blessed with children yet, so it's not wrong if you treat children like your own children, right?

Peter looked at you both and repeated the sentence he said to you again.

"Just forget about it, I think I can manage with what's happening now" said Peter in a tone trying to be strong.

Stephen nodded and sipped his hot chocolate. You looked at your husband with a pitying expression on your face.

"Oh, he will. He's really good at forgetting things." Wong said suddenly as he lifted several bags into the portal.

This causes a temporary enlightenment in the Bleecker Street magician's mind, as he points at his companion. You looked at Stephen and Wong confused as Peter looked at Wong with a frown.

"Wong. You've actually generated a good idea." said Stephen looking at Wong with raised eyebrows.

Wong looked at the Master Of The New York Sanctum confused.

"What?" Wong asked raising an eyebrow.

"The runes of Kof-Kol." Stephen said in a suggestive tone.

"The runes of Kof-Kol?" you and Peter said in unison in confused tones.

"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting. Won't turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man." replied Stephen looking at Peter and you while swinging his mug of hot chocolate in the air.

Peter with his hope reappeared. With light up eyes looking at Stephen, he looked at Stephen as if Stephen was his idol.

"seriously? Thank-"

"No. Not seriously. That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous." said Wong with a firm tone. He looked at Stephen sharply.

You looked at Stephen and Wong at the same time with a worried expression on your face. Even if you don't know much about magic, you know what Wong warned is dangerous. What the Spell that crossed Stephen's mind was indeed dangerous. It doesn't matter if it's a little or a lot, you keep an eye on Stephen if he uses any spells every time you're with him.

Stephen snorted and looked at Wong. "God, we've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party in Kamar-Taj?"

The moment you heard those words, you automatically blushed hard and had to hide your face on Stephen's shoulder while your arms hugged Stephen's side. You know what happened at the Moon Party's in Kamar- Taj. Only you and Stephen know about it. And we're not here to talk about that, right?

"No"Said Wong frowning and looking at you who was still hiding your face on Stephen's shoulder.

"Exactly." replied Stephen casually.

"Come on, Wong. Hasn't he been through enough?" Stephen looked at Wong with a pleading expression.

Wong looked at Stephen with a stern expression before he looked at you who were still hiding on Stephen's shoulder and looked at Peter. Not long after, a portal appeared behind Wong that led to the Kamar Taj.

"Just leave me out of this." Wong said hesitantly before stepping into the portal. But his eyes are still on Stephen and you.

Stephen raised his eyebrows. "Fine?"

"Fine.. Y/n, take care of your husband.. if anything weird and dangerous happens feel free to be angry with him." said Wong with a tone of suggestion plus advice as if he were a father-in-law advising his daughter-in-law.

You raised your face to look at Wong. Immediately, you nodded. The "technical" Sorcerer Supreme's portal closes. The "practical" Sorcerer Supreme smiles at Peter. While you looked at them both with a worried face. You then slapped Stephen's arm hard while looking straight into Stephen's eyes.

"Ow, what was that for?" said Stephen, starting to distance himself from you. As soon as he looked at your sharp face, he began to swallow his saliva slowly.

"Do you need to mention about the Full Moon Party in Kamar Taj?" You reprimanded in a firm tone of voice.

"Don't worry, he won't know" said Stephen teasingly but cautiously.

"He will know later. Knowing Wong, he will be able to figure things out quickly. What if he bans me from coming to the Library?" you said angrily.

"I'll make The runes of Kof-Kol again. Easy" said Stephen as he walked closer to Peter and changed his clothes to his usual tunic with a spell.

"Please be careful with that spell, Stephen.. I'm worried what will happen to us later" you said with a pleading tone of advice.

Stephen looked at you then pointed at Peter and told Peter to go to the basement first before Stephen slowly walked towards you. His arms wrapped around your body and he placed his chin on your head and kissed your hair softly while inhaling the smell of your hair lovingly. You hugged Stephen tightly and inhaled the smell of Stephen's body where there was a slight smell of hot chocolate and mint as well as the smell of old books. A smell that for you is quite comfortable and can be called a safe place.

" you don't have to worry, I promise I'll be careful.. If you need me just shout my name and I'll come in an instant.. ok? "said Stephen while stroking your back gently and lovingly.

You lifted your head from Stephen's chest and looked at Stephen's face. Your right hand let go and caressed Stephen's sharp cheekbone.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you also know that I sometimes worry about what you do. That's why I'm worried that if something happens, who will help you later? Even though I don't know much about magic knowledge or cloak relic that can floating and living, I'll still help you no matter where you are." you said while peck Stephen's lips.

Stephen hummed as he grabbed your neck to kiss your lips for a long time before looking at you and loosening his embrace from your body and pulling back to look at you with his signature ego look.

"The way for you to help me is to just to be in bed" Stephen winked before he dramatically turned and walked towards the basement with the cloak swinging behind him.

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You close your laptop slowly before getting out of bed and start reaching for the cable to charge your laptop. You stretched your body and yawned a little before walking back to bed to plug the charging cable into the laptop. You then intended to make hot chocolate again in the kitchen so you took the empty mug and walked out of your and Stephen's room. The Sanctum was quite quiet right now. The students who helped shovel the snow must have been resting for a while. You know they have been shoveling snow for a long time so it is not wrong if they want to rest for a while. And strangely, there was no sound at all from the underground where Stephen and Peter were now. Perhaps the process of the runes is quite long to make.

So you plan to make hot chocolate for the two students. Slowly you walk on the slippery floor. Carefully step your feet so you don't slip. As soon as you reached the Sanctum stairs, you immediately held the stair rail tightly with your right hand. You look for the two students who are not shoveling in front of the stairs. Weird, you're going down slowly.

All of a sudden, the Sanctum began to shake as if there was a massive earthquake causing your hand grip on the rail to slip and you immediately slipped down the slippery stairs before landing with your head hitting the corner of the stairs hard causing your vision to blur and have a black spot in the corner your eyes.

"Mrs Strange!" screams were heard simultaneously, which to you were the voices of two students who volunteered to help shoveling snow there.

Your blurry vision that was getting darker and darker was only able to see the shadow of the two students before your eyes closed, your eyes managed to look at the third shadow behind the student. A glimpse of black and bushy hair. And with that, your vision darkened as if you had fallen into a dark ocean.

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Voices as if people were talking faintly sounded in your ears as soon as you started to wake up from unconsciousness. Your head is throbbing as if there is a drum in your head causing your headache to become painful. Of course this will cause you an extreme headache later. Your eyes began to open slowly as you flinched when the voice that was faint to you earlier became clear. You whimpered a little in pain as every sound made your head hurt. Immediately everything was silent.

You open your eyes and look around. It turns out that where you are now is your and Stephen's room. You tried to get up but suddenly a black figure quickly rushed to the side of your bed and grabbed your arm and back as if it was trying to help you sit up. You looked at that black glimpse.

"Stephen?"

'Stephen' looked at you strangely and confused before releasing his hold on you as soon as you were in a sitting position and pulled back but his eyes were still on you.

"Stephen? I'm Sherlock. Not Stephen. John, what is she saying?"Said 'Stephen' or known as Sherlock with a British accent looking to the man with sand blonde hair, short and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans who was standing not far from where the two of you were.

"Sherlock I think she's still semi-conscious-"

"-I'm fully aware ok. I'm not unconscious anymore. So I know what I'm talking about. And who are you anyway? Why is Stephen or Sherlock if you want to call him wearing clothes like this? As far as I know his hair is not curly like this." you said looking Sherlock up and down.

The man with sandy blonde hair approached you both slowly.

"My name is John Watson and I don't understand what you are saying right now. All we know is that we are solving a case and suddenly, here we are." John explained to you.

" and I am not the Stephen you say." replied Sherlock lazily as he rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock!" John insisted angrily as his eyes were fixed on Sherlock.

"It's true what I said. She keeps calling me Stephen. I don't know why." Sherlock replied.

"yeah but this is not the time to argue about that. Right now we have to think about how we want to go back to 221B" said John looking at you.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted. But what do you mean that you and he are suddenly here?" you said confusedly to the two men.

John looked at Sherlock with a face you couldn't read. Sherlock looked at John for a long moment before he let out a heavy sigh. John must have thought that Sherlock must have some sort of solution to this.

"I'm afraid I don't know how the two of us are here. All we know is that there's a flash of colour and the next thing we know we're in this 'museum'," explained Sherlock while running his hands through his curly hair.

You looked at the two of them for a long time before sighing heavily. It seems that this may have something to do with the spell that Stephen made. Nothing but this must have happened when Stephen made the spell.

" I think I know how to help you two. I have to go and see my husband.. " you said starting to get up but stopped when Sherlock grabbed your shoulder to sit back down.

You looked at Sherlock confused. Sherlock cocked his head to the side as if to indicate something. You looked at what Sherlock meant and gasped as you saw your right leg wrapped in a white bandage.

"I suggest you don't need to walk for a few weeks. You sprained your ankle when you fell down the slippery stairs so I've bandaged your leg and treated your head. Nothing serious, you might just have a headache but that will go away with time," explained John in doctor mode.

"oh, thank you for helping me. It seems we have to wait for Stephen to come to the room, then we can help you" you said.

Sherlock and John nodded. The atmosphere in the room was quiet again. Only the sound of motorcycle and car engines can be heard from outside the Sanctum even though it is muffled because of the windows but you can still hear how busy New York City is. Sherlock and John who were still confused by the current atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a little with the quiet atmosphere. Maybe that's what they want. Quiet and peaceful.

Maybe with the current situation, this is the best time for them to think of a way to go home. You looked at Sherlock who was now at the window looking at New York City with a frown on his face. He was definitely not used to the atmosphere of a big and noisy city compared to where he lived. Maybe?

Sherlock's face, which is indeed similar to your husband's face, makes you amazed at how different and the same they are when they stand next to each other. His clean shaven face without any goatee, even his curly hair that looks soft makes you want to run your fingers through his hair a few times just to feel how soft his hair is.

The way of wearing it is quite different compared to what your husband wears. The black trench coat and blue scarf look neat tied around his neck, probably because he doesn't want to get cold. But, no matter how different he is from your husband. You remain faithful to your true husband until the end of your life. Maybe Sherlock will find a girl like you? we don't know. Love doesn't always come rolling, what we need to do is find true love.

"so umm... Are you two partners or colleagues?" you said suddenly trying to make a conversation.

John looked at you before clearing his throat. " we can be said to be colleagues but we are also flatmates. Although, Sherlock's behavior is quite rude, we are still friends. He trusts me and I trust him. Although some people think we are umm.. more than friends. But, it's not true. I'm a married man and Sherlock has a girlfriend, so over time the rumors just...disappeared"

You raised an eyebrow. Sherlock has a girlfriend?

Sherlock looked at you for a moment before looking back at the window. "yes, is there a problem?"

You shook your head quickly. " no no. John just said your behavior is a bit rude but it doesn't mean you can't afford to have a girlfriend. You are just like my husband, Stephen.. although his behavior is a bit cocky and his ego is a bit high, he knows how to take care of a woman who he calls his wife" you smiled to yourself.

Sherlock was speechless. His eyes were still focused on the outside of the window before he slowly turned his gaze towards you.

"Her name is Y/n. Yeah, you're just like her. Strong but she knows her limits. Fierce but kind at the same time. Likes to help others a lot. That's what I like about her. Stubborn too. That's the reason why I'm not surprised to see you is because to me you are just like her. There is no difference, only the way you throw your words is different. She is more soft but firm and you are more firm but soft." Sherlock said softly, his hand in his pocket gently stroking the black box.

You were stunned by what Sherlock said. It turns out that he admires the girl he loves without realizing it. The verse that is said to be arranged is beautiful like a poem. He really loves that girl. Even if the girl has the same name and face as you, no matter how different the version of Stephen in this universe is, it will definitely be united with the girl they really admire. And that girl is you.

You looked at John who was looking at Sherlock with his mouth slightly open. "What's wrong, John?"

John jerked away from his gaze and looked at you, his head a little closer to your ear. And then he whispered.

"this is the first time he admitted that he loves Y/n to someone else. All this time it was all done quietly and in his own way. So this is a bit of a surprise to me. He never told what 'our' Y/n is like to anyone but me " explained John in a whisper. Worried that his statement was heard by Sherlock who was now still in his own mind.

You nodded in understanding and looked at Sherlock. John pulled himself away from you and walked over to the chair not far from your bed, his hands clasped and gently stroked.

"umm.. how long will it take for your husband to come back?" asked John.

" I don't think it will be long because he is in the basement. So maybe he will come up soon. " you replied while tugging at your shirt.

Sherlock sighed quickly and ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly as if his mind was reeling. He then walked back and forth in the same place before walking and sitting on the end of your bed. He sighed heavily.

"oh please hurry up. I'm bored" Sherlock said with a complaining tone.

You looked at Sherlock confused then looked at John with a questioning look on your face. John looked at you as if he understood what you meant.

" don't mind him. He's always like that when he's bored. Complains and sometimes shoots the wall with a gun.. But that's when 'our' Y/n isn't in the flat.. if Y/n is there, of course he'll just stick with Y/n ." John said to you, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd had enough of Sherlock's behavior.

"shoot a wall? like really shoot a wall with a real gun? Aren't other people angry?" you asked widening your eyes slightly as if in disbelief.

John nodded and sighed. "yeah, of course our landlady is angry with Sherlock but because she's had enough of Sherlock's behavior it's become a habit. It's just that the price of the flat has increased"

" That's when your Y/n isn't there.. but what does he do when your Y/n is in the flat? " you asked John again.

"well, Sherlock usually just puts his head on Y/n's lap and Y/n will play with her hair as if that will calm Sherlock's mind. That's the calmest thing when Y/n is in our flat. All things or experiments are not touch by him if Sherlock is stuck with Y/n" said John looking at Sherlock who was looking out the window. Perhaps his attention was lost the moment he entered his mind.

You nodded understanding what John explained. Even though Sherlock looks cold and a little rude, he still has a kind and gentle nature to his lover. Also, just by looking at Sherlock you can imagine what it would be like if Stephen took criminology instead of the medical field. Surely Stephen will be like Sherlock. Thirst with knowledge and criminal cases must be his main characteristic. There is no difference at all.

You looked back at John but before you could open your mouth, Stephen opened the bedroom door wide and entered the bedroom you shared with his face covered in claw marks and bruises. Stephen limped into the room slowly.

Your eyes then light up when you see Stephen but turn worried when you see your husband's condition. The startled John quickly got up and walked towards Stephen to help him.

"Stephen! " you called in a soft voice plus a hint of concern towards Stephen.

Stephen who was limping and helped by John looked at you with a relieved face before turning to worry when his eyes looked at you who was lying on the bed with one leg wrapped.

"Honey, what happened to you? Are you ok?" Stephen asked worriedly and tried to go towards you with John's help. Stephen was still unaware of the presence of two men there even though he was helped by John. All his attention is only on you.

" Don't worry about me, dear. My ankle is just sprained and I'm sure I have a slight concussion but what we need to worry about is you, Steph.. what's going on?" you replied in a worried tone and tried to move towards Stephen but you winced in pain as you moved your bandaged leg.

Stephen sighed heavily and began to sit on the edge of the bed. John then stepped back trying to give the two couples privacy. Sherlock, who had been in the realm of his mind, started to snapped out of his mind and looked at you and his variant. Sherlock began to make deductions against Stephen.

Stephen rubbed your bandaged leg gently so that it would not put any pressure on your sprained leg. You looked at Stephen with a worried frown.

"What happened? you asked Stephen as your hand tried to reach Stephen's hand that was stroking your bandaged leg.

"well.. you know what Peter wants right? So I cast the spell but it started backfired and everything went haywire. And guess what, I found a lizard monster in the basement so I fought it and put it in the cell. It's pretty strong too and that's why I got some of these injuries. " Stephen explained. His hand then reached your hand and stroked it gently.

You let out a deep breath. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to Stephen and he only had injuries that could be treated with a first aid kit and enough rest. Luckily nothing bad happened after that. You frowned.

"So, the spell you cast and backfired is what caused this Sanctum to shake?" you make assumptions right away.

Stephen lowered his head slightly before looking at you with pleading eyes.

"yes.." replied Stephen with a small voice.

" and that spell caused the detective version of you to appear with his friend?" you said again as you pointed your index finger towards Sherlock and John.

Stephen raised his head quickly and looked at you with a confused face.

"sorry?" Stephen asked in a confused tone.

"the detective version of you appeared after I fell down the Sanctum stairs. Luckily, his friend helped me with a sprained leg and my head. Otherwise, I'd still be at the end of the Sanctum stairs." you murmured to Stephen.

Stephen immediately looked at your pointing finger and let out a heavy breath as his eyes widened to see his own twin standing upright next to the window of your room. Sherlock who looked narrowly at Stephen stiffened when he saw another version of himself in front of him.

The two men looked at each other in silence. Their eyes study each other's faces and selves quickly. Honestly, Stephen himself doesn't know whether this is an impressive thing or not because one, of course he was quite amazed when he could see another version of himself although it was a bit strange because he saw himself in front of his eyes and secondly, it was also quite dangerous if any variants who set foot in another universe, it will definitely result in bad things like incursion.

Talk about Incursion made Stephen widen his eyes with shock.

Stephen quickly shook his head in distress. "no, no no.. this is very dangerous. The two of you cannot be in this universe. It's too dangerous. One step in another universe, that universe will be destroyed and disappear from existence. This is all a mistake" Stephen rambled with stress while walking one places around the room.

John looked at Sherlock hoping Sherlock knew what Stephen meant. Destroyed and disappeared from existence. These two gentlemen should not be in this universe let alone other variants from different universes.

And what Stephen knew was that he was already fucked up after he cast the spell. Sherlock can only see the version of himself that is in distress and walking in that place. Back and forth steps were arranged by Stephen while rubbing his head. Stephen's injuries became numb and forgotten.

John decided to open his mouth. "You see, we here don't know what's going on right now. All we know is that your wife told us that you can take us back to.. our universe"

Stephen stopped and looked at John confused. "and you are?"

"John Watson, call me John" John introduced himself.

Stephen nodded his head. "Doctor Stephen Strange. Doctor Strange is fine" Stephen replied and looked at Sherlock with a frown. "and who's this friend of yours?"

John looked at Sherlock who was still standing stiffly by the window. "That's Sherlock Holmes.. just call him Sherlock.. Don't mind him, he's always like that. Trying to make some deductions."

Stephen nodded his head in understanding. Although Stephen knows who Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are due to him having read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in his spare time. But he does not expect that the real Sherlock Holmes is a variant of himself. He excepted that Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson would appear as in the book describe both of them and in Victorian era clothing but his expectations were wrong just seeing the way they both wore.

Although the way they both dress is quite good for the season in London, it is also good that they wear such clothes in Sanctum because Sanctum is still in a 'Christmas holiday' state.

You, who had been a witness to the conversation, began to open your mouth after being silent for a 'long time'. "Stephen, I think we need to treat your injury. I'm afraid there will be an infection and we can continue this while Doctor Watson is here treating your wound. Doctor Watson, you go to the bathroom and open the bathroom mirror. In there we keep first aid kit." You told John.

John nodded and walked into the bathroom. Stephen sighed heavily.

"Do you still want to stand there or do you want to ask questions?" Stephen sighed tiredly.

As if he had just woken up from his mind reverie, Sherlock jerked out of his Mind Palace. His mind played some questions that only his variant could tell. The Great Sherlock Holmes himself does not know how the universe works let alone know about the solar system.

Stephen sighed weakly and shook his head several times trying to get rid of the dizziness that was growing in his head. "I still can't believe I will discover a variants from another universes let alone my own variant" Stephen paused and looked at Sherlock. "seems like you have a question to ask"

Sherlock nodded slightly. "although I believe in science but what is happening now is a bit confusing for me"

"I can say the same thing for you. Even I know everything about universes and mystics but this is really out of control and shouldn't happen" Stephen rubbing his chin with both hands.

Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at Stephen. "and why is that?"

"Because once any variants or things from the alternative universe are traced in another universe, it will trigger something that can bring chaos to that universe" Stephen explained.

Sherlock frowned. Meanwhile John came out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in his hand and walked towards Stephen. The first aid kit was opened and John began to enter his Doctor mode and began to treat the wound on Stephen's face.

"don't bother telling him about that, Doctor Strange. He doesn't know that the earth goes around the sun let alone knows about things like this" John muttered.

You stifled a giggle and put a palm over your mouth to hide your smile. Sherlock grumbled unpleasantly when he heard what John said then he turned his gaze to the window again.

"and by the way. Back to the trigger something.. how long do you think it will take to start happening?" John asked with concern. "we didn't want to cause any danger in your universe, honestly"

Stephen sighed. "I don't know.. let's just hope it doesn't happen so quickly"

"also, we still need to find out how to bring you both back to your universe" you stated.

Sherlock looked at you. "can you do magic too?"

"uhm.. no. I don't have magic like Stephen, I'm just a university lecturer" You replied.

"Y/n in our universe is a Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard. From there Sherlock knows her" John said all of the sudden as his hand dabbed cotton on Stephen's wounds.

Stephen winced as the stinging pain flashed across his face. John looked at Stephen apologetically before continuing his work.

"Stephen met me.. correction bumping into me and causing my coffee to spill all over him that's how we both met. Years later we both got married and still have no children but we are still happy" you smiled towards Stephen passionately.

Sherlock looked at you both for a long time. This is what will happen if he and your version are in his universe. His hand in his pocket tightly holding the ring box.

Just as Sherlock was about to open his mouth, your phone made a loud 'ping' sound indicating that notifications had arrived.

You looked at your phone on the bedside table and reached for it. The screen opens and the dim light from your screen shines on your face. Sherlock, Stephen and John just looked at you.

Your face is shocked when you receive a message from one of your students which is the latest news about the attack on the bridge but what makes you more shocked is Spiderman and squid man? who made havoc there. You quickly flipped your phone and directed it to Stephen.

Stephen widened his eyes and quickly got up from his sitting position causing John to jerk in surprise at the sudden movement.

"i have to go" Stephen said then leaned and kissed your forehead.

You nodded in understanding and caressed his cheek. "be safe" you muttered to him with concern.

Stephen nodded and walked out of the room you two shared. The two grown men who are with you can only witness the situation unfolding in front of them with confused and worried faces (John who is worried).

"What's wrong?" Sherlock spoke after a few moments of silence.

"He needs to get Peter before something untoward happens" you muttered.

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*Time Skips*

After the whole fiasco where Peter trapped Stephen in the Grand Canyon and he ran away with a cube that contained spells in the hope of changing the fate of the villains there, well that's what Peter said to you before he and the others left the Sanctum. You worriedly pacing with a slight limp in the main room of the Sanctum with a concerned face engraved.

You don't know how long you've been pacing around because you're worried about Stephen's condition now, you don't know how to open the portal. Stephen always said that he does not recommend you to learn magic because for him it is dangerous even though a simple spells can lead to a dangerous situation. You just scoffed at that. Said the one who always casts simple spells and leads into dangerous situations.

John and Sherlock who are 'still' in the Sanctum can only see your distressed session. John who was sitting on the steps was staring into space at the same time unconsciously tapping his foot on the floor while Sherlock was observing everything in the Sanctum trying to get rid of his boredom.

"it's been twelve hours he's trapped.. I don't know what happened to him and yet I'm here doing nothing to help him" You said with a worried tone.

"Calm down, Y/n. He's a Sorcerer of course he's fine. You don't need to worry about him.. Just sit here you shouldn't put pressure on your sprained leg. It will interfere with its healing" John tapped the spot beside him with his left hand.

"What if something happens to him? And I can't do anything. I don't have magic like Stephen" you said worriedly as you take a seat besides John.

"he's a great man, he'll be back later. You shouldn't worry about him. He might be dealing with what happened now." John assured you while patting your shoulder. He looked at Sherlock who was trying to hold the artifacts there. "Sherlock" he called.

Sherlock withdrew his fingers from touching the artifacts there and turned his gaze on John. He grumbled and sat next to you. Now you are among British men. One that looks like your husband and one that looks like one of the CIA agents you see on TV.

"I just wish he's okay, that's all. That's what a wife should do right? Worry about their husband's well-being" you murmured.

"Mary don't do that" Sherlock muttered.

John glared at him. "Pardon?"

Sherlock grumbled and looked away. You looked at Sherlock with confusion engraved on your face.

"Mary? As in Mary Watson?" You asked.

"My wife." John replied, smiling to himself.

"She sounds lovely"

"oh she was lovely.. Still is" John looked down his lap with sorrow.

"Was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"She's passed away a few years ago. It's complicated but everything is sorted out" John said, grieving.

"Oh, John.. I'm sorry for your loss. She's probably in a good place" you said, rubbing his back in a comforting way.

"Thanks" John said lowly. "without her me and Sherlock will not make up after a long time of not being on the same page for some reason regarding her death. She saved us one last time. Well, she's probably going to kill us if we still don't see each other. Rosie going to be pisses to her dad for that" John added.

"at least she has a favorite auntie and uncle by her side" Sherlock interrupted.

"yeah, well. obviously you and Y/n are her favorites. You both spoiled her too much with the puzzle. Now she's obsessed." John complained.

"It's good for 5 years old to grow up with the great brain. Otherwise you spoiled her with Mrs Hudson biscuits" Sherlock shot back his response.

"Rosie's first word is Murder. Murder! Not daddy or Papa. It's all your fault for teaching her that word" John said loudly.

Two British men fighting like old married couples? yup. Your day is very beautiful.

" her first word is Murder. Well.. that's quite surprising" You are dumbfounded.

"I expected she said mother but I heard it wrong.. She loudly said Murder. Now you know whose fault" John crossed his arms.

"At least she doesn't have a bad temper like yours" Sherlock said flatly.

"what?" John glared at Sherlock.

"nothing." Sherlock looked at you. "She and Y/n are very inseparable. Y/n loves her like her own daughter so no wonder Rosie has almost the same personality as Y/n. She follows her everywhere" Sherlock said admiringly.

"You really love her, don't you?" you said, grinning at him.

"Well, love is a strong word but yes. You can say that. Mycroft still debating with himself when I say that I have a girlfriend" Sherlock muttered.

You nodded in understanding and thought into space. The Sanctum is quiet.

"You know, it's a bit weird knowing that the characters from the books I read when I was little actually exist in another universe. Let alone have the same face as my husband." you chuckled.

"I'm still debating with myself that the Multiverse exists. Let alone meet the same person as my girlfriend" Sherlock said.

"I'm still in the state of making sure this is not a dream by the way" John spoke.

"well, Mr Watson. It's one hundred percent real and not a dream" you replied, smirking.

"But still, being in another universe is not our line of work" Sherlock said next to you.

You sighed lightly. "Is it true that you once encountered Professor Moriarty?"

"Moriarty is not a professor in our universe but well he claimed himself as a Consulting Mastermind. Well, he's dead now.. So no need to worry"

"is it Reinchenbach Fall? He's dead because he fell right?" You tilted your head slightly.

"he shot himself with a gun.. I was the one who jumped not him.. I'm pretending to be dead for 2 years just to destroy his network" Sherlock replied.

"oh, yeah.. i read about that too.. You pretended to be dead for 2 years... Gosh, that must be bothering you, isn't it?" You said, glancing at Sherlock sympathetically.

"You can say that" Sherlock replied.

"It's sound weird that you know everything because you read books about us even though you've never been to our place" John blurted after a long time silent.

"Well, the timeline in the book is the Victorian era, so compared to your modern era, there is no difference. The characters and the story lines are almost the same," you explained.

"but not all of them, right?" John looked at you.

You nodded. "yup" you thought for a moment. "Gosh, it's been a while.. I'm starting to worry about him" you rubbed your arms anxiously.

Sherlock awkwardly put his hand on your back and rubbed it gently in a comforting way.

"He's okay, Y/n..Don't worry about him.. Like you said he has magic so he knows when to protect himself" John reassured you.

"but what if something happens-"

The sound of the spark started to be heard in the middle of the Sanctum where the three of you were. You started to wake up with Sherlock's help. Both hands hug yourself as you try to warm yourself. There Stephen came out of the portal with scratches and cuts on his face. He looked obviously tired.

His body bends a little, probably his ribs are sore after fighting for a long time. You sighed in relief and rushed to Stephen. You immediately put Stephen's right hand on your shoulder as you helped him to sit on the Sanctum stairs.

"Oh, Stephen. Thank God you're okay" you put both hands on Stephen's cheek and caressed his cheek.

Stephen sighed heavily before putting his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes tiredly. "it takes a long time to handle that opponent"

"Are those villains already defeated? What happened to Spiderman?" You asked concerned.

"I already took them all back to their universes.. It took a long time to handle that because of Goblin. Spiderman is also okay, he's the ones who cure them all" Stephen explained.

"Oh, what a relief. At least you're okay" you said while looking at the injury on his face. "Luckily it's just a small wounds and not a big one. Need me to clean it?"

"no need, I can use healing spells besides I have one last job to do" Stephen opened his eyes and glanced at the Baker Street duo.

Stephen started to get up and walk forward facing the duo. "I believe this is the time for you two to return to your universe. Can't risk any danger in this universe, right?"

"yes.. of course.. We don't want that to happen" John replied.

"the spell doesn't hurt, it's just a bit tickle so both of you will arrive in your universe as usual" Stephen explained.

Sherlock nodded in understanding. "Thanks for letting us both sit here for a while. We appreciate it"

Stephen nodded then held out his hand to shake Sherlock's hand. Sherlock reached out and shook his hand.

"Until next time" Stephen nodded.

Sherlock nodded. John looked at you with appreciation.

"Thanks, Y/n. for explaining and letting us stay here.. Also for helping us get used to being here for a while. We owe it to you both" John said.

"You don't owe us anything, John. Besides, thanks for helping me about what happened earlier. Thanks for treating my injuries." you said to him with a smile.

You turned your gaze to Sherlock. "and you, Mr. Holmes. Make sure you propose to Y/n with a lot of books as a gift, yes? Don't think I didn't see your hand in your pocket, fidgeting with the ring box. Make sure she said yes even though she always says yes to you" you warned him.

Sherlock was stunned. His face turned red. John gawked at Sherlock while Stephen smirked.

"you-"

"right, shall we?" Sherlock cut him off by telling Stephen to leave.

Stephen smirked then nodded and then he began to cast a spell to send them both back to their universe.

Their bodies glowed with a bright yellow light and slowly they disappeared in front of you both. Sherlock nodded his appreciation at the two of you before disappearing in your sight.

You looked at Stephen with a grin. "well, that went well"

"yes.. it went well, honey" Stephen put his hand on your hips.

"now, why don't we just clean ourselves up and treat those injuries? After that we can just marathon read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in our room? what do you think?" you suggested

"Is there hot chocolate?" Stephen smirked at you.

"oh, Husband. Of course there is. Besides Sanctum is still in the Christmas spirit, so we need more hot chocolate" you smiled teasingly at him.

"well, my wife. Lead the way then" Stephen squeezed your hips teasingly causing you to shriek.

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Look at us, all we do is a fight - Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

warning: nope, just a bit cursing words and mentioned/spoiled to mom, Tony Stark, she-hulk (Jenifer Walters), and Bruce Banner

genre: angst with comfort (that is me hehe)

words: 2.2k

summary: after you risked your life to save America Chavez from Scarlet Witch, your fight with Stephen became increasingly bitter, eventually pushing both of you to the edge of a dead-end relationship.

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Wong, the other sorcerers, and some of the Avengers have always wondered how you two met. Yes, you both were always intelligent and attractive, but also sort of headstrong, stubborn, and reckless.

Dealing with Stephen in any aspect of his life was difficult enough, and that's not to say you were on his level, but your close person made sure to avoid you when you became enraged.

You two are polar opposites. Stephen Strange could be described as terse, strict, and seemed to dislike social interaction with strangers, whereas you were easygoing, always cracking jokes about trivial matters, and eager to help anyone, even if it meant going out of your way.

That's why, many years later, when your friends and family found out about your relationship with Stephen, they were shocked. When they did, however, something simply click. The reason Stephen began to smile more, is why he became more lenient toward the stranger and his trainees. And why do you choose to work, train, eat, and even join on dangerous missions with The Sorcerer Supreme, when the truth is that you were only Stark's niece, a human with no superpowers.

They wish they could say they were surprised when anything went wrong. But when you were together, they could feel the blossom growing around them, even when you rebuked him or he ordered his Cloak to keep you from leaving the Sanctum when you both fought.

They weren't surprised, but neither of you had their endorsement. After all, Stephen Strange was brilliant but utterly arrogant.

"What the hell were you thinking? You could die!" You had been ignoring him since dinner, intending to go right past him and into your shared bedroom, but his grip on your wrist had tightened to stop your run away from the heated argument. "You can't keep putting yourself in danger in this way, Y/N."

You murmur before rubbing your exhausted temples, "you know, I can't just stand still, watching you unconscious and do nothing while Wanda tries to murder that kid!"

"Listen, that doesn't mean you can run around and save her without me or Wong."

You struggle to free yourself from his grip as you notice his rage and sweat on his brow. This urges you to respond, "What? So everything I've done was my fault?"

However, his grip grew stronger and firmer, drawing you towards him. "Whatever you just did, it was sooner or later up to me to fix it!"

The corridor went silent and you flinch at his cruel words. You're struggling to breathe, your sadness deepening. Well, is this what he's been thinking all along? You only need his help; no, you don't need a single damn spell.

When he acted like this, you couldn't help but become irritated, and the fury began to rise, your jaw clenched painfully. You loved him, but he had a habit of driving you insane from time to time. "But that kid needs help! Don't you see?!"

"Oh, yeah?" Stephen appears upright and chuckles at you, but his tone betrays this. This makes you realize that the situation between you two has taken a horrible edge this time. "So, how about me? What if you die and what about me!? Are my feelings meaningless to you, right? Y/N?"

Your heartbeat freezes for a split second after hearing his wrecked voice. You were staring at his upper abdomen as his arms got progressively lax on yours, then he lets you free. "Oh, please. You were wrong 'bout me, Stephen Strange." You added with tilting head, "don't you dare reprimand me, you did the same damn thing for your stone!" He growls over your level, "well, is this my problem now?"

"It does if it means saving America's life— and if I would die," you hissed in a deep rough, "I might actually add!"

"Y/N!"

It was supposed to be another random brawl. That is exactly how it is meant to be. Misunderstanding load up to fight, then give each other the silent treatment before ultimately forgiving, kissing, making up, and moving on. This is how it is meant to happen.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Would you have done differently, Steph? Would you?" You knew he wouldn't, and he knew it as well.

The frantic breath of the Sorcerer paints against your face. His arms flew out and punched a hole into the wall inches from your face, remaining there as though to protect you from the remainder of this place. Stephen towered over you, his eyes filled with wordless wrath, but you refused to back down.

When you open your lips to speak, he stops you in low voice.

"It's over."

You're taken aback by his bitter statement, as if your back has sunk into the crumbling wall he's just smashing. "What?"

"Look at us, all we do is a fight."

No, this was not supposed to end up like this.

Both of your eyes connect for a brief while, and you attempt to avert it, but his gaze never leaves yours. What does killing you much more is you need to admit that he probably won't gaze at you and be with your side like this ever again.

"That's it?"

Stephen's rough hands cup around your face. His warm breathing and kisses leave marks on your cheek, which dry as your tear ducts slip down with a soft gasp, he simply says.

"That's it."

You just stand there and do nothing, though your heart pleading with him not to leave like a prayer, there's nothing came out of your mouth one bit.

All you do is piercing cry wildly in silence.

The last thing you saw as you realized you were losing your words was his figure moving away from you before it evaporated.

You couldn't have imagined how quickly your relationship with him would devolve into a dead end. However, the smashed pit on the wall and bloodstain on the floor of the Sanctum proved it unequivocally.

Between you and him, it's all over.

Everyone else had no idea what you had said that night, but they did know that after a month of itchy and sarcastic remarks between you and Stephen while waiting for America to fully recover from her past, you had cheerfully brought back to your usual; leaving the Avengers team and going return to usual living as a lawyer and litigation associate somewhere in Los Angeles.

There hasn't been enough hearing from you, but some of them just know you're working with Walters, Banner's cousin.

In the half-year you were gone, Stephen always has a nightmare. It wasn't the same nightmare he'd had throughout the battle with Scarlet Witch and his variants. But he was pursued by the desire to the longing, to reclaim you.

His rage was directed toward Wong and the sorcerers. Stephen was more irresponsible and difficult to settle down without you around.

On the day you departed the Sanctum, he accidentally hurt himself in the shoulder while seeing you happily leave his place. The soreness in his shoulder reminded him of his mistake.

He studied, practiced, and learned to cast all of the new spells, heading to Karmar-Taj and went back to New York's Sanctum every day, and worked on his meditation in the morning while the only thing he swallowed was wine and beer, day after day, night after night.

His fury for you has already vanished. He needs you more than anything else right now. He is always thinking about you. But, in the meanwhile, he did what he feared would happen; his arrogant ego pushed you away.

Another meaningless tumbler of wine was poured down his throat.

You wish you could tell or show off how great you did after separating from Stephen while face time with America or Wong.

The fact is, you were at first. You completed your job with enjoyment while you were away from him. But as time passed, when you look up once more, it's been a year now.

You began to crave to miss his warm and attractive grin, his hidden sense of humor that gave rise to you smile when you least expected it, his random kisses throughout the day, his ways of making you feel special and how you mattered to him, his embrace, his scent, his touch, his admiring Cloak, his-

Everything about him.

Nightly, rainfall season. So much of a heartsick atmosphere all around you this night in the city, it full filed your room as well.

Fall into the mattress and start weeping along with the thunderstorms, you forlorn desire for Stephen to cast the portal travel to flash you a smug smile, or possibly surprise you with his Goddamn astral projection when you working, anything, anything as he had done once to tease you.

Except for some news on the internet, you didn't see him at all during your time of loneliness.

His cocky habit makes you laugh despite it was the past and always heartache to recall, you must confess to yourself that you miss him all the time.

You needed to go back. You know, you needed to go back and make things right. You sank, drowning on the seas too much way of heartbreak.

You have to return to your love.

You planned to attend this hearing before your and Stephen's anniversary, according to your calendar.

With good fortune, you can become able to conduct a case at the New York Judiciary. You've only just finished your client reports by 11:50 p.m., and you're tearing down Bleecker Street in the downpour.

You're still dressed in your finalized court hearing outfit, a dark navy blue dress with a pencil skirt, blazer, and heels. It was extremely uncomfortable to run, but you couldn't go another second with everything drastically wrong.

Even when your legs hurt, you keep running.

And now you're standing at his Sanctum door, unsure whether you should be there. What if he'd already moved on? What if he was better off splitting up? What if…

No way, no fucking no

He has to be as tortured as you are right now. A quick glance at your watch shows it's 11:58 p.m.

You could actually walk into the building. Even if something prompts you to knock, you still have Stephen's sling ring to create dimension paths through inside.

The time is 11:59 p.m., and you can hear the door opening.

Midnight has arrived, and the door is open to a bloodshot-eyed man, his t-shirt inside out, who is most highly probable alone here shirtless. And now you don't even give him a chance to recognize you before charging forward and crushing him into an embrace. He does not move or react for a brief moment.

Something has gone wrong, as evidenced by the thriving dread inside you.

A second later, Stephen wraps his arms around you tightly, rocking you back and forth. You close your eyes and welcome back to the significance of belonging, of home. You are overjoyed to be able to return to your heartland.

Stephen notices you're sobbing, he moves back slightly so he can read your features. "What is it, darling? Hey, don't cry," his delicate baritone voice and the pet name he used to call you evokes even more emotions in your eyes, which you fight to suppress. He approaches you, cupping your face with his hands and wiping away tears with his thumbs. "Tell me what's wrong."

He did the same thing the day you both ended your relationship.

His glassy blue gaze shivers and seek the answers in yours. Finally, you muster the courage to say what you need to say, albeit with a hiccup and a crack in your voice. "Are we— we're not over, right?"

As he recalls the words he said a year ago, his face begins to drop. You shook your head, struggling with your streaming tears, "not that's, right? We not-"

Stehepn cuts you off by enfolding you in safe warmth while stroking your wet hair and murmuring in the soothing, comforting voice you'd craved far too extensively. "Never." He exhales slightly while strengthening his hold on you. "Y/N, between us; it was never over."

The rain keeps falling behind you, and you shudder from the coolness. All you do are nod like a crazier onto his shoulder and whispered a chant of you're sorry.

The door is still half open, sensing the cozy air blow against your heart since you're both clinging to each other on the floor of the doorstep.

When the stormy wind carries his hum around you, you feel his Cloak reach out and encircle you and Stephen.

The word sorry repeats between the two of you, punctuated by soft kisses on the top of your head and his promise to never let you go again, telling you that the moment in front of you right now was real, and you truly reclaim the love of your life back.

Like enchantment, you both became engrossed and lost in this dearest moment. Your lips brush against his jaw as you join him, echoing the treasured whispers of desire and craving that were absent for a while.

Throughout over the cloudburst, street lamps, the moonlight, or the stars, there is one thing you could hear for now.

"Never. We never over, I promise."

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When All Is Lost

SUMMARY: Stephen had all the time in the world, capable of reversing time on a few occasion, but it was only when he sees you happy in the arms of another man did he come to realize he had made the biggest mistake of his life. PROMPT(S): "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it." CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x F!Reader; Wong; America Chavez. Bruce Banner WARNINGS: Angst. Stephen regretting not getting the girl(again). Reader having her happy ending with someone else instead of Stephen. WORDS: 1,408 REQUESTED BY: @d0ct0rstrangewife

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It was in this very moment, as your glowed against the lights above in the Sanctum with you continuing with whatever conversation with Wong and America you were having, did he realize what he had lost in all of his own thoughts. You looked beautiful, always did in his eyes, but never truly appreciated until now when you were wearing a beautiful white dress that drastically brighten your face and the smile that was so big he often sees every single time your conversations was with Wong and America. But never him, he had the privilege of a special smile that only he gets to see--a privilege he evidently just wasted.

Over and over, you had showed him your interest with him, openly admitting your feelings for him but never once did you get a proper answer--at least, not an answer that could finally progress what relationship you might think the both of you could have. Push comes to shove, he would act like an asshole, push you away for one reason or another. You tried your best to understand where he was coming from--from the lost in his former life, to the responsibilities that now rested upon his shoulders, but there was this cruelty in his words that finally got you to realize it wasn't worth it to chase him anymore.

"So who is the lucky guy?" It was America that finally inquired, Stephen remained at the top of the stairs, away from anyone's line of sight but he could very well listen to your conversation.

"Just someone Tony had tried shipping with me in the compound." You muttered, even without Stephen seeing you up close, he know there was scrunch in your features at the mention of Tony's insistence of playing match maker for you. "Thought I'd go this one time just to get him off of my business." You added.

"So you and Stephen…" America trailed off which was quickly reprimanded by Wong.

"What about me and Y/N?" He finally thought to bring the attention to him, not wanting to here what you might say about the situation.

All eyes were on him now--besides you, that is.

"What did Stark drag you into this time?" He inquired, it was new for him to actually ask about your outings. He never truly cared, until it was too late it seems. How you were glowing and seemed shaking with excitement for whoever the douchebag arranged with you.

"Just a simple date, nothing too tedious." You reassured finally taking at look at the man and as always you took his breath away. Those God damn doe eyes will be the death of him if he wasn't careful. "If you're gonna go and stop me, I swear to God, Strange I'm gonna stay in the Compound for good."

That was another thing Stephen had to battle with on a day to day basis. When you started working for him as an infamous researcher by trade, but a once hunted down assassin by SHIELD and eventually the Avengers which eventually led to you also working hand in hand with them when the need would arise. Your time was mostly dedicated to helping the Avengers and what little time you had in the Sanctum was spent with research alongside Wong and America and that small glimpses with him was spent with him pushing you away.

"Don't go on that date." He find himself saying. All the reasons for him not to even utter such words was ignored as this was far more important for him to say. He had regretted not choosing his own feelings for once.

"Why?" The bored look was the last thing he would have expected to see from you. All the little chances that he would give you attention, your eyes would brighten, but now in this moment when he was finally come to acknowledge his feelings--it was bleak realization for him that it was far too late for him to come to terms with his feelings.

"You know why." Yet, the pride and arrogance he was known for was still rearing his ugly head.

"Say it." You spat voice raising an octave from your usual ones.

Because I love you. I am a coward for not saying it. I am an idiot for pushing you away over and over again. Those had been the words that Stephen wanted to say. But silence was the response he had given you. The silent encouragement from America and even Wong were not enough for him to finally say those words. Something was stopping him--it was one thing or another. Fear. Fear that you would not feel the same way for him when he has finally realize what he would lose. The fear of your rejection. Fear of being responsible for your death like what your fate had been in numerous Universe aside from this one.

The knock on the door broke the tension and it was your sign to go. Without waiting for a response from Stephen, you made your way to the door to the sight of a far to familiar man.

"Dr. Banner."

Inside steps Dr. Bruce Banner. Stephen's first encounter with the man was when he flew out of the skies during the battle against Thanos, how the years had grown good to him. Seeing him back into his normal body was also something that surprised him. The last he remembered the man was still in his green form. In a black button down shirt and jean, wherever the both of you were heading to would be--casual.

"Dr. Strange. Wong. Ms. Chavez." The meek doctor greeted with a small smile before his attention turned to you. The sparkle in brown eyes at the sight of you, it truly scared Stephen. How you were quick to take hold of the man's hand in front of him as if he didn't get to do that in the past. "We should get going."

Stephen stood, alongside Wong and America, watching as you walk away, and seal his fate once again.

"I saw this before." America spoke. "In one universe, Y/N and Dr. Banner had a handful of kids. White picket fence, and everything." she continued, adding more and more knife through his chest.

"Will you not do anything again, Strange?" Wong inquired.

"In every universe that she gets to be with me, her fate was death. In every universe where she isn't with me, she gets to live the life she truly deserves without me in it." He spoke.

"Not in this Universe if you make the write choice." America protests.

"It's too much of a risk, I've stopped bargaining life with another." He shook his head.

He finds himself heading back upstairs, with America and Wong sharing a look and the hopelessness that was a fraction of what Stephen was to endure from now on. ~ One date turned into two, into three until it had become a daily occurrence and eventually you found yourself moving all of your stuff in the Sanctum and moving in with Bruce. Eventually, with the weeks turning into months, and the months creeping into two years, Stephen found himself in the same position he had been when he was watching Christine marry a man that wasn't him.

You walked down the aisle, and Stephen could feel America's hand holding into his own in reassurance and in comfort for what he had failed to do for the second time. Fear, fear of a possibility. Fear of his own choices affecting you. Now, as he stands watching you walk down the aisle to another man, he realizes his lack of action, lack of any indications of his own feelings--his greatest fear has finally come to life.

Losing you.

As the single tear fell from his cheek, he wiped it away. Accepting this was his fate. To see you with the biggest smile on your face, to see the man that he knew would treat you right standing besides you. Promising in front of a hundred people of the vows he could never truly fulfill should it have been him that stood besides you. You were happy, to marry a man that loved you and was brave enough to admit even in his own faults and misguidance in life.

He loved you in a way he could have never be brave enough to admit.

And that was how he knew he had lost it all.

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Ajak, Alexei/The Red Gurdian, America Chavez, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Christine Palmer, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Darcy Lewis, Doctor Stange Variants, Drax the Destroyer, Druig, Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Hope van Dyne/The Wasp, Ikaris, James “Bucky” Barnes/The Winter Soldier, James “Rhodey” Rhodes/War Machine, Jane Foster, Jimmy Woo, Katy, Kingo, Lady Sif, Loki, Makkari, Mantis, Maria Hill, May Parker, Melina, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Nebula, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker Variants, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Peter Quill/Star-Lord, Phastos, Phil Coulson, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America, Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Sersi, Shang-Chi, Sharon Carter, Sprite, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thena, Thor, Tony Stark/Iron Man, T’Challa/Black Panther, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Valkyrie, Virginia “Pepper” Potts, Vision, Wanda Maximoff Variants, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Wong, Xialing, Yelena Belova

Disney+ Series

*This list is for characters who have not appeared in any movie (with the exception of Captain Carter.)

Agatha Harkness, Bruno Carrelli, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Joaquin Torres, Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab, Madisynn King, Mallory Book, Marc Spector, Mary MacPherran/Titania, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Maya Lopez, Mobius, Monica Rambeau, Nikki Ramos, Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Ralph Bogner/”Pietro” Maximoff, Star-Lord T’Challa, Steve Grant, Strange Supreme, Sylvie, Taweret

Agents Of Sheild Series

Melinda May, Grant Ward, Daisy “Skye” Johnson/Quake, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Lincoln Campbell, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Deke Shaw

Netflix Series

*I plan on watching all Marvel Netflix Series. Though Because Matt Murdok was in No Way Home and She-Hulk, I still will write for him.

Spider-Verses

The Amazing Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Into the Spider-Verse

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman, Miles Morales/Spider-Man, Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus, Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Charles Xavier/Professor X*,Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Erik Legnsherr/Magneto*,Hank McCoy/Beast*,James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix*,Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler*,Marie D’Ancanto/Rogue, Nathan Sumers/Cable, Neena Thurman/Domino, Ororo Monroe/Storm*,Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Psylocke*,Raven Darkholme/Mystique*,Scott Summers/Cyclops*,Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Warren Worthington III/Angel*

*Please specify which actor.

Free Guy

Guy, Millie Ruck, Walter “Keys” McKey

The Office

Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly

Wednesday

Ajax Petropolus, Biance Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams*,Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates. Morticia Addams*,Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Yoko Tanaka

*Please specify which actor.

Star Wars

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Bix Caleen, Bo-Katan Kryze, Boba Fett, Captain Phasma, Cassian Andor, Cobb Wanth, Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Fennec Shand, Finn, General Hux, Han Solo, Jyn Erso, Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Poe Dameron, Princess/General Leia Organa, Qi’ra, Reva Sevander/Third Sister, Rey, Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Michael Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Will Byers

*I do not write for Billy Hargrove

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The Sacrifice, Foreseen

Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader offers to do the snap instead of Tony because she has the same powers at Carol and thinks she could do it. Strange thinks it’s a crazy idea and gets protective of her"

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Stephen Strange hasn’t been out of his trance for five minutes before you suspect that something is up. Technically, anyone could think that upon seeing him; the man is twitchy, restless, so utterly out of his mind that it would take someone truly sightless to not realize that there was a problem. All the same, you’re the only one who seems to think that there’s a problem.

Everyone else is excused from this lapse in their judgment by the distraction brought by Stephen’s trance. He had used his gifts as the Sorcerer Supreme to look into countless futures and see what chances the universe’s greatest heroes had at stopping Thanos. Fourteen million six hundred and five possibilities he saw, and your allies only won in one.

Needless to say, it’s enough to divert focus from even the most fortified minds. Tony Stark is pacing back and forth on the dusty surface of this ruined planet, trying to come up with some sort of plan the way he always does. Even now, though, anyone can tell that it seems pointless. How do you beat such terrible odds?

You alone see Stephen’s strife. That could be due to your own depth of concern, or just a lack of worry for anything else except him. You’ve been in love with Stephen Strange since you met him a couple of years ago; how could you ever see anything else but him?

Perhaps it’s Stephen’s traveling through futures that inspires you to look to the past. The rush of memories is familiar, reminding you of just how everything went down to bring you to this very moment. You had been one of the first recruits to the Avengers, all thanks to your inhuman ability to conjure bolts of energy and wield them at will. Director Fury had said that it reminded him of a good friend of his, Captain Marvel, and so your position on the team was settled.

Once a certain Doctor Strange started making waves within the more mystical side of earth-saving heroes, Fury had mentioned to you that it would be nice if someone could talk to the guy, figure out his deal. It was strictly off the books, of course, because the less S.H.I.E.L.D. had to get involved with magic, the better. Still, you showed up at the New York Sanctum as asked.

That ended up being one of the best coincidences of your life. It’s also how you ended up meeting Stephen two years before the sorcerer ever appeared out of a portal to talk to Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Your meeting with him was conducted on much more pleasant terms, and the two of you actually ended up hitting it off.

It’s rare that someone can get through Stephen’s prickly personality to actually make him laugh in earnest, as repeated to you time and time again by Wong. Thus, Stephen knew from that first meeting alone that you were someone he wanted to keep around. The two of you met up again about a week later for coffee and a consortium on extraterrestrial threats, and just like that, he was one of your favorite people to ever walk the earth.

You and Stephen have been dating for quite a while now, and you couldn’t be more glad to have him by your side. The bond between you means that you can count on someone to watch your back in the toughest of fights, even ones like this, when the odds of losing are so impossibly high that it’s hard to stay motivated.

Maybe you don’t want to think about how hard it’s going to be to defeat Thanos. Maybe that’s why you’re distracted from the team planning session on Kicking a Mad Titan’s Ass 101 and instead feel your gaze lock on Stephen, still a ways away from the rest of the group.

You cross the dusty surface of Titan to reach him. He’s standing up, but leaning against the surface of a jagged rock face. He smiles when he sees you, but something in it is tired, as if even this barest effort is too much for even the Sorcerer Supreme to bear.

You arch a brow at his condition. “Everything alright?”

Stephen lifts a shoulder. “Well, I didn’t quite get to my meditation this morning due to a Hulk smashing through the roof of the Sanctum, so things aren’t exactly proceeding as I’d like.”

You smile, as required, but it slips from you soon enough. “What’s wrong, Stephen? You have to believe that I know you too well to think that nothing is the matter.”

Stephen sighs. “Like I said, I looked into every possible future to see how many we would win. The odds are obviously terrible, but even in the one option we win, the road to success is incredibly difficult. The cost is high.”

“The cost of losing is even higher,” you respond, “and at this point, we don’t have many other choices. Do you end up surviving in the one possibility where we win?”

Stephen nods mechanically. “Yes, but others don’t.”

You contemplate this. “Do we have to worry about anything in the immediate battle?”

“Not in the long run,” he grimaces, “but it’s going to be weird. I can’t say too much right now without giving it away, but yes, this battle is going to be alright. Things should work themselves out.”

You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Then we’ll be alright. Everything else can be handled later, okay? Let’s just work this out right now.”

Stephen is silent for a few moments, and when he finally manages to start speaking again, his voice is hesitant and quiet. “Alright, then. Let’s do this.”

Despite his supposed confidence, you can tell that he’s still holding himself back somehow, as if he doesn’t quite believe what he’s saying. Maybe you don’t have to worry about the consequences of the fight at hand, but you’re certain that there’s something he isn’t telling you. At some point, things will get worse, and that’s when Stephen will really start to worry.

Based on that conversation alone, you thought you knew enough to expect what would happen. Still, losing the Time Stone to Thanos and consequently being snapped away to ash wasn’t exactly in line with your beliefs. The surprise of it is enough to make you regard Stephen with more than a little irritation when you’re finally snapped back.

He’s standing above you, back on Titan. Around you, the Guardians are starting to reappear. As you were dusted, you had fallen to the ground, and Stephen extends a hand to you now, ready to help you up.

You take his offer of aid, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from tossing him a playful glare. “You know, when you said that nothing bad would happen in this fight, I didn’t realize that would mean everyone would turn to dust.”

Stephen raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell me your standards for what was considered bad were so high. Make sure to tell me next time.”

He’s smiling, though, and that certainly counts for something. The moment of happiness stretches for a blessed moment, then breaks like a bubble as Stephen seems to remember what has to come next.

Whatever fears are currently wracking Stephen’s brain, though, he keeps to himself until everyone has been portaled to the battlefield. You think it takes place somewhere on earth, maybe even near the Avengers complex, but the surrounding landscape has been blown so to bits that it’s impossible to make out any other details.

What you can see is that the fight at hand won’t be easy, and that Thanos has himself an army of thousands of soldiers all ready for blood. However, Stephen, Wong, and the other Masters of the Mystic Arts were able to summon up a fair amount of fighters as well. This is where it all goes down, right? This is how you win. This is the future that Stephen saw.

The war starts with a thundering of battle cries, and just like that, you’re plunged into combat. You’re separated from Stephen in the beginning, although you’re able to make your way over to him along with a few other Avengers as soon as you can.

Steve Rogers shouts to him over the melee. “What’s the plan? We can’t keep this up forever.”

Stephen shakes his head, opening up a portal around the neck of one of Thanos’ foot soldiers just to snap it shut with an executioner’s flourish. “We won’t have to. Someone needs to get the Infinity Gauntlet so we can snap away Thanos’ army. The only problem is keeping it and the Stones away from Thanos. Also, we need someone who can actually survive the power of doing the snap.”

Steve hurls his shield at a horde of alien fighters. It comes back to him after a pause, splattered with dark blood. He wipes it off on the ground before sending it once more into the thick of the fighting.

“We had Banner do the snap to bring everyone back, but he can’t take that kind of force again. It’ll have to be somebody else.”

You look up and see Stephen’s eyes cloud momentarily with grief. It occurs to you that this must have been the cost he foresaw, the loss that made him regret even winning. The person to snap away Thanos’ army must have been someone who couldn’t take the power of the Infinity Stones, which means that you’ll need someone who can survive it. Someone like–

Someone like you.

A wave of cold fear descends over you, but when you speak, your voice is steady. “I’ll do it.”

Steve and Stephen turn to stare at you in unison. “What?” Stephen asks, his eyes wide.

“I’ll do it,” you repeat, “My powers make me strong. I can take it. I know I can.”

Steve is nodding, but Stephen looks far less happy about the idea. “Absolutely not,” he says, “We have no idea if you’ll live. It’s not worth the risk.”

You laugh bitterly, the sound enveloped in the cries and shouts of the battlefield. “Of course it is, Stephen. If it saves all of us, it’ll be more than worth it.”

“Not to me,” Stephen responds, face tight with worry.

Steve looks between the two of you, evidently picking up on the existing tension. “It’s your call, Y/N,” he says simply, “Don’t feel as if anyone expects you to do this. I have no doubt that we can find someone else who can. There are enough enhanced individuals on our side to more than make up for it.”

A bolt of enemy fire distracts him, and Steve dashes off in the direction of the gunman. You and Stephen are left alone to debate the merits of your intended sacrifice.

“I’m not letting you do this,” Stephen says through gritted teeth, “I’m not taking the risk of losing you. I know who’s supposed to do this, and his death is terrible, but at least it isn’t you. I can’t take losing you, Y/N. You know that. Don’t do this to me.”

You smile sadly at him. “And I can’t take losing you. If I force somebody else to snap away Thanos’ forces, the battle could rage on long enough for you to die. This is my choice, Stephen. I’m going to save all of us.”

Stephen’s face contorts in worry. “Absolutely not. Don’t you even–”

You cut him off mid sentence. “I love you, Stephen. Always. If this doesn’t work, I want you to know that.”

Stephen reaches out a hand to stop you, but before he can do anything, you take off into the sky, leaving him far behind you as you fly away. You spot the Infinity Gauntlet within a few minutes of searching, carried by Peter Parker as he frantically races away from impending doom. You scorch the alien forces around him through your energy blasts, and land next to him.

Peter looks up at you gratefully. “Thanks for the save,” he says, “I was getting worried there for a minute. Your powers are super cool, by the way.”

You laugh. “Thanks, Parker. Mind if I borrow that from you?”

Peter hands over the Gauntlet without a second’s hesitation. “No problem. What are you going to do with it?”

You exhale slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m going to save us, Peter. I’m ending this.”

Peter’s eyes widen when he realizes what you’re going to do, especially so when Stephen opens up a portal next to you and rushes to you. Before he can reach you, you tug the Infinity Gauntlet over your hand, and let out an involuntary gasp as the power of the Stones flows through you.

Stephen holds out a hand pleadingly. “Don’t do this, Y/N. Please.”

You give him one last smile, just in case he’s right and this doesn’t work. “It’s alright, Stephen. This is the best way I could have gone out.”

A single tear drops from your eye, and before you can think about it a second longer, you snap your fingers. There is a roar in your ears like a hurricane, and then you can think about nothing else at all.

Consciousness comes to you slowly, running in rivulets down your eyes like blood. It takes quite some time for you to be able to register what you’re seeing, or why the face in front of you would look so worried.

Stephen. The person in front of you is Stephen, and he’s kneeling on the ground in front of you. You’ve been propped up against the wreck of a rock formation, you think, and your arms hang listlessly by your side. The pain will hit at some point, you’re sure of that, but for now everything is blissfully still.

“Did it work?” The question is hard to force out of your cracked lips, but Stephen is able to decipher meaning from your whisper.

He nods. “They’re gone, Y/N. You did it.”

You smile, making more blood run down your face. “Good.”

A breath forces itself out of your lungs, jump starting your heart. After that, living is a little easier to do, and you’re able to sit up. The second Stephen realizes that you’re going to be alright, he seems to crumple with relief, and he pulls you into his arms.

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?” He says. “I can’t take something like that again.”

You smile against his shoulder. “Not planning on it, trust me.”

From there, you know you’ll be okay. The world will learn to pick up the pieces soon enough, and you’ll have your time to recover, Stephen by your side all the while. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

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