The Stonewall Inn
Product Placement
if i look back, i am lost
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The student returned the smile as soon as their eyes met for a brief moment. Technically, the first days of medical school were spent around books and corpses. A Tyndaller wouldn’t cause any damage to a ‘patient’ who had spent serveral weeks in the morgue. But Stephen thought –and very wisely indeed– that making a point like that would only get him in deeper trouble. “Ah. So I AM here because of those books.”
❝ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ. ❞
Independent & Selective MCU based Dr. Stephen Strange . Written by Maru
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"... It is said... That in a very dark and strange dimension dwells a creature that gulps down creamy Bailey's as if it was fresh water."
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“Steve, babe. Honey. Listen - I’d love to as much as the next guy, you know I would. But that pattern is seizure inducing.”
His fingers twiddled to Stephen’s attire. “Can’t you, like… wear the cape in front or something? I guess that doesn’t make it a cape anymore - more like an apron, huh? Capron? Wait, are we on to something here? Should I take out a patent?”
“Wade…” The sorcerer rolled his eyes at his partner’s lack of attention and ability to listen. There were pros and cons to being a Master of the Mystic Arts. Those terribly old fashioned attires were definitely the latter. “WADE! If you don’t stop, it won’t be this pattern what induces you a seizure.” His hand moved swiftly, catching the other man’s wrist. “It’ll be ME.”
❛ i’m not going to waste my time to BEG you to help me, strange. ❜ he slings the bag of weapons back over his shoulder, CLEARLY ready to take his leave. if he needed to do this alone, then he would. ❛ you just know more about this SHIT than i do. ❜
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A mocking scoff made it past his lips. “So you’re busting in, shooting whoever crosses your path? Oh, that’s a BRILLIANT plan indeed!” The sorcerer was out of his mind. Murder. That was definitely not the way he handled things. “We’re on the same damn side, Castle! … All I’m asking is some time to come up with a better plan.”
The sorcerer thought it was best not to bring up some topics just yet. His ability to manipulate time with an ancient relic was one of them. Instead, he gave his guest a light nod and went straight to her questions. Magic. Stephen leaned back on the leather seat as he tried to organize his thoughts to be clear and precise –and especially, not sound like a complete lunatic.
“This universe we live in? It’s just one of many.“ After a brief pause, he raised his gaze to meet Christine’s eyes. "We’re part of an infinite multiverse. Our universe, in all its vast extension, is just a tiny fraction of all reality. There’s so much more beyond our experience, beyond out senses. Call it magic, religion, or just science we can’t yet understand. Not everything has to make sense.”
“I simply harness energy from this and other universes and use it to shape reality around us.” As he said so, his cup that had thus far remained empty, began to fill with hot freshly brewed tea. It didn’t seem possible yet evidence laid bare before their eyes. “How does it work according to OUR scientific laws and understanding? Well, I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.”
Those words caught his attention right away. Not many people had told him they were sorry for what happened to him. His personality didn’t exactly inspire empathy in others and that was entirely his fault. The stranger’s kindness disconcerted him. And in some level even intrigued him.
“Well, he’ll make it. I’m sure so will your friendship.” A broken thumb. After some x-rays they’d immobilize the guy’s hand for four to six weeks. Regaining full use of the entire hand however could take up to three months, depending on the– “Mario Kart? Really?” All that completely useless knowledge was stuck in his brain now. Stephen couldn’t wait to find the way to heal his hands and get back to work.
❝ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ. ❞
Independent & Selective MCU based Dr. Stephen Strange . Written by Maru
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“We’ve met before Mr. Stark.” Of course he was talking about years ago, back when his work as a renowned neurosurgeon had gotten him VIP access to the most exclusive parties in New York. Stephen was confident an arrogant show off like him had caught Tony’s attention more than once. “Dr. Stephen Strange. I’m afraid my… field of study has changed drastically since the last time we saw each other.”
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“Wong said no knowledge is forbidden.” Stephen stood in the middle of the room. The sweet smell of freshly brewed tea flooding his nostrils as he waited for the Ancient One to reveal the reason he had been brought before her. “So I’m assuming you’re not summoning me here to scold me for reading your entire
personal collection.”
CHRISTINE
“It was pretty—” shrugging lamely she doesn’t continue, doesn’t tell him how it never felt like home, that he’d never taken root there. How different it was from the modest apartment she kept with its knick-knacks and flea market treasures. The penthouse was beautiful, but hollow, and she doesn’t think he needs the reminder. Or reminders of morning at her little breakfast table, sunlight and laughter.
She honestly didn’t need them either.
A smile tugs on her lips, of course he’d play on her weakness for caffeine, “I’ve never turned down a free cup of coffee.” It’s what got her into this mess in the first place. A cup of coffee from a handsome stranger. “But I hope that coffee comes with a side of answers, because I have a lot of questions.”
As she kept on talking, Stephen turned around, leading her to a more private room. A study which he often uses to read whatever book he can get ahold of. Her unfinished comment on the penthouse didn’t go unnoticed. The price he paid was great indeed and sometimes he’d found himself thinking about it, missing his old life. It wasn’t the penthouse itself, however. It was the fact that he HAD a penthouse –and all the perks that came with it. It was fame and fortune. What an asshole.
The room was far cozier than the majestic hall Christine first walked into. Two comfortable armchairs seemed to invite them to sit down and talk. Between them, two delicate cups awaited on a small table. Stephen knew her thirst for answers was bigger than her thirst for coffee. Yet with a quick gesture of his hand, a hot brown liquid filled one of the cups. “You’ve got a lot of questions, I’ve got plenty of time.”
DANNY
“Right… Sorry,” Danny grimaced, retracting his hand. He glanced between the stranger and his feet, feeling a small sense of pity wash over, which he would not share.
The guy looked like he’d been through hell. He reminded him of himself when he first ‘arrived’ in K’un L’un, nothing more than a loss, broken soul. “What happened?” he asked softly.
Stephen wasn’t the kind of man that talks to strangers for no reason. But after leaving, he’d be completely alone. Every friendship he had was based on his profession and success. Perhaps talking to strangers was the only option he had left. “Car accident.” There was no need for further details. No need to tell him why his life was ruined after all those surgeries. It was too damn obvious.
“Don’t text and drive.” He added, sitting up straight on his seat. A quick glance at his watch told him he still had plenty of time before he could talk to Christine. At least talking would make the waiting seem faster. “Why are you here?”
❝ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ʟᴇssᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ. ❞
Independent & Selective MCU based Dr. Stephen Strange . Written by Maru
DANNY
Danny was once again waiting for Foggy in the ER. He had broken a finger while they were playing Mario Kart; extremely aggressive game. He looked around the room and noticed the gentleman sitting beside him. Concern wash over him as he noticed the man’s dirty clothes. He slipped off his jumper and held it towards him, offering warmth.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Danny replied quickly, panicked slightly that he just offended the man. He looked rough. “Uh, you look cold, though. I didn’t mean to pry but looks like you could use this more than I do.”
Cold? Why on Earth would he look-- Stephen’s eyes were slowly, painfully, drawn to his hands. They were shaking as they did for the last couple of months. They were the reason he was leaving now, to try and find a way to go back to his old life. “I’m not cold.” he said sharply, his anger misdirected towards the younger man.
However, he couldn’t bear the sight of those dreadful scars along his fingers for much longer, he had to look back up. In doing so, he’d be forced to face him again. “... But thanks.” Stephen muttered. The stranger’s actions were kind regardless. “It’s not cold. It’s-- severe nerve damage.”
CHRISTINE
177B Bleecker St, the address was scrawled in a messy script under a short message, it hadn’t been difficult to find, and she’d made good time from the hospital. Only she finds herself standing in front of the great doors, unable to lift her hand to pull them open. What was she doing here, she’d honestly thought she’d put him behind her—when he’d left without a single good bye, though their last conversation had been a good bye on its own. Still, it seemed his ability to draw her in was intact, and God she had so many question about what she had witnessed, about him and where he’d been—there had been a floating cloak, she vividly remembers that.
Above anything else, it was her good conscious as a Doctor that made her drag her feet over, despite the reluctance. His stitches would need looking after, he’d been on the move too soon after the wound had bee closed. Inhaling deeply, gathering her courage, she opens the heavy doors and steps inside. Her eyes fall on him without fail, perhaps it was the eye catching outfit or the habit of seeking him out when she entered a room so she might best situate herself.
“Stephen.” she greets him simply, walking inside and letting the doors close behind her. “I got your message,” holding up the paper she waves it once in the air before burying her hands deep in her coat pocket. Taking in the grandeur of the hall they stood in she can’t help but make the comment. “You know, some how this place still manages to feel homier then the penthouse.”
The hall, the cloak... it was all a facade, an illusion like the ones he had learned to conjure in all that time away from his old life. He had let go of everything. His money, his possessions, his career as a doctor. Everything but Christine. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she could see past that mask the Masters requested him to wear.
As soon as she walked into the room, his mind was thrown back years ago. All the responsability he was recently burdened with seemed to fade for an instant. “You never liked that penthouse to begin with.” Allowing himself to glance around the ceremonious hall, his eyes were drawn back to Christine in no time. “Although the wifi here is better.” he added, a playful yet rather cocky grin curving his lips.
“C’mon in. I’ll make you some coffee.”
