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[mintteas-things]

Familiarity of a Weapon

Word Count: 2,705

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Summary: Steve, Tony, and Bucky go to inquire why Hydra and Zola's Algorithm deems Stephen Strange a threat. In doing so, they run across a Hydra Weapon.

Warnings: Blood, Loss of a loved one, Weapons, fighting

A/N: I rewrote this idea several times. I stuck with this one because it would be better than the other draft I had. It'll be a mini-series! This will contain a darker theme throughout the series.

“Hydra has the ability to predict and wipe out every possible threat to them. Before they become one. Stephen Strange-”

Steve stared at the laminated folder on the Sorcerer. Ever since the fall of Sokovia and the team nearly splintering, the idea of approaching Stephen Strange was a tough one. Everyone was working together to destroy the remaining Hydra bases. If there was going to be another issue like Baron Zemo, Sokovia, and other possible Winter Soldiers, then they needed to strike. Bucky had been hesitant to share the fact there was one missing from the cryo-freezers in Siberia. They had almost missed it, if Steve hadn't redirected attention from the video that Zemo played to the open and obviously thawed chamber. One cryo-freeze was open- out of them all. Zemo had remarked that it was already open by the time he arrived, the trio finding he actually told the truth for once. It was dated back to the summer of 2014- the day before the Helicarriers were launched into the air. The login user was Secretary Pierce. Yet, no other Winter Soldier than Bucky was there. So where was this one? They didn't have time to worry as Bucky, Steve, and Tony had to have a hard heart to heart and strike at Zemo during it all.

It was a long, heart breaking discussion with Tony after it all. However, it was clear they still had a similar objective. The world council shut down the Sokovia Accords when the truth came out about Zemo. It took a lot of convincing and politics, but it worked. Bucky was only out of his cryo-freeze to aid in the mission. Finding Stephen Strange was number one. Hydra obviously found him a big enough threat to make an attempt on his life. Bucky was sitting next to him in the blacked out Cadillac, Tony sitting in the passenger seat as he stared out the windows. Buildings whizzed by, the summer sun high in the sky and inviting them to bask in its glory. People mingled about, going about their daily lives without much regard to their surroundings. Silence filled the vehicle- tensions already high. What in the world did Hydra have on Stephen Strange that would deem him as a whole threat?

The Cadillac stopped, pausing in front of a two story building that seemed aged. It held a circular window, with curves crossing through it in an intricate manner. The Sanctum. The trio stepped out, Bucky already scanning the area for anyone or anything out of place. When he saw nothing, they walked up the small steps and to the grand oak doors that stood between them, and the foyer. Steve knocked, waiting for an answer. There was no answer for a long minute, Tony impatiently knocking again. Bucky nervously looked around, eyes flitting as he felt his skin crawl. The Sanctum opened, Wong and Stephen appearing confused in the foyer as the door opened up and let in the warm glow of the sun and July air. 

“What are the Avengers doing here?” Stephen asked curiously, taking a sip of his tea as he stood tall and proud. 

Steve closed the door behind him, Bucky and Tony trailing ahead and down the three steps as the billionaire talked. “Hydra deemed you a threat two and a half years ago. Why is that twinkle-toes?” His tone was sharp and aggressive, as though ready for a fight.

Steve sent Tony a warning glance, his jaw clenching as he sighed out. “What Tony means is… Zola’s Algorithm deemed you as a potential threat against Hydra once they launched the Helicarriers in the sky,” he explained.

Stephen Strange felt his brows crease, the cool shade of the Sanctum chilling his nose and his lips warm from the rim of his mug. Blue eyes shifted, a raging stormy color glittering in the dim light. “I was still a surgeon at that time. I lost my abilities in 2015 and only- just only- became Master of the Sanctum here in 2016. There's no possible way the algorithm knew of what I would become,” he shook his head.

The trio exchanged a curious look. “It also based it on voting patterns, living..” Steve added quietly.

Stephen gave a shrug. “I mean… there are a few items that could have been used to defeat them, but it's not really useful in the hands of a modern civilian,” he took another sip of his tea. “I wouldn't know why they would even say my name if a simple Surgeon is a threat.”

The trio weren't convinced, merely eyeing the duo before them carefully. A tense silence filled the air, complete with a hard stare as they seemed to contemplate what was said. It was clear that it wasn't easy to fathom. Yet, Steve was already uneased by the idea of Zola and his algorithm. There was something about Stephen that labeled him as an eventual threat; or it had. He was merely a Master of the Sanctum, with some form of ability to stop threats now. But why back then? Was it a predictor? If it was, how far did it predict and how accurate was it? Obviously it predicted enough to get Stephen on this list prematurely. Hydra cleared their files, indicating whatever record they had on him was gone. The bases they did clear out left no trace. It was a constant rabbit chase across the world for any trace of information. 

“Why are you here then, if the helicarriers are down and Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. is no more?” Stephen questioned, his lips a thin line and voice sharp. 

“There's another Winter Soldier on the loose,” Bucky answered quietly. All eyes turned on him. “Any time I listened to the recorded conversations… They always referred to him as the Weapon. That's all. They say that the Weapon is now ready and going for you Stephen.”

Frigid air- unnatural and not of magic- flooded the Sanctum. Stephen felt his blood ice and he stared at the former Winter Soldier. He was still being hunted? Silence haunted the room. It was an undeniable silence that was filled with the chill and tension that shifted with heightened fear. Stephen looked between the three, awaiting for anything else. 

“They say he's even worse than me. With a longer record, more gore..” Bucky couldn't maintain eye contact. “Even he was just a rumor. Except he's not a ghost story that sends tingles- he's a haunted legend. The Winter Soldier inside me doesn't even like to remember or wish to remember him. They say the Weapon is under complete control of Hydra. They don't even know if it can become undone.”

“So what you're saying is.. even if we find the Weapon we can't undo the programming given?”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m not the person that knows about that part. Natasha Romanoff knows however, from the Red Room,” his voice was gentle, eyes soft as he thought about the agent. The men exchanged glances, Steve feeling a pain twinge in his chest. His friend remembers it- most of it all. He had apologized to her when everything had settled down. Steve was told this by them separately- each telling a separate version of what they remembered. While she didn't meet him directly, he trained the Widows from the Red Room. It was how they became so deadly.

Steve felt his lashes flutter over his cheeks, his gaze downcast as he gently thumbed the folder. Just as more questions were going to be asked, his phone rang. A soft excuse me, he stepped towards the front door and answered it. 

“I found her,” Natasha’s gentle voice rang in her ears. 

“Her?” Steve quietly echoed in confusion.

“The Weapon is not a he- but a she,” the agent clarified. 

Steve felt his heart stop briefly.

“She's the one who helped train us in the Red Room with Bucky,” a soft inhale, “She was the face for the Winter Soldier. At that time, she was their perfected weapon- the one that they hoped Bucky could achieve. Bucky resisted the programming so much that he didn't become what they wanted. Its why he is Bucky now-” a soft inhale and the sound of paper being flipped was heard from the phone, “Steve… They tortured her so much she forgot who she was. She has no one to bring her back- to identify her like you did…” a pause. “The… base, where we found her files..”

Steve could hear Stephen and Tony bickering in the background, names being called at each other over something stupid. He looked at the group, lips forming into a tight line. “Go on..” he murmured. He could feel his gut sinking, the hairs on his neck rising.

Natasha gave a soft sigh through her lips, her voice barely hiding a tremble, “She's from… Her name is Y/N L/N, she's in her late twenties and she's… shit.” Natasha’s voice trailed off at the mention of how old the Weapon was. There was loud silence- the idea that someone could be either so young, or so old was terrifying. How could it even be possible if the Weapon was older than even he and Bucky?

Steve stared at the marble floor. The clatter of his phone now loud in the foyer and halting the bickering. Everyone looked at him, his face pale and eyes wide as the sound of muffled noises came from the end of the phone. Then a click. Natasha hung up for a reason. Steve could still feel his hackles rising on his neck. Something was wrong and it just wasn't the impossible information. His gaze flitted up, staring at Bucky as his best friend seemed to notice something from the circular window. His gaze was focused on the area, moving up the stairs and looking outside. Stephen readied himself, jerking his arms back and swirling discs of the mystic arts appearing. Wong did the same next to him, their eyes searching the ceiling. Tony seemed to pace back and forth, staring up above as well. Steve hadn't noticed it- but their bickering had stopped a long time ago during his phone call. 

The sounds of thumping back and forth hit Steve’s ears. Followed by gentle scratching and pitter pattering. The window exploded inwards- Bucky flying back and tumbling down the steps. Smoke poured in, the stress of wood and snapping filling the air as light now dared pour in and try to peer into the swirling, white mass which stopped everyone from seeing. 

A flicker.

Appearing just briefly in the sun was a mangled scar, knotted and white with clear webbing of a star on the bicep. Below it was оружие, a clear intention of harming the skin with a knife and scarring. Smoke swirled around the image, a brief flicker of a muzzle with grates and blood over it. The sound of a gun being loaded with a magazine hit Steve’s ears, his eyes widening as he now dared to leap forward. A quick flash of golden orange, wind swept out and the smoke scattered. Stephen was now before the group, the Weapon close and the barrel of the gun pointed at him through the shield he threw up. The getup was similar to Bucky’s Winter Soldier. Except, the muzzle was tight, pinching and irritating the skin that blood rolled down your neck and into the collar of your vest. Your eyes were blank and lifeless. There was a loud silence as Stephen stared you down with an intensity that could smite Dormammu himself.  Your outfit however, was a tight, sleeveless compression shirt with a vest overtop, and gloves that extended to your biceps. Multiple straps littered your arms and torso, holding an array of weapons and combat boots holding cargo pants up. 

No one moved. Not even you. It was clear you were assessing the situation after being surrounded. Tony’s suit had appeared quickly, arc reactor in his palm whirring violently to life as he pointed his palm at the back of your skull. Everyone was tense, clear that they chose the right day to visit Stephen Strange. 

“Y/N,” Steve began softly. He watched your body visibly tense even more, muscles so taut it seemed inhumane. “Y/N L/N,” he finished. You didn’t move, sweat beading down your temple at his voice. Why did it sound familiar? It sounded like someone you knew. Supposed to know.

When Strange repeated it- it felt like your mind was ripping apart. You looked at Stephen Strange with a wild look that was akin to a cornered animal. Your lips parted, your grip tightening around your gun as your heart hammered violently within your chest. You felt like puking. The magic shield went down, Strange standing before you with a pleading look.

You want to throw up. The greys at his temples stood out within his stark black hair, his blue eyes a swirl of deep hues as he stared at you with a weary caution.  You swear you’ve seen him before. You know you’ve seen him other than the files marking him as your target. He was so kind and gentle with you. The image in your brain flickering to a time where men wore fashionable vests and suits, his hands clasped around your face as you stood at the docks. His lips, smothering yours in a fashion so desperate and needy as his breathing was labored. When he pulled back, he mouthed something…. The distant words, you dared not think.

The programming was starting to kick back in- a warning that said if you failed you would surely be tortured worse than before. Just as your muscles twitched to touch the trigger, Bucky slammed into you. He straddled your waist, gripping your vest collar and metal fist raised in preparation to strike. Anger- violence. The bloodlust that tinged his pupils was familiar and you froze before your former companion. You dared not move. Bucky kept poised, ready to strike like a snake and then-

Black.

Strange watched as you slumped out against the floor, body still tense and yet more relaxed. He looked at Steve, the blonde looking surprised his friend actually knocked you out still. Silence filled the room as everyone seemed to relax from their fighting and defensive positions. The glass glistened within the sunlight, scattering rainbow rays away from the area as they seemed to try and formulate words to articulate how oddly easy it was.

“You said that she was brainwashed so much that there may not be any indication of the old person she was,” Steve murmured quietly. "Bucky?"

Bucky frowned, looking at the blonde. “She froze,” he murmured. The moment he saw the scars in your bicep was the moment the Winter Soldier allowed him to access the memories of the Red Room and Hydra with you. “She doesn’t freeze. She kills, instantly. It doesn’t matter if the room was filled with us who could outpower her- she would still strike. Why would she freeze?" Even he couldn't answer that question for his friend.

Strange looked down to you once more, the sense of familiarity dawning upon him as he stared at you. Why did you look familiar? It wasn’t that he saw you presently- he could see you in an old Victorian dress, tears streaming down your face and a sort of pleading for him to not go. He blinked and shook his head, scattering the mental image which was appearing. No, that’s impossible. Then again, two and a half years ago he was setting off to learn how to become a sorcerer. Nothing in this life was impossible. Bucky started to move you, rolling you over and placing you in handcuffs while Steve tied your legs. “Where are you taking her?” Strange’s throat felt dry, a sense of worry slipping through his features.

“Wakanda. We can help her there,” Steve explained softly.

“Let me come with,” the Sorcerer immediately stated. It was close to a demand- but it wasn’t entirely there. His eyes flickered with a sense of want- wanting to try and help. The trio exchanged glances, Wong looking surprised. 

At that, Steve nodded then, a deep sigh expanding his chest out.

[mintteas-things]

São Paulo

A/N: Based on an edit I saw, and guilty pleasure listening to this song. Christine Palmer is a bit of an asshole to Reader in this one-shot. For the Plot, really. :)

Word Count: 7.7 k Words

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Warning: Implied female reader, swearing, smut, jealousy, bullying, anal, oral giving (F to M), dirty talk, dildo fucking, finger fucking;

Hot like risin' sun, burnin' everything she touch

She don't even want your money, can buy you and someone else

She's addicted to the rush (bota na boca, bota na cara)

I can never get enough (bota na boca, bota na cara)

She's desensitized to money, need to pay with somethin' else ᭩

Watchful eyes were all around you. The talk of the century- the best doctor that was hired in Stark Industries. Of course, after a long week of modifying “surgeries”, tending wounds, and testing blood samples of the Supersoldiers and superheroes within your care- it was party time. The successes of the heroes that all came together at the compound. Even the newcomer Bucky was present. Tony- while still upset- came around after you explained the notions of psychology and how it wasn’t him. It was like a whole other person- similar to cases you’ve read about Marc Spector who had two personalities- or people he says- within him. Once that was explained, Tony had simmered down a little and understood that. Of course, he always came by to discuss difficult feelings that he couldn’t process with Pepper.

After all- your brilliance allowed medical school, some surgery, and even psychology. All on the dime and paid for by Stark Industries. You were a brainiac- one who couldn’t be satiated by any book in the world. It was similar to Doctor Stephen Strange, the photographic memory and desire to learn. The only difference was that you didn’t want fame. You wanted to live a simple life. Yet, you were fawned and praised similarly to the Avengers that you worked with. Money? You had it. Fame? You had it. Fans? Surprisingly, yes. Freedom? Yes. A lover? No. You didn’t have a partner, but you had everything else. How bizarre. You had everything, and yet it felt like you had nothing.  

You wore black stiletto heels, bows at the back of them just around your ankles. Your dress was satin, skirt attached to a plain corset. At the top, ribbons hung off the shoulder and around your biceps, long tails hanging down. A long slit went up to your upper thigh, teasing the world with a potential view of your lace panties. Tony stood before you with his tuxedo, Pepper at his side in a beautiful red and gold cocktail dress with an open back. Her hair was placed up with a claw clip, embroidered with diamonds and glittering gold. She looked stunning hanging off of his arm. The couple looked you over, Tony wrinkling his nose.

“Too much black,” he huffed out.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to your figure. “I wear colors during the day. Let me finally wear a piece of dark clothing..” you whined out. In a way, they were similar to parental figures.

Pepper giggled softly, hiding her smile behind her hand as Tony wrinkled his nose in return. “Look kid,” he began. Oh how you hated that nickname. “Just.. trust us.” He held out a maroon colored box, similar to the colors of Pepper’s dress. It was small and light which allowed you to carefully pull it apart. A glittering, diamond choker present. You gasped softly at the sight, Tony moving over and gently placing it on after you moved your hair out of the way. “There, better. Now let's get going. We have guests waiting.”

He held his hands at both of your lower backs- Pepper’s a little lower. Your heels clicked, the sound of your bodies moving so elegantly that it turned heads. The party was taking place at an event building in downtown New York City. Ever since Avengers Tower was destroyed, it was replaced with an event building as a donation by Tony. How thoughtful- but now he hosted a lot of charities, parties, events, and more. Typically it was company and work events, but he had to splurge and celebrate once in a while. Your nerves were on fire, hands wringing nervously together as you looked out the limo window. Tony and Pepper were occupied with each other. That was fine with you, but even then you wished you had some comfort. Happy had driven the three of you to the events center, slowing down behind other vehicles as the Avengers all filed out and waved to the cameras. Despite it all, they were all still beloved by the community. It was always an uproar when everyone could get together. The only people missing were Bruce and Thor. However you were told that Thor had to save Asgard and Bruce had to take a mental break. You swallowed thickly, watching as Steve waved to the crowd and Bucky beside him. The poor man was nervously gripping his own pant legs, eyes searching around for any comfort. They had stepped forward, allowing the three of you to step out.

“Ready to finally have your face everywhere?” Tony teasingly asked.

You shook your head no, pushing your hair to flip over the other shoulder. “It was better to laugh at the critics when they could imagine how ugly I am,” you pouted. It was true. Very rarely did your photo end up as a leak online. This was due to Tony’s compliance with your wish, and Nick Fury ensuring it be done. Director Fury had been the one to start rumors about what you looked like, ensuring privacy and the drama of a formerly Hydra infested company. With good reason- the Winter Soldier would have had you as a target. 

That earned a laugh from the couple. The door opened by a chauffeur, Pepper stepping out first. The crowd was loud,  the sound of shuttering cameras echoing and overlapping one another. Steve and Bucky turned to watch, Tony placing a smile on for the crowd as he waved. He linked arms with his lover, the two waving and saying hello before walking up the steps. 

You planted your right heel onto the red carpet, hearing Happy give you a ‘break a leg doc!’ as you nervously stepped out. Immediately the crowd hushed for a second before roaring. It intensified the moment you stood up fully, giving a hesitant wave. 

“The woman of the hour, people! It's really Y/N!” Tony yelled at the crowd before scampering away. 

Your eyes shot daggers at the back of his head, knowing his stupid smirk was on his face. Photos, flashes, cheering all around as you gently plucked up your skirt and walked up the steps. You linked arms with the super soldiers, letting them guide you up to the entrance of the exclusive party. The celebration was the fact you had somewhat ‘cured’ Bucky. Through extensive research of Psychological methods, you effectively erased the sleeper code within his brain. Atop of that, you managed to give some semblance of memories back to him. It would take a lot more research, time, and energy to even undo everything Hydra had done. Bucky had happy memories- of before and during the war. Small blurbs of Steve and the Howling Commandos. That was all you could recover.

It was tested by trained professionals and others alike- news outlets catching wind of your dedication to help Bucky. Its why you were all there now. Your eyes flickered up, looking at the grand hall that had two curving staircases to an upper floor. Waiters and waitresses bustled with serving plates, glasses of champagne and finger food present. A glittering chandelier hung down from the tall ceiling, warm lighting casting shimmering flickers of reflected light across the way. Butlers opened the doors for the three of you, allowing you to enter the cool air that was contrasted by the warm summer night outside. So many faces- your head felt like it was swimming. The psychology and medical community were there, along with close friends, acquaintances, and the media. It was elegant. Throngs of people all mingled together, and off to the distant side of the room was a space reserved for the group. You all entered, Steve looking to you before letting go of your arm. Everyone fell silent, the doors closing behind you all as the muffled sounds of voices were shut out. You gripped Bucky’s arm, nervousness building as the silence prolonged.

Then the clapping. Your fingers tightened into the fabric of Bucky’s suit as he seemed to press into you in turn. Photos of Bucky holding your waist with one gloved hand were taken, both looking serious and a topic of hot gossip. Surely this wouldn't surface later with rumors… right? Oh it would, but you weren't thinking about that at the moment. Clapping was heard, praises along with it as Steve escorted you both to the group. Odd- both of you wanted seclusion. You and Bucky never wanted this to get out, and yet it did. You all passed the throngs of people that had parted, all now intermingling behind you as you walked. Bucky’s hand not once left the small of your back as you walked with faux confidence. Off to your left, a very attentive set of blue eyes watched you. His hair neatly slicked back and a stray strand dangled handsomely over his forehead. Greys at his temples- he looked ravishing in his designer suit. He seemed to have missed what his former coworkers were talking about, looking at them when Christine touched his arm in worry. 

His gaze flickered down to search her cognac ones, finding worry and concern. A smile graced his lips, crinkling the edges of his eyes as he did so. A gentle nudge of assurance that he was okay. Stephen Strange was Christine Palmer’s date to the event. He previously couldn't take his eyes off of her. The glittering, midnight blue dress that accented her frame made him weak. Yet, when he watched you enter it was like everything stopped. The group he was with had gasped- like a scandal just dropped on the latest soap opera show. Each had remarked different things about how you looked. The only thing he and Christine had managed out was how young you appeared. Christine, more of shock and underlying tones of skepticism and possible jealousy while Stephen with awe. He felt her link arms with him, resuming conversation about your work with the others. He could feel heat radiate from his neck; he just had to get to know you.

As the night went on, bodies and voices continued to mingle. You were tired of all of the socializing at this point. This was a very big reason as to why you wanted to remain hidden. You could hide away without fear of being pestered all of the time. Yet, here you were. Surrounded by throngs of people and a crowd that didn't intend on stopping anytime soon. The party had its introduction of you and your work, and successes that were followed by the popping of corks and bubbling foam. Was this how Tony had previously celebrated? Good gods, you wanted to throw up after a second drink and little wienies that made it down your throat. You were standing upstairs on the balcony, your eyes looking over the street just below on the backside. The celebration seemed to continue on even as people left. Joining you out on the balcony was a couple, your eyes not lingering long. The man was definitely eye candy- his luxury suit deliciously form fitting and his hair neatly done. Fearing the wrath of cat claws from his date, you avoided any eye contact and merely made room for them to join you on the balcony in the warm air. Of course, thoughts focused on elsewhere, you almost didn't catch the fact he was trying to gain your attention.

His deep voice- timbre and soothing like a good whiskey on the back of the throat. Your head turned, watching the couple with a guarded expression and fully honing in on his words. “-isn’t it?” He seemed to be asking something.

“Sorry,” you shook your head. “I didn't quite catch what you said.”

The woman arched a brow as a frown settled on her lips. The man however gave a small nod of understanding. “Its Y/N, isn’t it?” He questioned gently.

Your nose wrinkled. Well, you can't fault him. Practically everyone was now just seeing you for the first time. “Yes, it is. Doctor for the Avengers,” you smiled tiredly. You held out a hand, in which he gently kissed your knuckles in a charming manner. His goatee tickled your skin, your cheeks turning pink once more. “I-I’m sorry, I didn't catch either of your names,” you spluttered out, looking between them. You caught the sneer from the woman's face, the jealousy radiating from her like a toxic gas. 

Was Tony dealing with that all the time from other men before he finally bit the bullet and decided to act on his feelings for Pepper? Gods, you hated this. At least the billionaire had charm and could work his way around the men, but you? You were socially awkward. You merely breathed in this man's direction and this woman was ready to tear off your face. “Doctor Stephen Strange,” he introduced himself. “And this is Doctor Christine Palmer. She currently works at Metro-General Hospital,” he added, gesturing to the now named brunette.

Your brows raised briefly. “I work with that hospital on occasion. They’ve done wonders with Stark Industries,” you smiled kindly to them. They both looked surprised at your revelation. “Also, just to make sure I heard you right- Doctor Stephen Strange? As in, the former neurosurgeon, correct?” 

They both nodded.

Awe immediately entered your gaze and your mouth dropped open. “Wow! That is so cool! I finally got to meet one of the.. coolest surgeons in the world, and another doctor who helped him as well,” you were now beaming ear to ear, as though this was the best situation to be in. However, just as you were about to make friendly talk Stephen and your face fell into very different expressions. His horror, and yours offense. 

“I’m sorry, but this seems to be too good to be true. You're young- way too young to have completed residency. On top of that, you somehow manage to cure the former Winter Soldier? Your medical expertise is quoted left and right and yet, you don't listen to what is given to you by more experienced doctors,” Christine’s voice had raised briefly, anger flushed over her neck and upper chest. She was glaring at you- holes burned into your body as your face contorted from your mouth hanging open to a sneer. 

Your hands clenched at your sides, wholly aware of the few friends you had that were lingering nearby. You had to remain nice- remain nice, remain nice, remain ni-

“Besides, a young woman like you, you're probably just the plaything that gets passed around.”

Stephen immediately let out a hiss, telling Christine to shut up. He paled, watching as your brows knitted together and your jaw clenched. Christine looked smug, arms folded over her chest. His eyes flitted from you to the man who came over. His own blonde brows furrowing and a scowl on his lips. He didn't like what he heard at all; Stephen admired the fact that the Avengers protected one of their own. Inside, the Sorcerer was disappointed. Why was Christine jealous? This was so out of character for her that it even took him by surprise.

“I’ll have you know,” a baritone voice began. The famous Steve Rogers at your side with his hands in his pockets. His head tilted, blonde hair slicked back and white button up stressed over his chest as his shoulders rolled back. “Y/N is the delegate to Metro-General Hospital for Stark Industries. Those fancy new items for the emergency room that were just sent out? By Y/N’s approval- an extension of Tony. I might be a veteran that came out of the ice only several years ago, but I know business discussions and planning. We’ve all taken turns sitting with her to see what she does when she isn't busy with her research or tending to us,” Steve looked mad- his icy blues lit with fire, an anger swirling in them. Christine faltered, looking up to Stephen.

Stephen was scowling down at her, a plethora of mixed emotions present while his hands shook even more. “Metro-General hospital got approval for upgraded equipment and technology. They were going to do test runs on the basis of Y/N’s work,” a sharp inhale, “Something I was going to tell you on the way to the conference those couple of years ago. It wasn't just my celebration, it was to award you with the news of what was to come.” His jaw clenched, a vein popping out along his temple as he glowered bitterly at Christine. He then looked at you and Steve, saying shortly, “I apologize for the words spoken and behavior of my former colleague-” you saw her wince, “-we will take our leave now. If you need anything, please contact me at Bleeker street, the Sanctum.”

With that, he dragged Christine from the balcony. You watched them go, your hands unclenching from their balled prison and catching a stray, angry tear before it could mess up your makeup. You turned your head away, not allowing Steve to see she had gotten to you. His hand cradled your elbow, gently turning you with a hand on your hip as you kept your head turned away. 

“Y/N…” he softly spoke, turning your chin so you could stare up at the man.

Your lips were curved into a pout, frowning as you dared to hold onto his biceps. Your eyes were glassy and  eyelashes wet. You didn't say anything, merely avoiding eye contact with him as he frowned. A deep sigh escaped through his nose, footsteps approaching as Bucky seemed to appear after seeing how upset you and Steve were. Funnily enough, the two of you found solace in one another after working together for a long time. His frame rushed over, seeing Steve reluctantly let you go to him and you hid into the expanse of the Winter Soldier. It was then that the first Avenger had gone off, presumably to talk to Tony about what had just transpired. 

Bucky peered at you, slowly wrapping his full arms around you and stared off. His storming eyes stared at Doctor Strange’s back, watching him animatedly wave his hands from a distance while Christine seemed to argue back about something. 

The tabloids were full of you. There was nothing that could stop them from capturing your face, outfits, and multiple shots of you amongst the other Avengers. While there were photos of the other famous heroes, everything was dedicated to you. Stark Industries had professional photos from a photoshoot not long ago- slapped on the front face of nearly every magazine. All different poses- but each were the same. You in a very beautiful blouse that was partially undone, black slacks, and black flats. You were standing, leaning against something, or sitting in a chair in what many dub a power move. Either way, each headline was a hit. It all talked about you- with whatever these vultures could dig up on you. Even a whole subsection of gossip about your love life. Multiple elegant photos were in that section, with one in the arms of Bucky Barnes as you two danced in a classic waltz. The flames were lit- you were under the spotlight even more. Your popularity soared and business insiders talked about your multi-billion contracts you secured while Tony’s apprentice. 

Stephen stared blankly as he flipped through each one, all similar. They seemed to regurgitate the same language, prose, and grammar. What made him pause however, was a section where it was a sneak shot of you, Steve, himself, and Christine. With headlines pertaining to jealousy and love affairs- and starstruck wonder. His lips pressed to a thin line, brows furrowing together. He was labeled as a possible lover and starstruck, and jealousy was labeled in fat, goopy letters over Christine. His hands rubbed his face, giving a groan. Wong laughed from his own chair beside him, grinning at the reading he had. 

“This is quite amusing. You should clear the air with them, you know?” He suggested, eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. 

“If Christine didn’t open her mouth…” his hands gripped the arms of his chair in a vice grip, glowering bitterly while he did so. Christine. She was also placed in a bad spotlight. His eyes turned, hearing the door to the Sanctum open. He and Wong stood up, rising to greet who had come through the door. Speak of the devil…His hand raised, grating gold closing the tabloids as the Doctor walked up to him with purpose.

“You have to help me fix this,” she begged, her eyes red with tears. It was clear she had been crying. “They’re painting me in a bad light.”

“If you didn’t accuse the brain prodigy, we wouldn’t be in the tabloids,” Strange mumbled, narrowing his eyes at her. “Look, I don’t know what you want to do. You accused her of being a cum slut before the very team, and in front of several guests. How can I undo that?”

“I don’t know. Can’t you go back in time and fix it?” She desperately questioned.

“I can’t do that,” he frowned. “Besides, that’s not how it works.”

She ran her fingers through her hair, groaning as she gently pried at it. “Ugh! Stephen! Please, just let me apologize or something to her!” She begged then.

Strange arched a brow, his eyes flitting to Wong as he turned around and sat down. He opened one of the tabloids, giving a soft snort through his nose. “Hey, maybe the compound will be best,” he offered, pointing at a photo that was taken. Paparazzi really are roaches.

It was a good thing he previously was at the compound. It was something that needed to be done at the request of Tony Stark.  He opened the portal, right in front of the doors. Christine followed, opening the front doors as she seemed to blaze a trail through unfamiliar territory. “Tony?” Strange called out, hearing voices that quickly hushed. Footsteps sounded, coming closer and Stark appearing. He arched a brow at the Sorcerer, looking around. 

“How’d you get past locked gates?” He inquired, tilting his head. An edge to his tone indicated he wasn’t willing to play nice. He stared, jaw set and clenched. 

“Magic,” Strange remarked flatly. He didn't break eye contact, Tony staring him down as he sighed.

“Whatever balloon animal maker,” he rolled his big brown eyes and then sassily jutted a hip. “What brings you both here?”

Christine opened her mouth, Strange settling a hand on her shoulder. “Doctor Palmer came to apologize,” he began, his cloak swaying and monastic robes such a beautiful blue. “If Ms. Y/N is willing to hear her out.”

Tony glowered at the woman, now turning his full gaze on her. “You know,” he began in a bitter bite, glaring. “She worked her ass off to pull off that contract at Metro-General Hospital-”

“I understand that-” Strange began.

“No- you don't. She faced the same attitude from others that Doctor Palmer had there the whole time she made that contract. It only got through because of her work with Bucky,” he sneered. “Then you accuse my brightest talent of being a cum slut?”

While they were arguing, it was really funny. You weren't the Avenger's cumslut at all. You were your own.Your wrists were aching, pumping the dildo out of your pussy and back in. You had been tense lately anyways, and you finally had free time while the world exploded with the news of your face reveal. Besides, what was the harm? You had imagined it was Doctor Stephen Strange’s anyways, free hand gripping your mouth as you writhed overtop of the sheets. Your stomach coiled, sharply tightening into a ball and becoming undone as you reached your climax over the toy. It was drenched, your bedsheets following and you sighed out in pleasure. A beeping, followed by F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice filled your room. 

“Ms. Y/N, Mr. Stark wants to know if you could meet him in the foyer,” the AI informed.

You sighed. Your head laid back on the bed. What you really needed was a break, a good fuck, and sleep. “Tell him I’ll be right out,” you groaned, body huffing out and light from the excitement. You had to legitimately do more work- and you were promised a week off. What the actual fuck. Your hands pulled the toy out, whimpering at the loss and disappearing into your private bathroom. You washed up- quickly presenting yourself and putting on pajamas so none would be the wiser. It only took half an hour after a relaxing wash, but still it was clear that Tony was bristling. You had wandered down the expansive halls, seeing Tony impatiently waiting with his arms over his chest and glaring at you. Waiting in the room already was some of the other Avengers, clearly in discussion with someone. You could hear the familiar baritone voice and feminine voice. You glared right back at Tony. “You called me down for them?” You hissed out in annoyance. Your voice was quiet, not having rounded the corner.

His nose wrinkled briefly, frowning. “You smell… like you’re hiding something,” his eyes narrowed on you.

You waved a hand. “I took a shower Tony, doesn’t matter anyways. Why do I have to talk to them?” 

“Doctor Palmer wants to apologize. Besides, Doctor Clown back there doesn’t seem as interested in being here as you are. Go in there and hear them out,” he then nudged you, sending you on your way around him. 

How ironic. Her accusations seemed to only further cement in her belief as you rounded the corner into view and seemed to radiate a glow from post-coital interactions. Even funnier was Bucky trailing in after you as he seemed to hear the commotion and wanted to see why Steve and the others were equally as bristly as Tony. You stood in your fluffy pajamas, the Winter Soldier behind you with his head held high and hands in his pockets. An indifferent look on his features as Doctor Palmer seemed to hide her twitching manners. She was bursting with a retort that even had Doctor Strange staring her down. You knew that look- it seemed universal. He was telling her to not make a sound. 

“I wanted.. To apologize,” she finally managed out. You folded your arms over your chest. Your legs raised goosebumps, cold from the cool air in the compound. You were wearing shorts that scrunched at your waist, and a tank top that held the big A logo from the team you supported. 

“About?” You asked nonchalantly. A brow raised.

All eyes shifted between the two of you. 

“You know,” she seemed to force out, eyes rolling. 

“What? Afraid to admit to everyone what you accused me of?” You enjoyed taunting the woman who seemed to lose all confidence with everyone watching. “You seemed pretty confident and bold the other night.”

“You’re right I was. I shouldn’t even be apologizing since you seem to be basking in the glow.” That didn’t take long to let the claws out from her. Doctor Strange slapped his palm to his forehead, groaning out. This truly wasn’t going the way it was intended. “Is he proud?” Doctor Palmer gestured to Bucky. 

He made no movements, simply staring her down. Tony watched as he poured a shot of whiskey and took it. He knew you hated crowds- public spaces. But this was private- he wasn’t going to stop it. It was rare they all saw your claws out anyways. His brows shot up, immediately curling a finger towards Doctor Strange to get him to step away. Nope- no one was going to stop it. Even Steve and Natasha stepped away, allowing space.

Your head tilted and hip jutted out in a sassy manner, one that clearly mimicked Tony from before. “Jealous?” Your lips curled into a wry smile. “Even if it were true, why do you so clearly care?” You sent a glance to Doctor Strange, his eyes boring into you with a swirl of emotions you couldn’t place. “You seem to have some sort of issue with my age, appearance, my works, and now my sex life. You do realize that this is just a catty, bratty jealousy, right?” You slowly took a step forward, Christine’s body tensing. She shot daggers with her eyes when you even so much as looked in the direction of Strange. It was easy to notice, your brows rising. “Ah, I get what the issue is.” 

Her cheeks were crimson, lips in a scowl as she huffed at you. “What would that be?” She sneered.

You clasped your hands behind your back, rocking on your feet then as you hummed in thought. “You’re quite cagey around Doctor Strange,” you mused aloud. “Afraid of wandering eyes, and yet I’ve heard you have the most wandering eyes of all,” you grew disinterested, walking to the fridge to shift through and find something to snack on. Finding nothing, you grab a glass of water to drink from. Silence answered you, allowing you to continue, “I’ve done my research after rumors started at that hospital you worked at. Quite frankly, Stark Industries wanted a different hospital to help endorse. The only reason I fought so hard for your hospital was because your work in the emergency room, bedside manner, and so much more made me choose there. Another contributing factor was indeed the work of Doctor Strange, with special mechanical tools being made for him before his accident,” you took a sip of water, “But now that I’ve had several years, dealt with a lot of critics from all around, and managed to come out with my own advancements and contributions with Mr. Barnes, I had some time to look.”

You trailed back around the island countertop, standing before her and setting the glass down with a frown. “I work hard Doctor Palmer. I used to look at your work favorably and even argued the hospital needed better equipment to assist your department. Until, I learned you started the rumors when I was planning deals, making business arrangements, and much more. It was part of the reason it took several years. Turns out, companies don’t like it when there’s a threat of pulling funding. I hate using that leverage, but its probably why those rumors stopped,” you narrowed your eyes. “But then, I’m suspecting, is Doctor Strange let eyes linger too long and excitement for another female doctor grow too much. You, didn’t like that.” 

She was staring you down with a sense of hatred in her eyes. You’ve only seen it a few times, but you didn’t dare falter. “You had no care in the world to go looking for Doctor Strange when he disappeared for a year,” a wry smile. “Yet you cling to him until a better opportunity. I can see it through you. Part of my own superpower.”

She shook her head. “You’re wrong,” she objected. 

“I thought you were here to apologize?” You questioned, folding your arms below your chest and standing closed off in front of her. “I’ve only heard further insults, objections, and continue to see the hatred in your eyes. Doctor Palmer, I’ve canceled the contract with Metro-General Hospital. I’ve no time to deal with your attitude.” You turned away, walking towards Bucky.

“Well, what are you going to do instead since you have no more business to deal with? Huh? Further fool the psychology and medical community?” She sneered out. 

You glanced up at Bucky, then back at her over your shoulder. That familiar, wry smile on your lips again. “Going to go get laid, since that’s all I do, remember? By the way, he’s really great at it. Super Soldier serum does things,” a wink, you sauntered past him with a sassy walk that left Bucky remaining- somehow- straight faced and turning to trail out after you.

Doctor Strange felt a bubble of… jealousy? He didn’t know. Nor did he understand. He opened a portal and set it around Christine, letting it swallow her and back to her own apartment. Tony snorted, taking another shot while attention returned to the Sorcerer. He remained silent, before looking at Natasha.

The redhead addressed him, “You look a bit pale.” 

He shook his head. “I don’t know how to fix this damn mess,” he groaned.

“Best way is to talk to her, see if there is a common ground and get to know her,” Natasha suggested, arching a brow. She took a sip of her coffee, a soft slurp filling the air. “Well, if she wants to talk that is. Don’t know if she’d be too thrilled about it.”

Doctor Strange pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezing shut before he sighed out. “Okay, okay, where do I go to see her?” 

“Down the hall to the right. Her door is marked with some cutesy animal shit. You might want to knock first. She doesn’t like visitors when she relaxes,” Tony remarked as he joined the assassin and other Super Soldier, now taking slow sips from his drink. 

Doctor Strange followed the path laid out, now standing before your door and giving a gentle knock. No answer; it was quiet. One of the things the compound had was usually noise proof rooms. Probably because there were way too many remarks to one another about keeping it quiet in the throes of love making. He knocked again and the door shot open, showing you naked, sweating, and grinding on the toy you had earlier. Your eyes went wide, staring at the Sorcerer that was as red as a tomato at the sight. 

“Close the damn door F.R.I.D.A.Y.!” You screeched, the door immediately slamming shut. 

You stared, heart bursting violently in your chest as you quickly pulled your covers up, and pulled on a bathrobe to cover your shoulders. “C-Come in,” you spluttered out, just as red as the Sorcerer as he was now allowed in. His eyes had darkened briefly, his hands trembling a bit more than usual as he brushed them down his thighs. “What is it?” You asked a little too sharply.

He didn’t make eye contact, knowing that his pants were already growing tight. The image in his head wouldn’t leave. “I wanted to discuss any.. Apologies that can be made,” he cleared his throat.

You arched a brow, curious. “You did nothing wrong Doctor Strange,” you remarked matter of factly. “It was your girlfriend. I’m quite surprised, I never heard of her doing that really.”

He shook his head, musing, “She seems to get quite jealous, easily. Its funny, really. We aren’t dating. As much as I liked her, she never seemed to expose this side. I guess my previous remarks of how talented you are and your work is phenomenal got to her when she saw you.” 

You gave a tiny smile, looking down at your lap and way too conscious of the bulbous tip teasing your folds. “Well, she should be careful. Making baseless accusations can get the wrong person involved,” you twiddled with your fingers, then furrowed your brows. “Wait, you’re not dating?”

He shook his head no.

“Then why would she be… so over-reactive to me? If she’s confident you and her would get together, then why act this way?” 

“Competition. Scare you away and she could continue stringing me along I suppose,” he shrugged.

A brow arch at that. “You think she’s stringing you along?” 

“I thought about what you said. She has been chattering about dates with other men and constantly discussing one particular man she’s been working with at the hospital. No use to try to win her over if she’s only going to keep being this way. I’ve also been feeling it's been one-sided… Kind of hard to go after that,” he gave a sad smile. 

You looked at him, a quiet regard as he seemed to stand and look down at his feet. In an odd way, you felt for him. You also felt quite sorry. “Well.. if it makes you feel any better, I uh… Understand,” you offered with a very awkward smile. He looked up at you with a curious look. “I’ve always liked your work ever since I heard about it, Doctor Strange. Guess I’ve followed you closely until you went off and became the… guardian of the Sanctum. Word travels fast with Christine Palmer talking,” you managed out.

He blinked. Then again. His pants looked like it was tight and painful, and a new gush of excitement escaped your folds at imagining him pounding you. 

You cleared your throat, “I mean, not that it means much but her accusation was only wrong in one regard. I’ve been taking care of that area myself. I wouldn’t mind a helping hand.”

Usually, Doctor Strange wouldn’t entertain the idea. Maybe it was his dick that was taking over- or maybe wanting to see your wet folds and spread legs once more was leading his brain. Either way- he was absolutely going to take you up on the offer. Who wouldn’t? You were gorgeous, the talk of the world in the medical, psychology and scientific world. Christine embarrassed him and her job- twice- and here you were, willing to spread your legs for him. He nodded, watching your smile twist into something seductive as you rose from your spot on your bed. Your robe fell off your shoulders, the scent of sex hitting his nose as he stood rigid in his spot. Seriously, how were you not seeing anyone? The very fact you were perfect in his eyes- he saw you lower onto your knees, feeling your hands on his hips and thighs. You had moved his pants, freeing a now throbbing cock from its restraints. His pants and boxers were halfway down his thighs, your mouth taking him whole. Warm, wet, and tongue sliding so deliciously around his tip and over the underside. F.R.I.D.A.Y. locked the door now, the soft click being heard and ignored. Your head bobbed, nose pressing to his pelvic bone as you sucked him off. His hands gathered your hair, pulling it out of your face to let you work. His soft moans filled the air, your jaw unlocking further and taking him farther into your mouth. Your eyes closed, the taste of salty precum slipping down your throat as you bobbed your head. You felt like you were dreaming. You had watched his work from afar- looked at his pictures- you knew of him. 

Now you were on your knees and sucking him off. You removed your mouth, hand replacing it and pumping in its stead as you licked the slit in his tip. He shuddered, sensitive. A gentle suck at the underneath, his moan was a bit louder before you took him back into your mouth. His hips gently pushed, fucking into you.

“Such a good slut,” his deep voice rumbled. It was several octaves lower, indicating he was thoroughly lost in the haze of lust. Your core was dripping onto the floor, clearly enjoying his dirty talk and insults. “Sucking me off like a good.. Good.. whore.” 

His hands gripped the sides of your head, fucking into your mouth with an unapologetic force that had you gripping his hips. Tears swelled in your eyes, taking in breaths through your nose as you let him take control. It wasn’t rough or harsh- but it was just enough to make you worry briefly. His hips stilled, feeling his cock twitch and swell as a harsh, hot coating shot into the back of your throat. You moaned around him, swallowing his cum eagerly as he came. You were so wet it wasn’t funny anymore. You removed your mouth, licking your lips as you did. He was partially limp, dick so eager to try and get back up to bury himself into your tight, wet, cunt.

His pupils were blown wide, pulling you up to your feet and directing you back onto your bed. He used his magic to remove his clothes, and another to lift up the dildo. You watched him, bringing your knees up and holding your legs back to show off how wet you were. Your clit was swollen and aching, red and your pussy the same way. He pushed the dildo into you, watching as you took it so well. It was like it was eagerly awaiting to be filled, folds around it and being pushed and stretched. His other hand moved, fingers gently rubbing over your clit as your eyes rolled back. 

“Your pussy is so wet… look at how gorgeously you take it,” his breathing was coming out short and sharp, heavily breathing as he watched you moan and groan. He pulled out the dildo now, rubbing it’s bulbous tip over your folds. You were whimpering, feeling his fingers stop their assault on your engorged clit. He moved, pushing two fingers into you without warning and pumped. A gentle curling motion inside of you, feeling each passing padding over velvet walls. A different coil started to form, your eyes widening as you started to pant out obscene and vulgar words before him. His eyes were almost black, the deep blue focused on his hand as he pulled out his fingers. You gave out a scream of his name, squirting out juices and excitement that had him chuckling. 

His cock- now once more revived at the sight, seemed to engorge itself even more. Had it gotten thicker with anticipation? He was already quite large- but this would certainly take the cake. Your legs were quivering, stretching out.

“Stand up, lean forward on the bed,” he ordered. You didn’t argue, now planting your palms onto the edge of your bed and hips pushing into his. You felt his leaking tip slide from your entrance to your clit, teasing you relentlessly as he looked down at your ass. “Say… Y/N… can you take this cock like the good slut you are?”

“Uh-hum~” You hummed out eagerly, looking at him over your shoulder. You felt his tip press in, folds opening up just for him as he seemed to stretch you out. He felt fuller, deeper, and so much better than you could ever imagine. He pressed into you, balls pressed against your clit and remaining there. 

“Good… because I plan on fucking you so good that you’ll only be a slut for me,” his voice was dark, feeling the dildo travel between your ass. It was already wet and slick with your own juices, his thumb spreading your cheeks. “I want you to beg for my cock… Can you do that for me sweetheart?”

“Please Doctor Strange… Please fuck me,” you whined, trying to move your hips. Instead, you found a vice grip on you to keep you still. 

A hum, his head tilted. “Such a pretty ass,” he sighed out dreamily. It was taking everything in him not to lose control. You could sense that. A new feeling started to tickle above your entrance, magic clearly being worked as the bulbous tip of the dildo now started to work its way into your asshole. Your eyes rolled back, gasping as more slick gushed out and coated him. 

“Doctor Strange, fuck me- I’m such a good slut,” your depraved words like music to his ears. He started to thrust into you. A harsh, fast speed that had your body rocking. Just as he pulled out, the dildo pumped into your ass. Each part of your hole filled with pleasure. It was certainly a different experience, not having thought of being stretched through your ass either. But it was a deadly combination that had you gripping the bedsheets below your hands. His heavy breathing filled the air, your moans a song as your nipples brushed over the cloth below you. Already hard and perked, you felt overstimulated with the feeling there and how his balls slapped hard against your clit. Your mouth hung open, gasping softly as you were filled. Your body shook, hands gripping your hips and continuing the assault on your body. You didn’t know how long it would take until-

You gave a scream of pleasure, walls constricting around his dick and milking him. Your back arched, the dildo moving into you still as he paused. You heard him chuckle, sweat along your temples before he moved. Hot, electric flashes ran through your body as you continued, feeling the dildo still inside of you as he continued his pumping. The base of the dildo brushed against his pelvic bone, causing a grunt of annoyance. He removed it, causing you to whine at the loss. 

“Going to take my cum like the cumslut you are?” 

You nodded.

“I didn’t hear you,” he grunted out, continuing his fast and hard pace. The sound of skin slapping in the air as you continued to drip onto the floor. He wasn’t keen on letting you go, his speed picking up with each pump. It dragged through your walls, your toes curling at feeling the twitch along his cock.

“Yes, I’m a good, good cumslut,” you managed out, hearing a soft praise. You felt his fingers move to feel him slide into you, your own hand moving between your legs and rubbing tight circles over your clit.

“Good girl, touch yourself,” he panted, now giving a hard, last thrust and moaning. You had milked him again, his hot seed shooting into you with such eagerness that had you gasping. It felt right. So, so right.

You came out of your room hours later. You were marked head to toe, leaking cum and catching that only in your panties. A bathrobe only adorned your body, carrying you to the kitchen for water. Your eyes flickered to the group that now looked up upon your arrival in the room. Tony gave a knowing smirk and turned to his whiskey, Natasha arching a brow and Steve avoiding eye contact. 

“You’re not beating the allegations,” Tony hummed to you.

“Mhmm… Such a shame its with her former boytoy,” you grinned back, earning a chuckle. You were definitely going to enjoy being Stephen’s cumslut.

[mintteas-things]

Without You [Final Part]

Part 2 || Part 3- you are here.

Word Count: 2,072

Pairings: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: The final battle between the Avengers and Thanos begins. A sacrifice must be made in order to gain that one winning reality. However, is it the sacrifice that Strange intended it to be?

Warnings: Death, Character Loss, Depression, PTSD mentions, blood & fighting, Hospitalization, Fluff. A happy ending.

A/N: A slight AU :) I hope you enjoy!

A crackle in your ear, Sam’s voice ringing out to everyone, “On your left!”

All of your eyes widened- hearing the grating sounds of a golden portal open up behind you. Your heart seemed to stop, looking behind you as thousands more opened. Thousands of people- all with the same goal. You didn't see any familiar faces aside from those next to you. Your stance remained the same, fights curling tighter as silence filled the battlefield. Your jaw clenched, blood still dripping down your face as you did so. Steve held Mjolnir, his grip tightening around its handle. His body went taught, much like the others as they all readied themselves.

“Avengers!” Steve battle cry began, spanning and echoing across the way as excitement and anticipation rippled across heroes and villains alike. “Assemble!” His voice was as loud as day. Battle Cries and screams erupted from all around you. Your own came out, although wheezing and painful. The frontlines charged, you running beside Steve as best as you can. Your magic slid you across the debris and ground like skates, carrying your frame close to the other side. White, glittering daggers shot out and hit several Chitauri. Whips crackled out, swirling around and knocking others away or around. Lightning crashed to your left ahead, rolling thunder and scattering some of the invaders from closing in. Your own abilities and powers were keeping up fairly well with the other experienced fighters. Of course, you didn't get away entirely with fending for yourself. New cuts and bruises were forming, and leaving your robes tattered. A tall, lanky man with blue skin and black lips stood before you. One of Thanos’ generals. What did he say his name was? Ronan? Or something? You stood there, swaying on your feet as blood seemed to never cease. However, you heard Thanos and Tony struggling against each other. Ronan’s attention was peeled away and onto another Avenger.

Your body went up, wrists twirling, rolling in a clockwise fashion as your hands melded together in a flurry of motions. Your eyes closed- brows knitting together before they opened. A white light emanated from your lids, body unfurling and back arching. A pulse expanded from the middle of your torso, immediately enveloping the surrounding area as glittering lights danced through the air. A long, somewhat lost, mystical art ability. One that was used for healing. You had dedicated half of your time learning the healing arts, wanting to help with recovery rather than violence. As you floated there, a spear was making its way towards you, hoping to bury itself into your chest. A golden portal opened, launching it back into its sender before they turned to dust. 

You had forgotten the warning with this ritual. Body now succumbing to itself as you start to plummet towards the ground. 

Stephen sent Cloak, the sentient apparel now catching you. You delicately floated down, the Sorcerer rushing over to you and holding onto you tightly. Your body was still, pulse barely there. His trembling hands delicately cupped your cheeks, tears swelling in his eyes while his lower lip quivered. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't something he had seen in all 14,000,605 scenarios. He looked up, hearing Tony groan and shift like a whole new being. Tony was alive? Stephen then looked back down, unable to stop his tears.

“Y/N! Wake up!” He pleaded, gently shaking you as he went into a state of denial. He kept begging you- pleading even- for you to get up. To hug him. A desperate attempt to get your attention, he gave you a weak kiss. Yet, no response. The others started to gather around, now snapping into action-

Your consciousness was elsewhere. Standing on the astral plane, you met an older woman in golden robes. Her eyes bore into you, lips thinly pressed. 

“I wasn't expecting to greet you,” she coolly remarked, hands behind her back.

You looked around the void, confused. “Where am I?” Your voice is soft and gentle. 

A deep sigh coming from the woman before you. “This is supposed to be the next step in the afterlife,” a posh accent, she spoke with familiarity and confidence that you recognized with Stephen. Her legs carried her over to you, now close enough you could smell the faint spices and cotton. “But you're not supposed to die.”

You frowned, looking at your hands. “I… the spell..” you began quietly.

She nodded. “You healed many, and even saved Tony,” she waved a hand, a circular disc rotating and spinning in so many ways at once. It was disorienting, but calming. You could see Stephen screaming over your body, an anguished cry so raw tearing from his vocals as he gripped you. “Yet.,, you sacrificed yourself. Why? You fought so hard to get Strange back. Why did you give it up now?”

Your eyes took in the scene, tears welling up in your gaze as you did. Steve was ripping Stephen off of you, Tony grabbing your body and flying off. “I didn't give up,” you muttered, hands fisting at your sides. The disc collapsed, you now looking up at her. “I did what was right to protect them. To protect him!” A sniffle. “I couldn't let them continue to be beaten,” a soft cry of frustration. “I would sacrifice myself again, and again to make sure they could continue fighting if they had to.”

A small smile from the woman. She placed her hand over your sternum, tone matching that of a mother assuring her child, “Then go be with those you have saved. You do not belong here.”  She shoved your body backwards. Your stomach floated up, giving an excited toss inside of your torso and a shudder down your spine. You fell- and you didn't know how long you fell until-

You gasped with such force that it startled you. Your arms started flailing about as you tried to latch onto something to ground yourself. The heart monitors and oxygen monitor started to blare alarms, the sound of rushing footsteps was heard as you tried to gather your bearings. It was a hospital room. Doctors and nurses flooded in first, immediately barking orders and jabbing your skin with needles. Guards blocked the doors, halting whoever was there from entering. You laid there in the bed, blinking tiredly as you were attached to fluids and others checked your vitals. When everything calmed down, Stephen was allowed in. He was followed by those you knew as the Avengers. They all looked relieved, and all in different outfits than before. Your head tilted down, noticing the typical hospital gown over your body. You wiggled your fingertips and your toes, hands now caressing your face as you did so. He brought your gaze up, locking onto a set of those ocean blue eyes. Stephen was crying. His hands smoothed over you, disbelief written on his face as he assessed you.

“It's a miracle…” a doctor concluded in awe.

“What happened..?” You managed out, throat dry and scratchy. Talking irritated it.

“You were dead for over 24 hours,” Stephen whispered. If he spoke, he felt like he would wake up and have to continue planning your funeral. He gently pulled you into his chest, your ears picking up the sound of his heart. The thrum of it was rapid and erratic, his grip tight and firm. He kissed the crown of your head, inhaling shakily as he did so. 

You held onto him tightly, a shuddering sigh escaping your lips. You had a lot of catching up to do now.

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It was a couple of weeks later, a cookout hosted by Tony at his house was being held. Laughter, joy, and excitement filled the air as it seemed to breathe out new life. You were finally discharged from the hospital three days prior. The doctors wanted to monitor you closely, as well as allow your wounds to heal. For the most part, everything was in order. You still had bruises, but everything else was healed. Stephen had not left your side. The only times he did was to take care of himself or to grab food. However, those times didn't take long since he could easily portal to and fro. Even now, it was the same. His hand gripped yours tightly, holding you by his side as you both sat at a table with the group. Peter Parker was excitedly chattering away about something, earning laughter from Pepper and Morgan. Your head leaned onto Stephen’s shoulder, watching everyone excitedly interact with one another. Your mind however, was thinking about everything since you could sleep in the same bed as your lover.

Ever since you got home from the hospital, Stephen awoke in the night screaming. It was that same raw and hysterical scream you had seen him do from the afterlife. Each time, he would immediately check to see if you were really there. Your non gripped hand reached up, holding onto his bicep and giving it a squeeze. Stephen noticed your heart rate pick up, his head tilting away from his conversation to gently kiss your forehead in a reassuring manner. Your eyes fluttered close, trying to calm down your racing heart. The voices filled your ears, thinking of everyone that was present. It was all going to be okay. Your eyes fluttered open while the clinking of glasses was heard. Tony stood up from his far end at the table, the champagne glass raised up. Everyone fell silent, looking towards the billionaire. There was no trace of the infinity stones as an influence on his body. Your mystical arts had truly healed him. 

“I want to give a toast to Y/N,” he began, looking right at you. His brown eyes flickered- a trace of gratitude and warmth in them. Everyone gave a holler of agreement. “And another to Stephen. Without the mystic arts, we wouldn’t have been able to complete what we set out to do. Especially Y/N- the healing ability is without a doubt, what saved us- me.” You looked away, cheeks flushed and pink. It stretched to your ears, feeling everyone clap before taking drinks. Stephen turned your chin, lips sealing yours when you looked at him. A hunger was bubbling below the surface, still wishing to make up for lost time. The festivities continued and the joy continued through the night. Your body was pressed into Stephen’s side as everyone slowly dispersed into their own ways. His arm was wrapped around you, watching the stars twinkling within the night sky as you watched. However, the warmth disappeared and you heard shuffling. Your attention brought away from drifting thoughts to stare down at your lover once he cleared his throat. A miniature black box was open in his trembling hands, his eyes glassy as he looked up at you with the nervousness of a virgin being deflowered.

“Y/N…. I realized that I cannot do this life without you,” he began shakily, voice cracking as he seemed to fight off his memories which flooded. “I need you, continuously by my side- forever and always… so, will you Y/N… marry me?”

You stared wide eyed, mouth dropping open. The world was only Stephen Strange. The man your heart yearned for over five years. The man who trembled and shook with anguish when he lost you. The man who would have fought Thanos’ whole army alone if it meant you would live. While you thought others had dispersed to their own homes and beds- they had actually returned and waited nearby with held breaths. Your eyes watered, giving a soft giggling smile as you nodded. “Yes,” you cracked out, his massive form rising up. With equally trembling hands, you held out your left one and allowed a beautiful diamond ring to nestle upon your ring finger. His hands settled on your waist, lips capturing yours as he swayed you both in your spots. Your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, lips chasing yours in a hunger that begged to be satiated away from prying eyes. The scruff of his goatee tickled your skin- and both of you returned from your world as cheers and corks popped. Confetti and glitter sent your way as warm lights flickered on over Tony’s porch. Tonight would be full of celebration- one that was well deserved.

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Without You [Part 2]

Part 1 || Part 2 - you are here! || Part 3

Word Count: 2,687

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

Summary: The hunt for the infinity stones is on. You however, are selected to find the Time Stone. Once you return, you attempt to stop the oncoming force which caused the original vanishing.

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Loss of a Loved One, Angst, Blood.

A/N: Hi! I got seriously inspired and I had to stop writing to make sure it didn't spill over and ruin the last part. Hopefully its good <3

You were part of the group now. The Avengers. You stood in your white and red uniform, eyes nervously flitting about the room. You were only in this position because you mentioned that the time stone was in New York the whole time. They looked at you dumbfounded, as though it were a revelation that needed to be heard. That made you an instant team player and needed to be on the team. It left Bruce to manage the machine and make sure that everyone would get back safely. It worked out for the team, as you knew when to go to and who to talk to. But as you stood in the circle with your helmet on, you kept swallowing lumps of bile. Your heart beat violently in your chest, palms sweating in your gloves, and tears stung the edges of your eyes. You hadn't a clue on how you would react to seeing Stephen again. However, you knew that this was important enough to do. Every Sorcerer Supreme kept the Time stone under a spell in case any villain had any alternative ideas or desires. Steve gave you a gentle nudge in reassurance. It was going to be alright.

“It's going to be 10 seconds for me,” Bruce announced to the team. “A lifetime for you all.”

Steve nodded in agreement before confidence oozed from his voice, “We have a mission. Six stones, four teams. Get in there, grab the stones, get back. Remember the rules- don't fuck around with your past selves and don't get caught. Don't change anything.”

A shudder ran down your spine, exhaling shakily at that point. The helmet was hissed completely shut now, airtight and not daring to let go until you arrived at your destination. Panels started to whir into life above you, separate sections swirling opposite ways and extending arms down like a carnival ride. Energy pulsed out, lights flickering from columns behind you. Finally, a button was pressed and you shrunk down. Scott Lang was right- it was a completely different universe down here. You were flying through the air..? Space? You had no clue and yet you were airtight and pointed in your form. You zipped past the others- diving straight ahead into several tunnels. A swirling, web vortex of deep blues and purples surrounded you. Blood rushed and roared in your ears, eyes squeezing shut before shakily standing.

A deep inhale- air from before the snap filled your lungs. You didn't dare open your eyes just yet, listening to the loud sounds of life in New York. Your robes swayed around you, finally allowing yourself to see. It was Fall. Leaves were changing colors and the cool air rushed to kiss your face in welcome. Legs rushed you out of the alley, rounding the corner to the left. There it was- the Sanctum. It looked like life was breathing in it. So bright and beautiful compared to the dreary state it had been left in. He would be there. He would be there. This was 6 months before you two met. You wouldn't have to run into yourself at all. It was perfect in every way. Yet, you stood there across the street and felt frozen in time. How would you explain everything? Ask for the stone? Stephen and Wong would be too skeptical to just hand it over willingly. How do you even approach this daunting task.

How do you face him?

You walked across the street and up the steps, your stomach churning and feeling queasy. Heartbeat still violent in your throat as you now knock on the door. The doors opened with a wooden groan, footsteps carefully placing into the Sanctum. The inside was beautiful- even more how you remembered it. Just like how Stephen cared for it. The fireplace was lit, bodies twisting in the singular chairs before it.

“Can we help you?” The familiar timbre ringing out in mild annoyance. A groan from Wong, exclaiming he just made hot chocolate.

You stood in the foyer, staring as the two men moved with purpose you’ve seen countless times. Cloak soared and landed on Stephen’s shoulders, perching as you took in his face. No cuts over his temple, no dirt or grime, and no sense of fear. Confidence written all over their faces. They looked ready for anything- to solve and fix anything. There was nothing, not even Thanos, that could stand in their way to accomplish it. That's how you remembered Stephen. That morning he was rushing out the door with Wong, Bruce, and Tony. And all you saw of him that morning was the astral projection. If you hadn't slept in that morning, you would've gotten a better chance at saying goodbye or even trying to help. As they waited- Stephen arching a brow at the prolonged silence- tears started to stream down your face.

You didn't know when it began.

They felt so salty, fat, and hot. Leaving sticky streaks down your cheeks as your lower lip quivered at the sight of the man you loved. The one that had vanished five years ago. Your body wanted to rush up and hold his face- to take a kiss and tell him you loved him. But this wasn't your Stephen yet. Concern was written across Wong’s face, Stephen confused as you stood there trembling. This was harder than you fully realized. It wasn't fair that you were doing this without him. Why? Those same questions you kept asking yourself for half a decade reappeared in your head. It was an encore of a broken record you didn't want. Swallowing down a choked sob, you gave a shuddering breath.

“I’m Y/N… I need the Time Stone,” you began. Hands fisted at your sides, nails cutting into your palms.

Immediately the men tensed, bodies shifting into a defensive stance as they sized you up.

“What for?” A suspicion in Stephen’s tone. His blue eyes are sharp and twinkling- like clear water on a sunny day. “Giving you the Time Stone can become dangerous.”

You gave another sobbing exhale, trying to stop the tears now. “I..” you smeared the tear tracks with the back of your hand, swallowing another bile lump. “I’m from the future.”

They froze. Any intent to fight leaving their limbs as they looked with surprise.

“I saw what happened with the infinity stones. I’m coming to collect the Time Stone, then return it once I’m done,” you continued. With what little confidence you had, you stood up straight.

“I’m supposed to guard the Time Stone from any prominent dangers. Why would I not have it? How did it leave my hands?” agitation in his voice and a sneer on his lips. Stephen wasn't buying what you were putting down. His hands raised, fists forming and the spiraling geometric shapes forming halfway up his forearms. Two of the same spirals went before his fists, glaring heatedly.

Your body trembled, hands shaking as you started to move into a defensive position. Your magic which originally glowed that familiar gold started to strip away like golden flakes. White energy crackled out, glittering starkly against your robes as you glared back. “I don’t want to fight Stephen,” your trembling voice bit out. Those hot tears still streaked down your face, your confidence a clear facade as you were stared down. “Please… don't make me fight you.” A beg from your lips as another sob broke out. Your magic was not flickering the entire time- still strong despite your emotions.

Stephen and Wong stared at you. Slowly, they exchanged glances and then back to you. They were awaiting your answer, watching your shaking form.

“You gave it away,” you finally broke down, white magical abilities fluttering away like glitter. Your legs couldn't support you anymore, on your knees. “You saw something… and said that it was to win.” Tony told you about what Stephen said before their fight with Thanos. It broke you inside- and you had cried into the billionaire at that time. You leaned forward, bracing on your elbows now as you took in deep breaths. “Please…. please…” you can't talk about how much you missed him. You can't talk about how much you needed him. It hurts worse to know that it was before you both met and a couple. You didn't hear the approaching footsteps. His familiar trembling hands gently settled on your back and shoulder, trying his best to comfort you in the moment. Slowly, he gathered you into his arms. The soft concern over his face written so plainly as he now pressed you into him.

The steady beat of his heart was music to your ears. Your hands fisted into his robes, gripping the sides of his ribs in such familiarity that he held you tighter. Slowly, his arms lifted and hands moved, the medallion around his neck twisting in its mechanism. The soft glittering gold grated your ears, and the Time Stone in your hands. “You must promise me that you will return it to me. If you don't, time will branch out and break, wreaking havoc and causing different universes,” his tone firm and his voice quiet. He had lifted your head to stare down at you. His brows furrowed and knitted together to show how he was serious. Lips curved down into a frown; your eyes took him all in. Memorizing his face like he did you.

“I promise,” you weakly said. You were nestled between his legs, chest brushing against his diaphragm as you did not dare move. Instead, enjoying the moment for as long as you possibly can. However, he let you go, and gave a faint smile.

“Go save the world Y/N,” he ordered gently.

With that, you felt your suit materializing over your body. The helmet slammed down, covering your face. The big and bold letter A on the left side of your chest and signaled to Stephen that you were part of the Avengers. His eyes bore into the symbol before looking to your face. It was like he was memorizing what you looked like. Slowly, he sat back. It felt so nice to be held by him. Even if he wasn't your current Stephen, it felt so comforting and familiar. Maybe this was the reason why you both met. You didn't linger long on that thought, growing small and immediately zipping back through the quantum realm. You landed back in the same circle you had left in, Bruce looking up after the faint sound of him finishing his count to 10.

Your suit disappeared, eyes glistening as everyone looked at each other. It was finally happening. You could see your Stephen now. The sound of Clint’s sniffling hit your ears, your gaze resting on him as he swallowed back lumps of grief. He looked to everyone, hearing Bruce ask where Natasha was.

“She sacrificed herself to get the soul stone,” he muttered. A mixture of surprise and sadness crossed everyone’s faces. The price was already high; how much did everyone have to pay in order for it to be undone? Your hands clenched at your sides, gripping the stone harsher as you did so. Slowly, you walked down the ramp after everyone. However, a shudder ran down your spine as the hairs prickled on the back of your neck. Something was wrong. You let your eyes flit about, landing on Nebula. The sinking feeling escalated in your stomach- the alarm bells resounding in your skull as you watched her. She looked no different than before. Why did you suddenly feel uneasy around her? Your mind reeled, keeping her in your peripheral vision as you walked to Tony and handed your stone over to him.

You were perched outside of the room while the men fiddled and argued about who would use the stones. You picked at your lips, eyes focusing as Nebula seemed to slink around the base. White circular magic appeared, carrying your feet through the air as you followed the suspect. This wasn't the Nebula you had met. This was the one before she had a change of heart. You watched, her head turning this way and that as she checked if the coast was clear. Then, her hands carefully flipped the switches to what Bruce had before. Your eyes widened, two long white whips stretching out and you struck at her fingers. She hissed in surprise, body lowering and narrowing black eyes at you. Her hands reached for her blaster, being whipped once more. Her cheek was struck, head snapping and body falling back onto the button.

Shit.

You watched as the ceiling exploded, crushing the time machine as Nebula leapt out of the way. Your hand raised to your ear, ready to warn the men of what was happening when you were hit. The smell of scorched skin hit your nose, melted fabric from your robes mingling with flesh, blood, and muscle. You had landed on your back, spine and head hurting now as you laid there. The earth started to shake, concrete from the compound’s ceiling started to fall. Your hands went up in a panic, mystical arts flooding around you in a protective bubble when the building collapsed.

Everything went dark, smoke filling your lungs as you struggled to breath. You coughed, blood splattering across the floor as you did. Everything hurt. You didn't know what was happening but you could feel the adrenaline spike through your blood. Something felt broken; blood covered your side, your breaths coming out in raspy wheezes as you stumbled over the debris. The sky was black, the sun lighting everything in a red hue as you moved. It was truly a nightmare. However, as you came to the grassy edge, you saw Thanos fighting the group. Steve’s shield was broken in half at this point, his body staggering as he tried to keep up with the Titan. You conjured your magic, running across the steps you made with it. You pulled an arm back, thrusting it forward and sharp, magical daggers shot out. They struck Thanos- the Titan forcing his attention away as you leapt into the air. The whips from before snapping out after unraveling. Deep down, you didn't want to do this. However, you all went through so much pain- you had to help see this through.

You swung your whips rapidly, the runes which swirled tightly within rattling the Titan’s head. Sharp cracks in the air, leaving whipping cuts and slowly peeling flesh. You landed on the ground, his arm raising and your whip curling around a strong, purple forearm. His other hand grabbed at it, your other whip cracking against his hand as he started to tug you closer. A rumbling laugh escaped his throat, now holding you close. His palm was half of your upper torso and head, clenching around you. You screamed in pain as he seemingly started to crush you, now tossing you away to the side.

“Even your silly magic tricks cannot stop me,” Thanos goaded. His body advancing for you- hammer slamming against the side of his jaw while Steve and Thor ran forward. They took over the fight, your body weakly twitching as you tried to get up. You couldn't focus, blood running down the left side of your face and blurring your vision. You didn't notice Thor, Tony, and Steve on your flanks, the vein jumping in Steve’s temple. How long did you lay there? You didn't care anymore. You stood up, shifting your feet and sweeping your left one back as you squatted down. White magic grated, spinning wheels of runes and geometry forming as discs before your fists. Your own teeth gritted, watching as thousands of Thanos’ army stepped forward and dropped down from the sky in their ships. It was scary- your heart in your throat. If you died here today, you knew in your heart you tried your best.

[mintteas-things]

Without You

Summary: You explore your grief after the snap happened 5 years ago. In doing so, you found yourself in a counseling group run by Steve Rogers, and embark on possible hope to undo the pain.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist || Part 1 - you are here! || Part 2

Trigger Warnings: Death, Loss of a loved one, depression mentions, grief, mentions of medical issues.

You remember that day like it happened yesterday. As you laid in the canopy bed, your eyelashes fluttered away wet, hot tears. It felt like a lifetime ago that he was gone. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it have been you instead? The world needed him more than it needed you. That was the fact you so harshly had to swallow. The memory replayed violently once more, reminding you of your own pity party that you’ve been having for over four years.

Your body laid on the floor, your spirit standing frozen as you stared at the person before you. You had been in the foyer of the Sanctum, Wong frozen in place as he rushed to catch you. The portal spun behind the one you now saw- his long cape fluttering as the scenes of an orange planet filled your vision behind him. Gigantic metal structures littered the area, and it was then you saw his real body behind him. Tony Stark and Spider-man were equally frozen in place as Wong. It seemed surreal to know you were visiting him in this plane of existence. The look on Stephen’s face was one of grief and sorrow. His hands trembled, body floating forward and gently cradling your face.

“Why are you sad?” You asked nervously, his touch sending electric shocks down your nerves. Your hands gently gripped his wrists, searching his deep, ocean blue gaze for any answers.

“There's not much time to explain Y/N…” his voice measured, steady. It was so opposite to his trembling hands now. His own eyes were studying your face, as though he would forget. “Thanos… a bad, bad man is seeking power, with the stones- like one I protect. He's going to get those stones-”

Your face betrayed your shock.

His eyes closed, inhaling sharply. His face was dirtied and he looked so handsome. Three cuts covered the curve of his right temple over his brow. “He's going to get those stones, and he's going to snap his fingers. When that happens, half of the population will be gone. I’m part of that.”

Fear gripped your core. Your hands now fisting into his deep, Cobalt blue robes. “No.. no Stephen. Stop joking,” your voice trembled, lips quivering as you stared up at him.

A sad smile stretched his lips. “Oh Y/N…” he shook his head. “I’m not,” he whispered. “I don't know how long it will be, but the Avengers will win. And when they do, it’ll all be okay.”

Tears started running down your face, both in the Astral Plane and on your physical body. “You can't go!” You pleaded, a choked sob escaping your throat.

His eyes scoured your face, continuing to memorize every little imperfection like it would forever be his last. “I love you Y/N,” his voice was gentle, as though it would break you. And it did. It was the first time, and last time, he said that phrase to you. Stephen’s lips pressed to yours, frozen for a brief moment before you were both sent back to your respective bodies.

And when your eyes flew open you felt the tingle of his goatee against your flesh. The steady pressure on your lips now going away as you sit up. “You have to save Stephen Wong! Please!” You screamed hysterically, tears being released like a fountain of pressure being let go. Wong clung onto you now, watching you flail as you so desperately tried to get up. To do something. But all you could do was be comforted by your friend as the world seemed to go bleak. And honestly, it did. The connection you felt to Stephen was so violently torn from your spirit that it sent your body into shock. Violent spasms, seizures, and pain wreaked havoc on your body for over a year. It was so frequent in the beginning, and only lessened over the past years.

You looked at the alarm on the bedside table. It was almost 2 p.m. Within an hour, you had to show up for counseling. It was tough, taking care of the Sanctum with Wong. It felt so unnatural. Yet, you picked up the mystic arts just to make yourself useful for the time being. You rolled out of bed, adorning yourself with the black tibetan robes and made way to the counseling group. It was a weekly thing for you. You bounced to different sessions, listened to others, and offered to help when you could. But all you could think about was the ghostly feeling of his lips on yours. The car ride was silent. No amount of music or radio would ever lift your spirits. You tried- but it didn't make you feel any better. You just wanted to hold him. See him. Feel him. However, you knew deep down that you wouldn't. The Avengers had given up. There was no reason to believe that they won anymore.

It wasn't okay like he promised.

You blinked- unsure of how you ended up in the chair around the circle. Others were there- all adults and all in different stages of grief. One person finally arrived, sitting to your right now. Your gaze focused, staring at the famous first Avenger. Slowly, your lips pursed together and your brows knitted. A form of disapproval in your eyes as the softly lit room formed wholly around you. The windows to the outside was revealing a cloudy day, rain pelting the window panes and thunder cracking across the sky. You didn't stare long, listening to others speak and Steve guide the group. Everyone was discussing friends, family, and loved ones. Your hands folded neatly in your lap, you listened to each story that sent equal pangs of sorrow into your heart. Some moved on faster and accepted the outcome. Some were in denial- much like you. And, your head lifted when all eyes fell on you.

“I’m… Y/N L/N…” your voice soft, yet firm. “I’m here because I lost the love of my life… he was fighting with the Avengers,” you quietly spoke. Steve’s eyes widened at your revelation, staring at you with surprise. Your head turned up to the ceiling, attempting to keep tears in to keep from stinging puffy, red eyes. “Stephen Strange was his name.” Your voice cracked. You thought of his voice- a smooth timbre that seemed so silky and forbidden. His angular face, strong jawline, and the way he smiled that crinkled the edges of his eyes.

“Is there… anything else you want to share?” Steve’s voice was as quiet as a mouse, afraid that asking would earn your anger.

You shook your head no, sniffling as you let out a shaky breath. The tears escaped, lower lip quivering. The session ended shortly after, Steve's hand now gripping yours as you rose to stand. You stared at the blonde, sobbing now as regret filled his eyes and an apology falling from his mouth. And you caved. Your body collapsed into the super soldier as he held you there in the middle of the circle. Steve didn't let you go, letting you cry your heart out in the process. In a way, he felt guilty. Thanos got all five infinity stones and snapped his fingers; he took away someone you loved. Steve couldn't prevent that from happening. He should have been strong enough- and he wasn't. His arms held you tight, chin settling on the crown of your head as you clutched his chest. Each session he tried to help others move on. It was clear he didn't move on from Peggy. You didn't move on from Strange.

“He promised me it would be okay,” you cried out, voice cracking with a mixture of rage and sorrow. It was then your fists weakly banged on Steve’s chest. The hysterical crying emitted from your chest broke the blonde in two. There has to be hope. There has to be… a solution. Something- that wasn’t thought of before.

“It will be okay,” Steve whispered softly, petting your hair as you stilled. Soft, stuttering and sobbing breaths filled the air. You gasped for each breath to fill your lungs, no more tears to be shed. Your eyes felt raw- painful. The famous Captain America was assuring you that it would be. How could it be? They gave up, didn't they? Stephen Strange was gone. There isn't any possibility of bringing him back. Steve pulled away, gently squeezing your shoulders as he looked down at you. “I’m giving you my number. If you need anything or if we think of something, I’ll let you know.”

A slow nod at that, you gave a shuddering sigh. Your phone was handed over without a second thought. Would there be something? You didn't know. All you knew is that your heart ached and yearned for that Sorcerer Supreme.

Your phone rang, breaking your concentration. Slowly, your body ascended and hands stopped going in circles. The golden glow of the mystic arts stopped, pages and books closing in the process. A geometric shape, surrounded by circles, appeared as a seal over a small box. It was thankfully sealed, so no chance of a blizzard indoors would happen. Wong had forgotten it last time, so you took it upon yourself to make sure it was properly sealed. Seeing the contact name, you frowned briefly. Steve Rogers. Was there something? No, that would be too hopeful. A reserved front, you inhaled softly and answered your phone.

“Steve? How can I help?” Your tone was carefully placed and reserved.

“We have a possibility,” his voice spoke gently. A twinge of hope as he spoke.

Your heart seemed to stop, eyes widening. Your mouth parted to talk, unable to form words.

“Come with us. We're testing it out. Did you want to come see?” he then uttered so softly it felt like your heart leapt in your throat.

“Y-yes,” you spluttered out. “Where are you? At the Avengers compound?”

A hum of approval. “I can come-”

“No need,” you interrupted. You now stood up, tibetan robes the color of reds and blacks as you made a portal. The golden whisking portal appeared, grating gently on the ears as you saw it open. Steve was standing with his back to you, his eyes turning to your form as he hung up the call. A sad smile on his face, you walked through and the portal closed behind you. Little glittering sparks scattered over the floor. Everything was white and pristine, organized and so orderly it was amazing. Your head swiveled around, taking in the sight of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a grassy clearing. However, the sound of frustration was eminent from your right. A man in a silver, red, and black suit groaning about how it didn't work hit your ears. You didn't entirely recognize him- but that was okay. Natasha’s red to white hair beautifully braided, her focus solely on Bruce as her comfortably clad frame moved about. Steve however, was seemingly annoyed with whatever had transpired.

You walked over, joining his side. He waited for you, before leading you out the front. The warm sun hit your skin, eyes closing now as you inhaled the fresh air. It was certainly a change of scenery compared to constant artifacts, weaponry, and magic. The columns that supported the concrete awning was to your right, and the Avenger to your left.

“We thought… I guess. It's not working out as intended,” he explained in annoyance, arms folded over his chest. “The idea with quantum realm and traveling through time.. it just…”

You listened to him trail off, both of you watching a black Audi zipped down the long road and into the valet parking space. The driver overshot, before backing up. A minute where you both waited with held breaths- and the window rolled down. The flaps on your upper robes swayed in the wind, making eye contact with the famous Stark. He was there with Stephen in his last moments. His own, deep oak brown eyes met yours. He held your gaze, neither of you speaking a word before he stepped out.

Tony stood tall before you. He seemed to be sizing you up as his head cocked to the left. Wetting his lips, he stuck out a hand. “Tony Stark,” was all he could manage. The pain and understanding in his gaze, your own reflecting back as you shook his hand.

“Y/N L/N,” you murmured back.

Recognition flickered in his gaze. “Stephen spoke about you while we waited for Thanos,” his voice was gentle. There was no cockiness or disdain. Simple gentleness, and a hint of awe.

Your lips stretched into a sad smile. “I hope it was good things,” you dryly joke.

It earned you a soft chuckle and small smile. “Only the best..” he then gestured with two fingers over your getup. “He didn't mention you were like him though.”

At that, your head shook no. “I only picked it up within the past 4 years,” your one year was left to grief and controlling your medical issues. “Figured I’d help control the Sanctum.” A tiny shrug at that.

There was an emotion on Tony’s face that you couldn't place. However, it fizzled into a smile as he nodded. “Then you can help us. I figured out how to work the time travel,” his attention wholly at Steve now as he opened the trunk.

You watched. Your lover’s words ringing in your ears now.

It’s going to be okay.

[mintteas-things]

Jealous Much?

Summary: You attend a Christmas Party hosted by Tony Stark. However, some hard feelings get expressed by Stephen Strange. He reveals his jealous side, and claims you as his own.

Pairings: Alpha Stephen Strange x Omega Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Jealousy, harsh words, smut.

Masterlist

The Sanctorum was dimly lit and warm. Comparatively, outside was dark and gloomy, with flurries of white specks wildly whipping around the streets of New York. Every day since you had arrived, it was nonstop learning from ancient texts and books- eager to hone your own magical skills and relations with the Sorcerer Supreme. Of course, as much as you could. The world was a bit… harsh for your conditions as an Omega. It was a miracle that you moved up in the world to work as an Avenger; it was another to get involved as a form of working ambassador to the sorcery world. Yet, you fought hard to get this successful in life. There was nothing that could really stop you now.

Your nose scrunched up, frowning as you stared out the circular window at the top of the grand, oaken staircase. It was beautiful, deep brown, clean and free of dust. Shelves rattled at a distant rumble, allowing your head to focus solely on the outside. Your scent- a mixture of peppermint and chocolate radiated off of you in anxious waves. Tonight was supposed to be the night that Tony hosted a Christmas Party. Wong and Stephen had already left, allowing you to finish your studies and tidy up. Yet, you had no desire to go to the tower. A frown tugged your lips further, the sound of an old grandfather clock chimed out, indicating it was 8:00 p.m.

You promised you would go. You did tell Wanda and Natasha that you would. However, you didn’t want to. Why? Was it because you actually had to intermingle and talk to the Sorcerer other than work? Your cheeks flushed at the thought, head shaking rapidly as you stood further upright. Sure, you had a crush on him, but he seemed to have no interest in you other than being colleagues. A buzz came from your left buttcheek, alerting you that your phone was going off. You moved your sweater, pulling out your iphone from your jeans and seeing a photo of you squished between Natasha and Wanda as they kissed your cheeks.

Your thumb slid across the bar on the screen, the video now quickly rendering as Natasha stared at you with a furrowed brow. Peeking at the top edge of the screen was Wanda, their eyes boring into the camera. The silence ensued for another minute, before you all went into a fit of giggles. In the background, the voices of the Avengers, Strange, Wong, and other friends can be heard. However, your two friends were solely focused on you.

“You’re late,” Natasha remarked softly. Her red hair was curled and styled, held with a claw clip. Her scent glands were scarred, along with the two marking glands. Forever reminding her and the world of her being forced to be a Beta.

“You’re missing out on the no bake cookies Vision made! I’ve had to fight Tony off to save you some,” Wanda exclaimed, a faint protest coming from the billionaire in the background.

A guilty look spread over your face, glancing away with a tiny frown. “Sorry… I sorta lost track of time with everything..” You began softly. A look seemed to appear- you unable to decipher it from Natasha’s look.

“You’re not going to bail again are you? We haven’t seen you since February… It’s been 10 months Y/N,” Natasha warned softly. It was clear they missed you. At that comment, your friends looked offscreen and you could hear Tony shout.

“Hey! Pepper has been begging for you to come! I promised you’d be here and if you don’t show up I’m going to be yelled at!”

A sigh left your lips, unable to stop the growing smile now as your friends seemed to coax you to join. “Okay… Okay. I’m coming,” you finally accepted. You earned a cheer. “It’ll be awhile. The snow is coming down-”

A whimsical, glowing orange started to swirl in the air. Growing and circulating to a rapid spin as the portal now opened to the party. Stephen Strange stood on the other side, your eyes wide as he peered at you. Hands now waved out, as if asking you if you were coming. You hung up on the video call, now making way through the portal and hearing it close behind you. A soft sigh, now avoiding the gaze of the Alpha before scurrying off to your closest friends. His eyes bore into your body, as though watching you intently before his own conversation resumed.

You however, were swarmed with warm embraces and excited squealing. Natasha and Wanda immediately wrapped themselves around you. The scent of warm, spiced tea and a hint of sunflowers filled your nose as it seemed to puff off of Wanda. Natasha buried her nose into your scent gland, giving a deep inhale as she did. She gave a soft laugh, you squished between the two women with joyous laughter. The scenting you and Wanda did seem to fill the room, everyone visibly relaxing. There was something special about a soft and happy pheromone that wafted out. Of course, it didn't stop the others who decided to come over and say hello. Bruce had hoisted you up in a hug, with you patting him on the back. His own scared scent and marking glands present. Not long later, Steve trailed over with Bucky. Or you assumed to be Bucky. The blonde supersoldier picked you up by the waist, giving you a twirl. It didn't last long as you were planted firmly into his chest. The scent of fresh lavender and cool ice filled your nose. Steve’s smell was so unique and so… refreshing that you had to bury your nose into his scent gland. In doing so, you missed a furrowing brow and growing scowl from Stephen Strange.

“Its not like I’m visiting from another country. I'm down the street,” you laughed, being set down as the group seemed to start pestering you about how you have been.

“It's not our fault you don't visit,” Tony had pouted as Pepper led him over. The omega had now brought you into a hug, her scent such a comforting smell of warm vanilla and gingerbread. You buried your nose into her scent too, holding her tighter. She was like an older sister to you; her scent was so calming. “Besides, it's the holidays. You should be home.. here with us.”

“You all sound like I keep her hostage,” Strange groaned as he approached the group.

“You do,” a sassy reply from the host. You looked up at them, giving a big grin that stretched ear to ear. A pink flush on your cheeks as you looked around. Inside, that sad feeling was gone. In it's stead was a sense of belonging and joy. Tony clapped his hands, Friday now turning on the Christmas lights and playing rounds of Elvis Presley Christmas Music. “Let's get this party started!”

It was closer to midnight when you were finally all opening presents. The extra guests had left, all allowing you to cuddle up on the couch or extra chairs. You were piled upon by Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. Tony was sending you very playful, dirty looks at stealing his Omega. Every time he looked over, you wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him. Everyone had exchanged gifts from under the tree. You had already Amazon delivered packages to the tower, and even had Pepper take care of the packages by wrapping them and appropriately labeling them. Your gifts were all elaborate and thoughtful, with Pepper, Natasha and Wanda being more expensive. Pepper received a necklace, adorned with glittering diamonds and one main centered diamond that hangs down. Natasha received a bracelet, golden and adorned with creeping vines. Wanda received a hair piece that was a long dragon, which threaded through her hair and held shimmering, ruby eyes. However, the last two most expensive gifts were left for Strange and Wong. You couldn't ever be able to repay them for staying at the Sanctum.

However, you were encouraged to open your presents. You got plenty of perfumes, jewelry, cute new clothes like leggings, open back shirts, a few heels, and some important items. Strange regarded you carefully as you held his present to you. You gave it a tentative sniff, before gently unwrapping the golden bow. The box opened, revealing a six pointed star, with an emerald in its center. It connected to dark silver wings, chains hanging down and accenting the wings. It was beautiful, and unique. “Thank you,” you told him softly.

“You're welcome,” he had breathed out, watching how you delicately plucked up the jewelry and admired it. The other women beside you seemed to admire it as well, whispering about how pretty it was. You had set it down, carefully covering it. The chatter went on, and so did the night. And by the time it was 3 a.m., Wong had gathered you and Strange to get you all home. They hadn't opened their presents from you, causing a furrow of your brows before looking at the group.

“-New Years, and you better be there,” you heard the tail end of whatever Natasha was saying. You had zoned out on the scars over Strange’s hand. So close- you had been wondering what they felt like. Rough? Soft-? “Hey! Earth to Y/N!” She snapped her fingers and you squeaked. A soft laugh at your reaction, she gently patted your shoulder. “Look, dress up for New Years. We’re going to celebrate and.. maybe you'll have a date!”

You didn't notice, but Strange’s ears had seemed to perk at Natasha’s words and his eyes honed in on you both. His scent started to waft out, secreting annoyance. The sour scent filling your nose had you wrinkling your nose, noticing the way the scent of old books and mahogany wafted to you.

“What date?” You questioned, rubbing your nose into something Pepper scented.

Natasha shrugged. “Dunno. But I’ll find one,” she teased.

Your eyes rolled, giving a playful snort. The girls were trying to push you to find a Mate. Wanda had Vision, Natasha was happy with finding one night stands, and Pepper had Tony. Then, Natasha leaned in close, whispering to you, “Maybe you and Steve could.. or.. a certain Sorcerer..”

You blushed heavily at the suggestions. Your hand immediately pushed on Natasha’s shoulder, earning a laugh. Your head shook furiously, huffing out. “No! No, no,” you spluttered out. “I will find-”

“Time to go,” Strange interrupted. His angular face was twisted into a look of painful reservation, hand gripping your bicep and hauling you through the portal. His irritation was radiating off in intoxicating waves, his grip harsh as you looked at the group. They waved and hollered their goodbyes, the portal closing behind the three of you. You sighed out, frowning now before you looked up at the Alpha.

“I was in the middle of discussing something with Natasha,” you grumbled.

Strange let you go, scowling. “It wasn't important,” he grunted, his cloak now wrapping around his shoulders. He floated up, being whisked towards the hallway. Wong has retired for the night, leaving you with your teacher.

“It was plans for New Years! Of course it was-” you spluttered out, cheeks turning red with frustration.

“Over what? Boys? Dates? Come on Y/N,” he groaned, landing on his feet and turning to you. He looked exhausted, and exasperated. “You don't need that.”

“Needing isn't the same as wanting,” your voice sharp and short, anger escaping into the air. It smelled like bubbling chocolate and souring peppermint. “Besides.. maybe I want an Alpha!” You stomped your foot into the wooden floor, feeling his searing gaze on you.

A scowl on his lips as he set his presents down. He floated to you, now before you as he towered over your frame. “An Alpha can get in the way of practicing your abilities, your duties, and be a nuisance,” he seethed.

Your brows knitted together, scowling heavily at his words. “So? What if he doesn't? What if he helps me focus? Better myself? Encourages me?” You retorted. “Why do you care anyways? You never wanted to know me! It's always business and lectures, and practices! It's not like you would care how I get stuffed anyways!”

“Because my sanctum is more important than you satisfying your heat! The Avengers sent someone who had a gift, and even then your strides have been minimal at best! I’ve seen children make faster advances than the best they sent me!” His anger was spiked, flooding his scent through the open room in the foyer.

Your heart stuttered at his choice of words before breaking. Then, your face fell and eyes went downcast. Suddenly, you felt like a young girl all over again. It was like you were being told you would only amount to being a breeding Omega. Nothing was special about you, nor would you amount to anything great. Tears welled in your gaze, hand shaking as you shoved the gift he gave you into his chest. “Fine. Then I’ll go nest elsewhere and practice when you're not around,” you managed out with a quivering lip. “A-and take your present back! Don't need to spend it on a stupid, weak, an-an-an-and horrible pupil like me!” You didn't wait for him to catch the box, immediately running off down the hallway and into your room. You heard him call your name in a panic, the only answer he received being the slam of your door.

He fucked up, big time.

Your room was lit with an array of candles, all beautifully lit up. Curtains hung over the windows, plushies piled neatly on your bed. A desk of yours to the back right corner of the room, with a laptop sitting on it and a stack of books next to it. You hadn't left your room in a couple of days. Only using a portal you had managed to make with your own hands, a swirling vortex of greens present. You had sent a frog plushie through to have Steve scent it. When done, he threw it back and the portal closed. Currently, you are curled on your bed and cuddling it. His scent comforting and filling your nose as you cried still. The sound of the door being knocked on had your head turning away and a tighter ball being made. Your shorts and silky shirt, along with wild strands of hair being visible from the foot of your bed.

“Y/N..” Wong’s voice softly called to you.

“Go away..” you growled out meekly. When you didn't hear movement, you lifted your hand and pointed. Green energy immediately pushed Wong out the door, and closed it. At this point, you were rotting there, on the covers. Finally, a portal opened and Strange stepped through. It closed behind him, your head lifting and glaring at the Alpha. Despite your grief state, your scent glands were starting to swell, along with your marking gland. Your heat was coming soon, and you were feeling the growing pains and urges that came with it. “I told Wong to go away, what makes you think I want to see you?” You hissed out.

Strange stood there in his casual clothing. A baby blue hoodie with black, plaid pajama pants. His frown present. “I wanted to apologize,” he begun seriously.

Your scent indicated you were agitated, and your face resembled the same emotion. You sat up, staring at him now. Your shirt rode up a bit, revealing soft flesh to the man as you did so. Although, there wasn't a care in the world.

“I didn't.. mean what I said,” his own tone was soft, as though unsure of how to say it. “You're advancing faster than many I’ve seen. Added, you're learning spells that are even difficult for me to master..” a pause, his eyes connecting with yours. “When you go in heat.. just give a warning. We won't bother you and we'll make sure no one does.”

You flopped back onto your bed, bouncing slightly in the process. A frown still on your face, you didn't want to say much. “It still hurt..” you managed out.

“I know… and I was wrong to say those things. I got..” a scrunch of his nose, “...upset… hearing you talk about finding someone.”

Slowly, your brows knitted together in confusion. You sat back up, now noticing his own scent and marking glands were swelling up. How long were they like that? Was he nearing his rut? “But why? You have no interest in me or my Omega.”

A sigh. “I don't like getting close. Not.. not after I lost Christine,” he glanced away. “I didn't even realize what I was doing until a couple of months ago and even then.. it was tough trying to connect with you. But.. I still… can't help.. myself. Neither can my Alpha. He just gets.. territorial at thinking of you.”

It was weird, but not unheard of. Sometimes, if an Omega spends more time with one Alpha, they can become territorial over her. It's like laying claim to them without marking. You had to think of all the times now when you were both in public. He was always keeping any Alpha at bay- asserting they wouldn't get too close. If one did, they were scared off. Even the times he would always stick close to you and read in comfortable silence. Stephen enjoyed your presence. He was always loitering around you at any moment he could. “But.. what about you? Obviously you must be thinking.. something.”

His expression was steady, not once betraying his thoughts or motives. “I am in agreement with my Alpha,” he finally managed out. His throat clearing, a look of annoyance returned. It appears that Steve’s scent was bugging him. He quickly advanced for you, your hands gripping the stuffy tighter. His large hands gripped your own, the back of knees resting against the bed. Strange’s smell was immediately intense and suffocating, surrounding you in a dizzying manner. It was clear he wasn't particular to the other Alpha. Added, he was definitely about to hit his rut. You can tell by the way it rolled off in intense waves. Pushing out and staining your nose. He took the frog, opening a portal and launching it into the foyer before closing the portal. All that now remained to fill the air was your mingling scents.

Your Omega was responding in kind. Accelerating her oncoming heat to accommodate the unclaimed male before you. A soft groan escaped your lips, holding one side of your neck in pain. Strange immediately reached out, trying to assess what the issue was. Large, warm hands were soft against your skin. Trembling in slight motions, and yet so delicate. His pupils dilated, immediately coming to the realization that both of you just hit the rut and heat.

Uh oh.

“Doctor Strange…” you choked out, feeling hot now as your skin burned at his faintest touch. Sweat formed at your temple, resisting every urge to pounce on him.

“Call me Stephen,” his voice dropped to a husky tone, clearly fighting it as well.

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something first. Finally, a soft, “Please take care of my heat..” came from your lips. “Please Stephen.”

His brows knitted, dark brown locks being tussled as he thought about your plea. However, the strain in his pants was not willing to go away without relief. Stephen’s hands twisted and waved, pulling you into him now while your legs spread just for him. Your clothed sex presented, colors darkening over your slit as your core leaked out slick. It was odd to think about. Stephen was your mentor- your colleague, and ally. Barely any personal connection was made and now you were entering early heat to relieve his rut. His long fingers delicately pushed aside your shorts, other hand delicately dancing over your soft flesh on your inner thigh. You watched his eyes focus on where he was looking, a gasp leaving your lips. You felt two, long fingers push into your hot core. Slick gushed out and down his knuckles, following the curve of his palm to his wrist. Stephen bared his teeth in glee, pumping his fingers in a slow manner as he scraped his fingertips along velvet walls. You moaned softly, enjoying the movement as he steadily worked his hand. His free one moved up and rested over your pubic mound. Hand splayed to your lower belly, his thumb rubbing harsh, tight circles over your clit as he worked. Your voice soft and sweet, it sung his name in soft praises. Each time, earned you tighter rubbing over your clit or an extra finger inside of you.

Your own hands started to peel off your shirt, now layered with a thin glistening sweat as your chest heaved with ragged breaths. Your core was coiling- tightening with each motion before your moan loudly filled the room. Velvet walls milked his fingers, desperate for his knot. Stephen was growling now, removing his fingers and licking them clean. The moment he did that- his Alpha instincts took over. His lips crashed into yours as he loomed over you. Eager to get inside of you, and you are eager to have him fill you. Hands shaking, your body trembling as you dared to get each other naked in the throes of animalistic urges. His lips were rough and chapped, tongue daring to struggle against your own as both of your hips finally met. With how eager Stephen was kissing you, you had to wonder if it was more than just his Alpha. When he pulled away from the kiss, saliva strands connected you both. The bulbous tip of his cock pushing at your folds as he awaited permission. Your folds were red and puffy, leaking out slick. In contrast, his own tip was leaking precum and was just as red. Your legs spread further, hips pushing up for easier access.

No words needed to be said, your lips briefly parting and tongue swiping out to lick the saliva. Just as your lips connected and tongue slid into his own parted mouth, his cock slid into you. Stephen swallowed your cries of ecstasy, feeling you stretch entirely around him. Your own eyes rolled back, lips leaving his as your head was thrown back. This was something you'd never felt before. Sure, you had dildos and other toys to help you through your ruts. This was different. He was large- stretching you out comfortably and now just feeling him bottom out. His knot was starting to swell, begging to lock into you so he could cum into your beautiful cunt. Your hands went through the graying hair at his temples, messing up his neatly styled locks in the process. One of his scarred hands gripped your thigh as it wound around his waist. His blue eyes turned as dark as the night sky, facial hair tickling your skin as his lips went down your throat. It didn't take long for him to start moving. His hips started to pull back. His tip was still inside, earning a whining as you were empty. Stephen immediately snapped back into you, causing your body to jostle briefly. Just like that, his cock was pumping into you and dragging against the inside of your walls. He got farther in you than most of your toys. His teeth skimmed over your flesh, eagerly nipping and licking your hot skin. Both of you felt like you could sear the other.

Your nails dragged down his back, his pace only getting harder and faster. Soft grunts filled the air from his throat, your own voicing pleasured mewls. His teeth latched onto your marking gland without hesitation, Stephen biting down. At that, your walls spasmed as your core tightened up and released its coil. His knot successfully pushed in, binding you together at that moment while your walls tightened around him. Stephen’s mouth removed, blood filling the air as he looked back at your now marred gland. His hips rocked into you, knot fully swelled. It would be soon. Letting his head drop, your own teeth found purchase onto his marking gland. You bit down, his scent flooding the roof of your mouth. The marking gland took- and took permanently like yours did to him. You didn't know how long you would be able to take him- your slick pushing out and over the base of his dick. He had raised up to sit back on his knees, his trembling hands gripping your thighs harshly. The sorcerer was still going, his knot pushing into you and finally locking you together.

Your omega was howling in pleasure, feeling his entire cock swelling inside of you. Being marked intensified the pleasure; the throes of passion indicating a lifetime of pleasure from your now mate. Had he meant to do that? You didn't care in this moment. Your hands squeezed your breasts together, palming them as he watched you. His thrusts were short and hard, slowing briefly as his knot prevented him from pulling out. The bedframe rocked against the wall, filling the room with lewd noises of slapping and squelching. Sensitive, your walls quivered again. It tightened around him once more, spasming and milking him with every desire your body yearned for. Stephen let his head fall back, hips giving one last buck into you. Hips connected, heat filled inside of you while a moan of your name fell off his lips. His knot deflated, slowly pulling out and your body protesting at the lack of filling. However, as he now went onto his forearms, Stephen admired his work. Love bites covered your throat, your marking gland indicating you were wholly his. Your lips swollen, eyes hazy and half lidded. Your mind was foggy- absolutely soaked and filled.

Stephen kissed you gently this time, your hands shakily fisting into his hair. He only pulled away to nuzzle against your jaw. His hot breath fanned over your skin, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile now.”

You lit up in a blush, murmuring, “Then why did you act like you didn't want to know me?”

He let out a grumble, licking your neck briefly. “Easy to resist temptation,” he mumbled out. His hardening cock prodded at your thigh again, indicating his rut was ready yet again. His hands guided your body once more, his brows furrowing as he lifted your ass into the air. “But I can't anymore. I can't stand to hear you gush over another Alpha… your scent belonging to someone else when I’ve been here the whole time,” a sense of possession filling his tone as his hand braced on the middle of your back. His eyes were intense, and focused. Your head pressed into the covers, hands gripping the sheets as your breathing quickened. Slick spread over your thighs, his cum joining it as he was leaking out. You couldn't see what he was doing other than listening and feeling his movements. “Gods… you’re gorgeous. You're ready again just for me..” his breath hitched, his tip pushed into you again. Like a spear cutting through flesh, your folds opened and took him in without resistance. Slick and cum rolled over his already lubricated cock. This time, you felt him inside of you further than you could have imagined. You gave a soft moan, body trembling as he fully rested inside of you. You were tighter in this position, knees spread and him now leaning over you. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, hips bucking into you. One hand reached around your hips to gently brush over your clit. Easy access as his balls slapped against it. Jolting fire shot into your core, eyes rolling and mouth half open with each overwhelming sense of pleasure. “You're mine Y/N. No one else can have you.”

It felt delicious. Your toes curled with each pump into you as his hands gripped your waist. Stephen was certainly proud. A proud Alpha with a massive appetite to fuck you senseless. His knot swelled again, locking into your pussy as juices were being fucked out of you. His name fell like incantations from your lips, walls spasming faster around him while he moved. It didn't take long to cum around him again, white, hot pleasure exploding across your body from your head to your toes. Your walls milked him again, his fingers digging into your skin as he bucked wildly into you. There- his knot and cock as deep as he could get. He twitched and swelled inside, his seed coating as much as it could inside of you. Your name followed in praises, happy you took every bit of him. However, he continued to do slow pumps into you as he still released his hot cum inside.

Stephen pulled out after a minute, backing up to admire your swollen pussy and briefly leaking cum. “Good girl,” he praised breathlessly. You shakily collapsed onto the bed, his body resting next to you. Your body turned, curling into his side at that point. You nuzzled up into his chin, his arms wrapping around you. You couldn't form any words, tuckered out from the two rounds he so eagerly gave you. A content sigh fell from your lips.

After the week of being locked in to settle ruts and heat, you were tucked into his side at the New Year's Eve party. His scent rolled off of you in intense waves, turning some heads from other guests as you both walked through the party. Wong had some business in Hong Kong, indicating that he did not want to hear the business his friend had with you. Your dress was form fitting and a deep blue, open back and a long slit up to your thigh. Your black heels clicked, hair styled to show off the mark he had claimed. His suit matched your dress, his head turning to look at you. Stephen’s hand settled on your lower back, your blush creeping over your face as you searched the room for your friends. In the week spent in the room with him, you discovered you both had a lot more in common. He thoroughly enjoyed your presence and adored you. It was clear from the get go he was supposed to be your Alpha. Your head turned up, finding him admiring you. A blush spread further, earning an amused chuckle before he stole a kiss and sent you on your way.

You joined Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. The two Omegas wrinkled their nose briefly, before Natasha pointed at your mark. “That was fast,” she remarked with an arch of her brow.

You sheepishly smiled. “Y-yeah… Stephen and I..” you quieted, remembering the possessive remarks, gentle praises, and sinful actions from the past week. “It was good.” You finally whispered.

A soft giggle from Pepper. “Alright, pay up Nat. I won,” she mused.

A confused look from you.

Natasha frowned as she handed Pepper a $20 bill. “Yeah… yeah,” she grumbled.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, brows furrowing together.

“Pepper and Natasha made a bet to see how fast Stephen would act if we kept mentioning other possible Alphas,” Wanda explained.

You blinked. All the times you all spoke on facetime and mentioned a possible suitor… You had to think for a moment. They always asked if Stephen was around, and if you were available for a weekend to go on a blind date to finally get laid. Stephen was always around for those conversations- his knuckles always turning white whenever he gripped something so harshly. How his scowl would form and breathing labored. He always was in a bad mood after those conversations. You always thought it was because he found you annoying, but in reality he was jealous. “That explains a lot then,” you huffed out.

You looked to Stephen, the male engrossed in conversation with the other male Avengers. His mark was proud and displayed- clearly showing off he won. He felt your eyes on him, his gaze lifting to see you and flashing a wink. Heat flooded from your face, immediately grinning and looking back to your friend group.

It went on fast, enjoying the night with loved ones. When the countdown began, you were pressed into your mate's side. His arm wrapped around you as everyone counted down. You were excited, seeing the number get down to the single digits. And right before you could shout Happy New Year's, Stephen leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. His arms fully wound around your waist now. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fireworks in the background of your passionate kiss. You pulled away for air, his forehead resting against yours.

“Happy New Years Y/N,” he whispered softly.

“Happy New Years Doctor Strange,” you murmur, earning a cheeky smile.

[mintteas-things]

Stephen Strange Masterlist

Keys: 🌊 Smut || ♥️ Fluff || 💔 Angst ||

A/B/O Dynamics:

🌊 Jealous Much?

Mini-Series:

💔 Without You. [Part 1]

♥️/💔 Without You. [Part 2]

♥️/💔 Without You. [Part 3]

💔 Familiarity of a Weapon [Part 1]

One-Shots:

🌊 Sao Paulo