The Impossibilities Are Endless

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Long tongued Liar

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ramshacklerebel:

It told her a lot about someone’s character when they ignored her rudeness. If she had been in his shoes, she would have told herself to fuck off. He, on the other hand, laughed it off and kept in step with her. It was enough to lower the height of her shoulders just about an inch; the tension still coiled but unravelling a little. “Concerned citizen?,” she parroted with a degree of amusement. “Are you going to make a citizen’s arrest if I don’t give you the right answers?,” she added with a sidelong glance that bordered on playful. Or annoyed. Difficult to tell with her.

There was silence, and then. 

“Let me get this straight. You considered the possibility that I might be the type of woman who just gets her kicks out of beating up men,” she seemed mostly interested in throwing his words back at him. He’d have to stay on his toes. “So, you thought to yourself, I’m gonna go follow that crazy-ass broad,” she added, with another of those entertained oblique glances. “I don’t know what you’re into, buddy, but color me intrigued.” The tone of her voice was sarcastic, but her steps had slowed and their path became more of a stroll.

Strange let out a laugh. “Well damn, guess you caught me. Closet masochist right here.” He looked around and realized he wasn’t really sure where they were going at this point. Not that getting lost was really a problem for him, but he kinda bordered on the paranoid when it came to new places.

“All seriousness though, not looking to make an arrest. It just seemed polite to check if everything was ok. It’s not like there was shortage of people checking on the other guy.” He smirked a little, but apart from that kept fairly neutral. He wasn’t biting onto the banter hook quite that easy.

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Long tongued Liar

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The living embodiment of a stormcloud that was Jessica Jones stalked down the street with her hands in her pockets and her jaw clenched so tightly, she dimly worried for her molars. She had to get away before she did something that she would regret. Even now, she wanted to turn and beat the snot out of that little prick for what he’d done to that girl. It took her longer than she really wanted to admit to realize that she was being followed. A hurried stride, legs longer than hers, gaining quickly. She almost wished it were that asshole.

No such luck, she noted when he caught up. At least he didn’t look like the police.

Her dark eyes slanted sidelong to the attractive, dark-featured man who came up beside her and then slowed to march her strides. His hands mirrored her own as they walked away from the area with purpose. Almost companionable. 

She was quiet for a long moment as she struggled to come up with a response. Well, more like she was trying to decide if she wanted to be a bitch or not. It told her a little about him that he’d come after her and hadn’t stayed with her victim. She wondered if he was waiting to read her the riot act. 

“What do you care? You his mother?” Despite the words, she honestly seemed to be waiting for an answer. To the first question, that is. She doubted her was the motherly type. 

Strange chuckled a bit at the defensive response. “No, call me a concerned citizen I guess. In my experience violence generally comes with a reason, my bet’s on that guy not being a victim at all.” 

He shrugged, still watching her, keeping pace. There wasn’t a limp or anything, indicating she hadn’t been hurt at all in the scuffle. “Or I could just be a sucker for a woman and you just like beating up men. But it looks to me like you could have done much worse.”

He tried not to talk too much. He’d never shut his mouth before the accident and look where that had brought him. Alone with no help or friends. He was trying to be better now, but... well it was still hard. Everyone had their struggle he guessed. So for now he let the silence be until his companion responded.

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The case hadn’t gone well. And that was putting it mildly. Her client was a mousy little woman who wanted dirt on her ex-boyfriend to get him to back off. His stalking was getting out of control and she wanted to move on. Easy stuff. Open and shut. The information gathered, Jessica had given it to the waifish woman and never expected to hear anything more. A week later, she got a call from the hospital because they’d found her business card in a Jane Doe’s pocket; her client’s pocket. The woman was unconscious, no identification, and was abandoned in front of the hospital for medical care. 

The stern nurse told her that they were informing the police. Jessica would be called in for questioning to see what she knew about the woman’s broken arm and fractured skull.  Just like that, in the hot seat again. She swore they were going to name one of the interrogation rooms after her, as frequently as she visited. She didn’t bother to wait for the officer to show up and left her office for a walk. 

Responsibility was a burden, she informed the boyfriend an hour later outside from seedy strip joint. He had difficulty paying her the attention she deserved with her forearm pressing so hard against his throat. He sputtered and started to turn blue and she just bared her teeth and pressed harder. She should have brought him the information herself instead of trusting that he wasn’t going to beat the shit out of a woman just trying to get him to leave her alone, she told him. Men like him, thinking that they were owed something they weren’t made her want to set the world on fire, she whispered as he struggled to gasp for air. It was a stranger’s face, but all she saw was Kilgrave.

It would be so easy. Just a little, tiny bit more pressure and problem solved. Bones crumble to dust and there would be one last asshole. The thought scared her enough to release him, but not enough to avoid the hole through the wall she left in her wake. 

Bystanders rushed to the man gasping on the sidewalk as she turned to stalk down the sidewalk. 

She couldn’t quite hide the tremble in her clenched hands, the hitch in her breath. 

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Strange really wasn’t one to pry into mortal affairs. He rarely even went out very often, certainly not to deal with anything less than a magically significant mishap. Even before he had taken on his mantle, he’d always been a pragmatist. Bad things happened all the time, no one person was going to change that. You did what you could, and made your own way in the world better in the process if the opportunity presented itself. 

Seeing bad things in person was different though. Violence had much more immediacy than the clinical life he had led before. It was much easier to reduce a patient to a math equation, a number of days or months, even years. When that equation was in the seconds Strange realized that suddenly detachment was a lot more difficult.

By the time he got to the scene however, not really sure what he was going to do, the woman had already dropped her victim and stalked off. Strange took a brief glance at the man, but he’d already figured this was somewhat of a revenge story if what he’d overheard was to be trusted. 

A glance told him the man would live, probably have a severely bruised neck and trachea, some trouble breathing and swallowing, but nothing life changing. So Strange hurried to follow after the woman, still really not sure why, but he felt he was responsible for doing something. 

After about a block Strange pulled up beside Jessica, hands stuffed in his pockets to ward off the slight chill.

“That was quite the show. He do something to you?”

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“Oh no, not Asgardia, I’d call Heimdall myself if that was the case. He knows to listen for me.” Having near constant access to the rainbow bridge was startling. It made her want to break out her instruments and examine it. An Einstein–Rosen bridge at her beck and call.  She might be one of the foremost experts on transdimensional travel but she was still so much they didn’t know. On the other hand, it was frightening. Heimdall could see all. She didn’t know what she would do if he found out her secret. How long he would keep it. If he would understand. 

She gave Stephen a sheepish smile. “Just my apartment if you don’t mind,” she told him rattling off the name of her annoyingly expensive Manhattan apartment. “I have to pay for it I might as well spend some time there.”  

“Not a problem.” Strange replied, starting up another portal roughly in the neighborhood Jane had mentioned. “When you do see Heimdall, if you could apologize for me I’d appreciate it. I never expected those harpies to get through, and I know the whole Greek Mythology thing clashes with their decor.” His cocky demeanor back, everything felt right in the world. Being respectful was so much harder than irreverent. He wanted peaceful relations with Asgard sure, but that didn’t mean they had to think he was in any looking for their support. Better to make them think he didn’t need them at all.

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Senator. God that had an annoying ring to it didn’t it? “Jane, please.” she corrected him. “I’m not one for the titles or formalities if I can help it.” Her lips twisted in a mixture of distaste and amusement. She had only wanted to clear the air not stuff herself back into an etiquette box. “It’s one of those jobs that has a much more impressive title than anything.” The Senate hardly got anything done anymore. Shocker. “And I really did only end up with it as a favor to a friend.” 

She walked over to him and took her groceries from him with only a small lack of grace; she needed to do her grip exercises. “You came across about as confrontational as a stray cat, Stephen. You get used to outright threats and manipulation in this tree of life, caution barely registers in the grand scheme of things.” She reassured him. “–And while I’d actually love to stay and chat about this insanity. I did buy raw chicken at the store.” 

“Of course, wouldn’t want your groceries to spoil. So, where to Jane?” Strange asked, biting his tongue on a decidedly undiplomatic joke about nepotism. Then he added, “If you say Asgard then I might need you to call ahead. Heimdall made it pretty clear he doesn’t like unexpected visitors to the realm last time I was there.”

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Jane rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to clap. “I’m the Senator for Midgard in the Congress of Worlds.” She stopped looking around the hall and in turn faced Stephen Strange, her arms finally settling behind her back. “And he’s not so much after me as we don’t like each other. We’ve had words.” Words, slaps, battles.  It was she who was going after him. Well, he was gunning for her as well, he just didn’t know it was her. That was the fun of secret identities. There was also the bit about her being Loki’s brother’s ex but Stephen didn’t need to know about that. 

“And Asgardia is a bit of a mess at the moment, stable but…” Jane trailed off with a shrug. “Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Sorcerer Supreme, now that we are done with tip-toeing around the existence of the realms and our place in them.” It was a weight off her chest with his conclusion of where her ‘ambient magic’ was from. She wasn’t going to correct him. Actually, for all Jane knew he was right. She couldn’t sense anything in this form. 

Strange’s eyes went a little wide in surprise. That really was quite a job, and what was more probably meant that Jane outranked him in the grand scheme of things. He wasn’t altogether sure whether or not the title he held carried any political power or if it was more of a carrying a big stick sort of deal.

He recovered gracefully at least, and composed himself quickly. “Pleased to meet you too Senator. I hope I haven’t been coming across as too confrontational, my job tends to leave you a bit paranoid of anything and everyone. Now, would you like to sit for a while or should I open a way for you home?”

He didn’t host guests very much, but it seemed the thing to do. Not only had he outed Jane rather abruptly, but she was also evidently someone who’s influence could be of use. It would definitely pay to be on her good side.

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John crouched, pawing into the snow to collect the bag. 

He left the sixpack, it was relatively unharmed- the box dented a little on one corner but safe nonetheless- and dug into the further reaches of the plastic monstrosity to retrieve a smaller, brightly printed package. He put the corner between his teeth and unashamedly pulled a malic acid covered worm, shoving it between his teeth as he listened. He gave Strange about 16 seconds before he tried cutting in.

“First of all,” he began, half a worm pointed Strange’s way. “I’m glad you finally admitted you’ve got a fuckin’ ego problem but it’s not my fault you- whoa whoa whoa wait just a minute,” he watched as Strange stood, brow furrowed,  package of sour worms clutched to his chest. He used the motion to pull the lapels of his trenchcoat closer together, covering his thin shirt and trying not to let the chill in his bones show through. “You don’t like me?”

“No John, you’re an ass, and you’re reckless. You make bargains with powers from other dimensions, which is pretty much something I’m employed to stop. is THE thing I’m supposed to stop.  I tolerate you because you do good things, but I do not LIKE you.” 

Strange let out a breathe. It wasn’t often he got into ranting mode. He’d apparently been holding on to a bit more bitterness towards Constantine than he realized. Inwardly he acknolwedge that it could be in part because Constantine was probably better than him, because God knew Strange was pretty damn reckless himself. Not as bad, but bad enough that his own sense of responsibility shouldn’t be setting him off like this.

“Look, I’m jumpy right now, you caught me at a bad time. I don’t have backup for a while, so I jumped the gun to the first remote place I could think of. I’ll portal you somewhere you want, and we’re done.”

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Jane followed after him. She was still slightly wary, true, but she wasn’t paranoid that he was out for her. He wasn’t Odin or Cul. She just hoped if she was wrong, wherever this portal led her to, she could still call Mjolnir to her. She breathed normally as she walked through the fissure in space. Her skin tingled as it reacted to the slight temperature change; slightly more drastic than just walking through a ‘normal’ doorway. 

“I never doubted your magical prowess, Dr. Strange,” she corrected him, an amused smile spreading across her lips. “I’ve seen enough strange things in my life that stretch the boundaries of the universe as we know it.” Her crossed arms loosened slightly as she looked around the… what had he called it? The sanctum? “–It’s trusting it that I have issues with. Loki has taught me that much.” For all that she was the Goddess of Thunder Jane didn’t like using magic. She avoided it, normally. At least in her mortal form. Avoiding magic as Thor was a bit of an oxymoron. 

Strange’s hair stood up on the nape of his neck at the mention of Loki. He’d heard of the trickster god, even seen the mess that Loki had left back when he was... less. Strange did NOT fancy dealing with that mess.

“I’m sorry, did you say Loki is after you? I thought he was safely locked away after the New York incident. He helped briefly in Svartalfheim, but the Asgardians have assured me he’s back in custody...” Strange was working stuff out a bit, and suddenly he realized that Foster was a bit too well informed, even for someone clued in. “You’re working with them aren’t you? That’s what the ambient magic is from.”

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Jane looked at the Sorcerer and then at the portal. Yes, she understood the science behind it. Yes, it was very interesting. Yes, she had given lectures on it. But. “No.” She told him point blank. “Last time I passed through a portal like this I ended up in another realm where I got possessed by an infinity stone. So. You first.” She mirrored his ‘after you’ fashion right back at him. “Don’t worry, I will follow, you still have my groceries.”  

Strange shrugged “fair enough, I’d be wary too.” then he stepped through. He was dissapointed. he didn’t get to deliver his punch line. He hated when that happened. Ah well, next time.

“So, magic. Or at least applied control over the fabric of the universe using one’s mind and willpower. Proof enough that I’m a sorcerer of some kind at least?”

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johnny-conjob:

Constantine had decidedly not consumed anywhere near enough coffee to handle this. In fact, he wasn’t sure he ever could consume enough coffee to handle Strange’s version of gratitude but that wasn’t anything new.

He lashed out, hands catching at Strange’s shirt with a vengance, fingers clamped and vicelike in the fabric. He dug is clenched fists into the man’s torso, trying to use it as a sort of leverage to control the tackle, to turn himself and pin. John was about 68% certain their grocery bags had been left, disgruntled, back in New York and it pissed him off just enough to want to cause pain.

It worked… marginally. He thought.

He still got a mouthful of snow for his trouble and cursed in languages he wasn’t entirely sure were real. “Jesus Christ, Strange!” John unclenched, standing in a rush and trying to collect himself. There was something altogether unnerving about portal travel. It made his insides itch. Made him feel … wrong. “You couldn’ have just said fuckin’ thanks and gone about your day what the HELL was that for?” He kicked a bootload of snow at the sorcerer and growled. “I just wanted a fuckin’ beer! It wasn’t even expensive beer? I didn’t even ASK YOU to pay for it you fuck!”

Strange gestured from his place in the snow to the side. “It’s right there John. I wouldn’t leave my stuff behind after paying.” The groceries had been carried through with them in the snow a couple feet away. “You just missed a few things. a) you made an egomaniac look like a fool in public. b) You proceeded to laugh at me. finally c) I already don’t like you.”

Strange then stood up, dusting himself off. “Now, where do you need to be? I think we’re even. You make me look stupid, I take you to freeze your ass off a minute or two in Siberia.”

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Jane stopped breathing. He sensed magic about her? Did he?–No, he couldn’t know. No one knew. No one in Asgardia had noticed. If they had she’d be in a cell right now. Jane forced herself to take in a deep calming breath. She crossed her arms. The reason was two-fold: one, she wasn’t impressed, and two, she wasn’t going to shake in front of the Doctor. “I’m a scientist, first and foremost, Dr. Strange. So, yes. I’d like proof.” She also would like time. Lists of reasons ran through her mind. Things she could say to explain the magic he allegedly sensed on her person. 

Strange nearly grinned at that, but instead he put on his best serious face. Time for the best party trick he’d ever had the opportunity to pick up. He turned away and began opening a portal. It barely took a moment, but when it was done there was a hole hovering over the sidewalk leading straight into the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

“There you go. You are welcome to enter the Sanctum Sanctorum. I’m sure you understand the science to portals like this, but you know what they say about science...” He then gestures in an ‘after you’ fashion.

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Jane stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowing at the once renowned surgeon beside her. She wasn’t sure if he was serious. She didn’t doubt his sanity, no. She just doubted his honesty, it wasn’t unusual for people to mock her for some of her later theories. She had tried to keep everything as scientific as possible… but, stories got out. It was hard to keep Asgardians quiet. 

“I imagine you’ve been quite busy then.” she managed in a cool tone she had perfected in her time at the Senate. Democratic. “What with Malekith trying to unleashing the Aether at the center of the Convergence in Greenwich a few years back.” If it was true, if he wasn’t mocking her, if he was being genuine, Jane could see the irony. The two doctors, people of science, pushed from their professions because of physical limitations later enveloped in the world of magic. Then again, who spilled their secret that easily?

Strange let a smile creep onto his face when Jane suddenly became very still and remote. She knew something, and now she wondered if he was insane or not. Or at least that was his read of it. He had to admit, he’d never been the best at reading people, but she was definitely reacting in a way that the average person would not have.

He sighed. “No need to be so cagey, I’m not crazy, and I don’t think you are either. I sensed magic about you, I was concerned. If you were ignorant it could have meant danger.” He paused for a moment, letting her take that in. “Do I need to prove I am who I say I am?”

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“Oh, just a favor for an old friend.” Jane had not applied for this position after all. Not even in the slightest. “It’s political, and a giant headache and not that interesting.” Jane waved off the man’s question, her eyes rolled as she spoke; there was no easy way to answer what her job was without making someone normal think she was crazy. Or had impaired judgment, a brain tumor, chemo brain. The list went on. Also, the job really was boring. For all that she dealt with trolls and fire demons, elves and fairies, it was still bureaucracy, annoyingly tedious and slow bureaucracy.   

“What are you doing in the city?” Jane asked instead. 

Well, this was the moment where he figured out if she knew what was up. Whether or not people believed in magic was surprisingly still relevant in a world where superhumans were becoming commonplace. A person’s immediate reaction to blatant references to magic usually gave away whether or not they had experience with it.

“Well, I live in Greenwich village. As for what I’m doing in the city, I’m monitoring incursions from other dimensions. You know, gods, demons, otherworldly beings of various dimensions, the occasional ghost. New York seems to be a hot point for such things, and as the new Sorcerer Supreme I get the joy of cleaning up after them.”

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Steve went ahead and paid for both of their groceries, making sure their items were placed in separate bags before he led the way out onto the street. At that point he allowed Strange to lead the way, seeing as they were headed for his place. As well as Steve knew the city, he couldn’t know where the guy lived.

He was surprised by the question, though he couldn’t help but smile at the mention of Brooklyn. “I’ve definitely lived in Brooklyn for a long time. Spent a lot of time there growing up, but with this move to the city…well.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Brooklyn isn’t how I remembered, but I don’t remember Greenwich much, and it has a good atmosphere.” He liked that the Village had been a big part of the counterculture in the 60s (though he had missed that), as well as the LGBT movement.

“Though I would like to convince some people to make the neighborhood more affordable…” Steve admitted. He really shouldn’t get into a subject like that. But he had seen the cost of his place. Steve would never have been able to afford that back before the war. “Really it’s just the right place at the right time.” He finished. “What about you? Have you lived here long?”

“Few years now. Inherited the place from a previous mentor you could say. Used to be a time I’d argue the wealth of a community made it better, but I’ve since reached a financial level that I might have to agree with you. Taxes here aren’t cheap.”

They got to the door of Strange’s Sanctum. “Give me a minute, I’ll run and grab some money. Feel free to come in, but please don’t leave the entryway. The place is a bit of a mess.”

He headed off through his maze of a home, intent on finding some spare cash. There was some in his room he was sure. He really hoped Steve took his advice because he really didn’t want to explain to the Avengers that he broke Captain America’s mind with non-euclidean geometry, no matter what their current standing was.

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laeppaxeh:

She listened to him intently, hummed as she thought. It was no surprise to her that New York had a magic to it. This many lives and dreams and destinies bundled other like firewood. Kindling for a flame. The city was more than the sum of its parts. And they all called out, voice loud, for someone who knows how to use it. “I’m going to make it big in The City.” “Be careful out in The City.” “There’s no place like The City.” People capitalize it and they don’t really know why; each invocation a small drop in a wellspring just waiting for the right person. Zatanna was fairly composed of magic. It was in her blood, literally. She hummed in thought but nodded at Stephen’s words, frowned. “I don’t know how to explain it. If I had to put it into words I guess I’d say New York has a different. Flavor? Than San Francisco. I’m not used to it yet. That’s not all though.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ve just gotten lazy.”

“Seems to be a lot of that going around recently. Vague feelings and forboding premonitions. We’re all just getting paranoid.” Strange chuckled and knocked back the rest of his drink.

  “Suppose I’ll be going. If you turn up anything I’d love to hear about it. Oh and if you figure out whats bothering you, give me a call. On the phone. please don’t summon me, it’s the worst.”

He stood at that, gathering himself before he left.

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What she’d do if she’d make a recovery? It was a question she heard a lot, from her doctors, from being friends with people in the medical profession. They weren’t afraid to ask it. And… they always knew to use ‘if’. Trying to keep up morale while also not sugar coating the situation; it was a skill that they had to learn. “I…” Jane licked her lips. She had been so sure before that she’d beat her cancer. Then new obligations came into the mix. “I have a job right now that I could continue with.” She’d be better at it too. Jane made a face, it was a job she hated. At least being in the medical field or fighting the STEM community to accept her findings and give her funding or fighting S.H.E.I.L.D from stealing her work she had been passionate. She had loved the work she was doing. And it wasn’t that she wasn’t passionate about speaking for her race, her realm. It was just… If Jane still had her hair she would have ripped it all out from frustration.The Congress was too scared to do anything. Too much of a mess. Nothing got anything done.

She’d rather continue getting actively shot at as Thor than be in that chamber. 

But staying as Thor. Well, that was part of the problem with that big ‘if’. That and her staying ‘Thor’ also hinged on a certain Asgardian. If he got it through his thick skull that he was more than worthy, that his struggle was what made him worthy…

 Jane gave a breathy sigh and shook her head. “This experience has made me want to pick up medicine again.” To take care of people again. There were others now that could take her theories, her findings. Her physics could take the back burner again for awhile. Being surrounded by so many sick people. So many amazing, strong, individuals. Jane wanted to be part of that again. Sure, she might not get a noble prize for it but it was still her first love. “But for now I’ve been too occupied with that other job. It would be hard to leave it.” Other two jobs, but Jane wasn’t going to get into that. 

Strange nodded his ascent, though he was a little perplexed at what sort of job someone of Jane’s experience would have taken while undergoing chemotherapy. Apparently it was something she took to be very important. Once again, he was tempted to abuse his magic to find out, but he thought better of it. Magic wasn’t to be used for just basic curiosity, astrally projected study aside anyway. Then it occured to him to just... you know... ask her. He almost smacked his head, he needed to talk to regular people more.

“So what exactly are you doing now? You’re obviously very capable, but I know treatment really tends to take motivation and energy out of a person.”

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Jane’s eyes widened a fraction as she recognized the name. She had never been drawn neuro surgery or had a surgical rotation but Dr. Stephen Strange had been a respected name in the medical community, at least, for his talent. “Sure.” Jane agreed with a laugh, giving Stephen a quick shake before she took her receipt. 

“It’s almost nice to meet someone who also knows the world’s cruel irony.” She said as they walked out of the store. Jane hadn’t been fit to practice medicine or even research for months now. Honestly, Jane could barely do her current job of being a Senator. It wasn’t something that Jane liked to ruminate on but it was true. In between her rare chances at chemo, general health, and hiding that she was the new Thor; Jane wasn’t really doing the people of Midgard justice. That would have to be a problem for another day. Who would Jane get to replace her? Darcy?

“You get used to it when your life changes direction. I’ve had a few years to get used to the idea of my new career. Have you given thought to what you’ll do if you make a recovery?” Strange asked, falling into doctor mode, trying to get her to think positive without giving undue hope. He knew she’d recognize it for what it was, but hoped she’d appreciate the effort. Heavens knew he hadn’t cared much about that part of the job back when he’d actually had patients.

Still, it was a valid question. Magic notwithstanding, he was now interested in getting to know this Dr. Foster. He had contacts, he could help her out if she did make it through, and he’d noticed that many people lost the desire to work in a hospital after having such intimate experience with them themselves.