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#this is like normal i am telling myself it's normal but i'm So scared. it's noisy and way too quiet#no owls!! really distressing to me!! i have never lived anywhere this built up and there are no owls outside!#i saw a duck and a rabbit earlier and that helped but where! are! my! fucking! birds!#don't mind me i'm just having a not good time tonight#delete later perhaps
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Petvengers Chapter 3
Read chapter 1 here: Chappy 1
Read chapter 2 here: Chappy 2
:-) Guess now what kind of animal Stephen gets, and see if you guessed right later in the chapter! Cookies for everyone who knows who Detective Davis is. :-)
To stave off any confusion that might come, MJ's parents are divorced, and Michelle has no blood-related siblings. *Insert name here* has no blood-related siblings, and his mother died.
Regarding the pet introduced in this chapter, please remember that this is a fanfic. I therefore take some liberties with the laws on which animals can and can not be held as pets.
Dr Strange
America may be the land of the free, but it was sadly not the land of good tea. Not if you asked one Dr. Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts.
He could have sworn he still had a stash of the fine leaves he had brought back from his last visit to Kathmandu, but he hadn't been able to find it anywhere. His quest to find a vendor that sold decent tea, had taken him almost all the way to the ends of Manhattan, but at least he now had something to tide him over with, until the next time he was due to visit the monastery. If it weren't for the almost unbearable summer heat outside, the trip might not have been so bad.
Since he was in his civilian clothes, he headed for the nearest alley to open a portal to the Sanctum. No need to draw attention to himself, after all. He wasn't Stark.
He had barely stepped foot into his home, when he heard the voice of the boy, Peter, coming from the sitting room.
"-which is why MJ is currently getting ready for a 'get to know you' dinner with her possible new stepfather and brother. Ned and I researched the guy beforehand, of course, but he checked out. He is a police detective with the Brooklyn devision, and so far we haven't found anything that would point at him being dirty or the likes. No shady connections to the Mob, no underhanded courtroom deals, no crooks or witnesses that vanished under suspicious circumstances while connected to any of his cases, and no secret Swiss bank accounts."
Stephen could only shake his head at what he heard, even as a fond, little smile stole itself across his lips. Kid was watching too much TV. It seemed Wong shared this perspective, as he could hear the other man next.
"While your devotion to assure your friends safety is admirable, don't you think that hacking into the police stations database is taking things a little far?"
How Wong could say something like this, and still sound completely relaxed, was a mystery to Strange. He himself was contemplating to inform Stark of his ward's latest shenanigans, so that the man could perform some damage control.
"One can never be too certain. But don't worry, we made up for the hacking by strengthening the departments firewall. Their data was almost as easy to get to as the hospitals. I actually think I met Detective Davis as Spiderman once, and he seemed like a pretty nice guy. I'm not actually too worried, but I will be keeping an eye on things."
By then Stephen had made his way to the room, where Peter and Wong were talking, both had a glass filled with cold water before them on the table, while the Cloak of Levitation had draped itself beside the teenager on the couch, apparently listening in on the conversation as well.
"As long as you don't commit any more felonies while 'keeping an eye on things', Spiderman, that's perfectly alright."
The boy immediately grinned at him.
"What's up, Doc?"
Stephen sighed. Sometimes he really despised Bugs Bunny. Wong nodded at him in greeting and the Cloak fluttered one of it's corners, which was it's way of waving hello.
He continued on to the connecting kitchen, and started boiling the water in his teapot.
"What brings you here, Peter? And how come your canine companion isn't with you?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Peter pout.
"It's too hot for Hope. We went for a walk yesterday morning, and he burned his paws on the asphalt. Colonel, too. Tony sectioned off a few yards behind the tower, and had a company deliver some soil and fast growing grass seeds. And pavilions for some shadow. So any outside activities for the animals are restricted to the new backyard, until this heatwave passes. But it's just as well, because Arthur is still getting used to his new leg Dad and Bruce built him, and he still needs to take things slow. And Eames can more easily stretch his wings there, without bumping into anything and having to maneuver around walls and stuff."
Stephen, thanks to Wong, knew all about the little arachnids efforts to turn Stark tower into a zoo, and could deduce that Colonel, who had also burned his paws, was one of the pets that Peter had coerced someone into adopting. 'Eames', likewise, must be an avian type of animal that now belonged to one of the Avengers. But he had no idea who or what 'Arthur' could be.
"Arthur? Did the Avengers get a new member?"
To his surprise, Wong answered the question.
"Arthur is Sergeant Barnes adopted, young raccoon, who lost his hind leg to a hunter trap. He is very cute. Peter sent me pictures."
Said teen scowled at the Sorcerer Supreme.
"Which you would have gotten, too, if you finally accepted my friends request on Whatsapp."
Thankfully that's when the kettle let out a shrill whistle, and Stephen could finally start brewing himself a cup. He would not be able to get through what was to follow, without a nice cup of tea.
"Peter, you have my number for emergencies and other important things, not to spam my phone with pictures of every cute, little critter you come across. I remember the day you adopted Hope. Wong's phone vibrated so much with received messages from you, it fell off the table. Also, I don't have Whatsapp."
Completely ignoring everything else the man had said, Peter zeroed in on that last statement.
"What about twitter?"
"No."
"Instagram?"
"No."
"Tumblr?"
"I don't even know what that is."
"You gotta have Facebook at least! Even Steve has a Facebook page, and he uses a flip-phone!"
"Definitely not."
Peter, seemingly beyond shocked, turned to the older monk beside him.
"How do you live with him?"
Wong sighed, shook his head, and took a sip of his water.
"'Tis the cross I must bear."
Thank the Ancient One that his tea was done! He took a long drink, disregarding the scalding temperature, and sighed in relief. Better.
"Why don't we get back to my first question, shall we? What brings you here, Peter? Do the Avengers need assistance?"
Peter grinned and dove for his backpack.
"Nope! I just brought over the next part of the Harry Potter movies for Cloakie!"
He quickly yanked the movie disk out of his backpack and held it aloft triumphantly. And then the Cloak of Levitation, an ancient, magical, powerful artifact, that was revered by many, fluttered in absolute excitement and tackled the teenager in a hug, while also grabbing the movie.
Peter laughed, Wong smiled, and Stephen resisted the urge to burrow his head in his hands, and instead took another sip of his tea.
After he had managed to untangle himself from Cloakie, Peter downed the rest of his water, thanked Wong for the beverage, and stood up.
"Alright! I should be on my way now."
"Do you want me to open a portal into the tower?" Stephen offered, remembering the sweltering heat outside. Peter shook his head.
"Thanks, but I wanted to fit in a little patrol before going back. Though I don't expect a lot to be going on, with the temperatures outside. Thank God the suit has air conditioning. Bye Doc, bye Wong, bye Cloakie!"
Two "Bye Peter"'s and a full body flutter from the Cloak, and the young superhero was gone. With the closing of the front door, Strange sat down on one of the couches and relaxed. He liked Peter a lot, but the boy could be a bit taxing at times. As he drank his tea and watched the Cloak fly off in search of his laptop to watch it's new Harry Potter movie, he never noticed the deeply amused, knowing and conspiratorial little grin Wong was wearing.
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"So, MJ said the dinner went really well. She likes the guy, said she had a good feeling about him."
Ned told Bethany, the shelter worker who had been there when Michelle and Peter had guided Sam and Bucky into pet adoption. Peter had boosted himself up on the reception counter, and was carefully stroking the soft feathers of the big snow owl perched on his arm. While Bethany wouldn't normally allow a visitor to have one of the animals in the open like this, and in the buildings lobby to boot, she had made an exception for Peter. Not only was the boy extraordinarily good with handling the animals, he had also needed a little pick-me-up, seeing as the persisting hot weather had not allowed for his dog to accompany him to the shelter.
Peter added his own little tid-bits.
"The son had apparently been a bit quiet, but she said he seemed very sweet."
Bethany nodded.
"Well, I believe anyone would feel a little awkward, meeting their father's new girlfriend, and girlfriend's daughter. How old did you say the boy was?"
Since Peter was very busy smiling over the cute faces the owl was making as he pet it, Ned answered the question.
"11. Though MJ did get him to talk a bit about hobbies and stuff. She said he has a real interest in art, especially graffiti painting."
Peter chimed in then.
"Which means he and MJ will have plenty to bond over. Hopefully she doesn't make him take up her 'painting people in distress' thing. Otherwise my frowning face will likely be the first of many, to one day appear on walls all over the city."
Ned paled visibly.
"Dude, that's horrifying."
Bethany laughed softly.
"Now, now boys. You shouldn't fret about things like that. My wife always says that artists carry old souls. Anything they draw, is worth drawing. Even a frowning face."
She winked at Peter. Bethany was totally cool. She was 58 years old and had been together with her wife since they were both 20. When America finally lifted the ban on gay marriage, they had been one of the first same-sex couples to tie the knot in 2015. Peter opened his mouth to reply, when his ears picked up the distant (though rapidly closing in) sounds of screaming and cursing. He grinned.
"Ned, get your camera ready. Operation: Harry Potter, is about to begin."
The other boy obediently pointed his camera towards the entrance, and before Bethany could ask what the boys were talking about, she heard a male voice screaming at someone or something to: "Stop it, goddammit! You insufferable piece of magical cloth! If you don't let me down this instance-"
And then suddenly the doors burst open and what looked to be a man, swaddled in... a red cape?.. came literally flying in.
Peter jumped from the counter (carefully though, so as not to unsettle the owl still perched on his arm), and took a few steps forward.
"Cloakie, you made it!"
Then the cape seemingly unraveled itself from the man (giving the poor guy quite the spin in the process), and came floating over to the teen and owl.
While Bethany was still trying to cope with the fact that there was an apparently living article of clothing, hovering in front of Peter and seemingly ogling the owl (which ogled back just as much), the man the cape had dragged into the shelter (and boy, that was definitely a line of thought she never expected to have) was slowly getting his bearings again. Then he pinned a very pointed gaze at the two teenagers, and made a notable effort to keep his voice calm.
"Peter. Ned. Would it be correct for me to assume, that you are to blame for my unwilling journey through the streets of Manhattan?"
As Ned tried to shrink back behind his camera (that he still kept resolutely focused on the sorcerer), Peter just grinned brightly at the man.
"Absolutely. Very astute of you. Guess that's why you are the Sorcerer Supreme."
(Oh, so that was that magical superhero that her wife had told her about. Really, her love was such a fangirl where New York's hero community was concerned. Well, at least that entrance made sense now.)
The man, (Dr. Strange, if Bethany remembered correctly), narrowed his eyes at the teen.
"And for what possible reason, do you require my presence?"
Cloakie had extended one of it's corners to lightly pet the white owl on the head. The owl seemed to like it.
"We need a designated adult to sign the adoption papers for Hedwig. She is a 9 year old snow owl. Her owner was a huge Harry Potter fan, which is why he named her Hedwig. He sadly died in an accident not too long ago, and his remaining family didn't have the kind of space to take Hedwig in."
The eyes narrowed further.
"If you want to adopt another pet, then get your aunt or Stark to sign the forms."
Peter shook his head.
"But Hedwig isn't for me."
Bethany looked on intrigued as suspicion formed in the sorcerer's eyes.
"Peter, I'm not getting a pet."
The teen rolled his eyes.
"I know. Hedwig isn't for you, either. She is for Cloakie!"
As if to underline his point, he lifted the arm with the owl a bit, drawing all eyes to the way the Cloak of Levitation cooed (could a cloak coo?) at Hedwig.
The look on the doctor's face right then, was one that Bethany had seen many times on her sister in law, when she had to explain to her 4 year old daughter why she only got one birthday every year.
"Kid, the Cloak of Levitation may be a sentient being with it's own will, but it cannot adopt an animal."
Peter gave the man the most deadpan look that Bethany had ever seen him make.
"I. Know. Which is why we need you to sign the paperwork. Didn't I say that? I thought I said that."
He looked questioningly at Cloakie, who nodded in agreement, and then went right back to petting the owl.
Stephen decided not to suffer any more of this lunacy, and waved his hands to open a portal to the Sanctum. Before he was able to fully step through, however, the Cloak had settled around his shoulders and dragged him back into the shelter's lobby. He directed his stern gaze at the Cloak.
"I don't care how much you love Harry Potter, you will not keep an owl in the Sanctum."
The Cloak folded both of it's lower ends together, in an imitation of a human folding their arms over their chest. Stephen pointed a finger right at it.
"Don't give me that look. We are not taking that owl home, and that is final."
Hedwig, (with a little whispered encouragement from Peter), took matters into her own hands (claws? Wings?) and gave the teen an affectionate headbutt, before flying off his arm and right through the still open portal, into the Sanctum. While Stephen was still trying to process this fully, his magical cloak fluttered in excitement and dove right after it's owl. The portal closed right behind them. Stephen stared.
Before he had the chance to chase after his wayward magical artifact, Peter was suddenly before him, shoving a bunch of papers and a pen into his chest.
"Great, doc! I knew you would come around, though there was really no need to get Hedwig to your home in such a rush! Now, let's just quickly take care of the formalities. You wouldn't want Bethany to think that you were kidnapping her animals, right?"
The wide, brown eyes looked meaningfully first at him, then at the older woman behind the counter, then at a still filming Ned.
Master of the mystic arts, Sorcerer Supreme, protector of the magical realms, Doctor Stephen Strange, let out a long suffering sigh, and grabbed for the adoption forms.
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When roughly twenty minutes later, a portal opened up in the sitting room of the Sanctum Sanctorum, through which stepped a thoroughly annoyed Stephen, Wong was already prepared with a cup of steaming tea.
"The Cloak and Hedwig are in the upper level, playing a game of tag." He quickly handed the cup over, completely ignoring the calculating eyes his friend was bestowing him with. "I have already placed different perches for our new roommate all over the house. The special bird feed is in the kitchen."
Then the older monk calmly sat down in his armchair, and resumed reading the thick tome of incantations before him.
"You were in on this, weren't you?"
Wong casually turned a page.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
Stephen swore loudly, took a sip of his tea, and vowed to find a way to get revenge.
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How about "Everything hurts" from that angst to fluff prompt list for Malec? :)
What about it indeed. I might have hijacked this prompt to work out a little canon!verse, post 3x05.
19. “Everything hurts.”
Shadowhunting was a matter of practice. The job involved more than just hunting demons or helping Downworlders. A lot of it was in the details. Demons were sly creatures, they thrived in deceiving and luring their victims. As a Shadowhunter, Alec had learned to identify off behavior as soon as he spotted it.
Only, sometimes Alec forgot there was more to the job than demons. Between Shadowhunters, Werewolves, Vampires, Warlocks, and Seelies, the Shadow World had all kinds of dangers to offer.
And even a 600-year-old, incredibly powerful warlock was susceptible to those dangers.
Looking back, Alec should’ve noticed the subtle differences in Magnus. It all started after that day Magnus had rejected his suggestion that they moved in together. They fought over the box of mementos and Alec was still not quite sure what to make of the whole situation. It was too much to wrap his mind around. The idea that he’d grow old and feeble, a burden to Magnus… It was hard to accept that.
But Magnus had been adamant on how Alec aging wouldn’t make a difference to him. Alec had elected to let it go for now, as he didn’t have a solution yet. Besides, Magnus had been weird ever since. Not quite himself. Magnus was blanking more, taking more time to respond than the usual. Nothing glaring or concerning, but enough to raise an eyebrow or two.
It passed and Alec stopped thinking about it. But then, the lapses in memory began. Magnus forgot about a dinner here, a date there. He blew off clients and didn’t prepare the elixirs he had been paid for.
His nightmares became worse too. Magnus had a lot of strange dreams; one doesn’t live over 600 years and had a regular subconscious. Some things slipped when Magnus was most vulnerable and he’d wake up panting and covered in cold sweat. Alec would be there for him every time.
But then, one night, Magnus woke up screaming. When Alec rushed to hold him, Magnus pushed him aside. “Who are you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous as cat eyes glowed in the night.
Alec blinked, confused. “What are you talking about? It’s me. Alec.”
Magnus watched him closely and Alec could feel the magic swirling in the air around him. It wasn’t the first time Magnus had lost control, but it was the first time Alec felt unsafe around him. Something in that energy wanted to hurt him, to make him go away.
It was gone when Magnus blinked, all trace of hostility disappearing with it. “Alexander,” Magnus whispered, almost like a prayer. The cat eyes were gone but even in the dim of the night, Alec could see tears. “I… I don’t…”
Alec frowned. Magnus sounded so small, so fragile. It was such an incongruous thing from the man he was. Magnus, who was larger than life. Magnus, who was the most powerful person Alec knew. There he was, sounding lost and afraid.
Turning on the lamp and skipping closer to him, Alec took Magnus’ hand in his. “Talk to me. What just happened?”
“I…” Magnus breathed through his mouth. It wasn’t that he was trying to appear fine or strong. They were way past that. Magnus was shaking, distressed by whatever was going on. “I forgot who you were. I didn’t… I didn’t recognize you.” He gasped, hand closing tighter around Alec’s. “I almost attacked you.”
“But you didn’t,” Alec said firmly. “Even if you had, there’s something going on with you. You’re not acting like yourself.”
Magnus swallowed hard. “How long have I been acting weirdly?”
Alec forced himself to think. The only thing he wanted to do was hug Magnus and tell him that he was fine. That nothing bad had happened. But something was obviously wrong. “I don’t know. A couple of days? You were spacing out a week or so ago but I figured you just had a lot in your mind. But now you’re forgetting things too.”
“Not things.” Magnus clenched his teeth. “I forgot you.”
Inhaling deeply, Alec brought a hand to Magnus’ back. He stroked it a couple of times, trying to soothe him. There was no use in dwelling on what had just happened. “Magnus… Can warlocks be possessed?”
Slowly, Magnus looked at him. “No,” he said definitively, “but we can be cursed. Lorenzo Rey could be behind this. He’d love to get rid of me any way he could.”
“What can I do to help?” Alec asked. It was no time to be focusing on Lorenzo Rey’s motives. If Magnus was really cursed, their priority was to deal with it. “Do you need one of your books? Something from your office?”
“I…” Magnus frowned, looking confused. He blinked a couple of times, pain crossing his face. “Everything hurts. I’m trying to remember a counterspell, but I can’t. It’s like the curse is… It’s… Erasing everything. I can’t remember, I- Alexander, I’m useless. I can’t-”
Alec frowned, realization coming to him. He squeezed Magnus’ hand and moved past him, searching for something on Magnus’ bedside table. Alec found the Omamori where Magnus always left it and pushed it into Magnus’ hands. “Protection, remember? This will keep you safe. You don’t need it, but I got it for you anyway. Look at it, Magnus.”
As Magnus did, Alec moved out of the bed. He rushed to Magnus’ office and found the box of mementos where Magnus had left it. Alec grabbed the box and Magnus’ spell book, rushing back to the bedroom.
Alec opened the box first and picked up George’s letter. “Here, this is from George. He was a soldier. There are more, much more. Those are the people that loved you. You made their lives better. And they are still with you. You didn’t lose them, Magnus. You changed them.”
Magnus gasped, fingers running through the contents of the box. He looked back at the Omamori. “I didn’t lose them?”
“No.” Alec shook his head. He grabbed the spell book next and offered it to Magnus. “And you didn’t lose your spells. All your knowledge, all that you’ve built. It’s still here. Everything is still here, Magnus. That’s what you’re afraid of, right? Having something to lose. Your reputation, your work. Me.” Alec smiled, pushing through his nerves. It had to be it. Whatever was affecting Magnus, it was playing with his fears. The fear of losing what he loved, who he loved. It was making him forget everything as if he never had it. “I’m here, Magnus. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”
Inspiringly sharply, Magnus seemed to focus. The glamour in his eyes dropped and blue magical energy poured from him. Alec had to close his eyes as he felt the impact from all of that power. The room went completely white and then the energy exploded around them.
Magnus was panting when it was done. But he smiled at Alec, looking lighter than he had in days. “Thank you, Alexander.”
Alec smiled in relief. “Always happy to help. Is it gone?”
“It should be,” Magnus said absently. “Weird, it was the same magical signature that I felt back at Lorenzo’s place. The one that was corrupting the Ley Lines. I must have gotten in contact with it again somehow and it affected me.”
“Maybe it has something to do with the Owl,” Alec suggested. “With so many possessions around the city, you could be picking up on some weird demonic energy.”
“Maybe, because it also comes from Edom. Still…” Magnus didn’t seem convinced, but he yawned. “Whatever it is, I’ll look into it in the morning.” He grabbed his spellbook and the box of mementos, putting them aside. But he kept the Omamori in his hand. “Shall we go back to sleep?”
Alec looked at Magnus’ hand and his smile grew into a grin. “Yes.”
They laid down again and Alec turned off the lamp. Magnus leaned his head on Alec’s shoulder, hand laying comfortable on his chest. Cleaning up his own energy must’ve exhausted him since Magnus as asleep in seconds.
Not Alec, though. If that night had taught him something was that he had a promise to fulfill. He’d told Magnus he wasn’t going anywhere. And Alec meant it. He couldn’t live without Magnus, and well… What if he didn’t have to? What if he could just live and always be there for Magnus? What if he could do that forever?
Alec threw a look at Magnus’ spellbook. What if indeed.
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