once upon a time

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Stephen had finally settled into his ‘room’ at the compound after a couple of hours moving things (and that was with using portals to his advantage). He figured the next step in this process would be to get to know the other Avengers, but that didn’t sound too appealing. He definitely wasn’t a people person, which he’d proven at the bluntness he held as a doctor towards his patients. He’d met them all (or most) during the whole Ultron mess and that seemed like it’d be good enough.

Before heading back, he shut the door to his room and began setting up a spell of security. His cloak had been patient with him throughout the day, but when it noticed someone coming down the hall, it unclasped itself and dove down the hall to swirl around the man. With a drawn out sigh, Stephen stood up straight began following after it, taking note that it seemed to have a strange attachment to Stark.

“You’re taller than the media portrays,” Stephen claimed, because that seemed like the best place to start with the other man. “Pestering little thing,” he claimed as he eyed the cloak still fluttering about. “Feel free to shoo it.”

@tstvrk

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Mera saw the surface dweller approaching out of the corner of her eye. One hand gripped her bag tighter while the other clenched into a fist in her pocket. Up here she felt as though she was in hostile territory. As much as she wanted to be more supportive of Arthur, a lifetime of distrusting the surface world wasn’t easy to overcome. The fact he wasn’t here right now didn’t help at all.

She turned her head and silently regarded the man as he spoke. Though she couldn’t help the look of disgust on her face when he said ‘acid bath’. Was there any place the surface dwellers didn’t pollute?

“I think that I will select some water of the plain variety,” she said finally. The man might be a doctor, but she wasn’t a surface dweller and she wasn’t sure how additives would affect her abilities to control water. There was no difference between salt water and plain water, but water the surface dwellers tampered with might be different.

“Why is naive spelled backwards on this label?” she asked curiously picking up the largest bottle with that label on it. “E-vi-an? How would one pronounce that word?”

“Wise choice,” Stephen commended her as he opened the cooler to pull out a bottle of the store’s brand of water to hand to her. His eyes darted towards the water she was speaking about, confused for just a moment at the question. “Have you heard of Évian-les-Bains?” he questioned curiously.

“That water comes, supposedly, from near there,” he explained. “If you’re looking for plain water that has a good balance of PH, I’d say probably go for Voss. It’s a tad more expensive, but the water is the purest you’re more than likely going to find.”

[aethertorn-blog]

What does a scientist do when they’re stuck in a rut? Go out, even if it’s only to the local coffee shop.

Jane’s back is pressed against the wall behind her, index fingers pushing along her temples to try and draw out the answer she’s searching for. Her notebook is a mess, a page half-filled with equations while the other is littered with scribbles and drawings crossed out in her disappointment. The bridge failed the last time for a reason; what is the reason, exactly? Her equations have no fault, from what she can see, and the physics to it is nothing new either. So where, pray tell, is her work falling short? Just as the lightbulb starts humming, a chair near her screeches to life and she jolts upright — knee banging into the table with the sudden motion. “Goddam… ergh.” She’s mumbling through gritted teeth, palm rubbing at the wounded spot before she looks up to see the other equally injured party. She winces at the sight, opting to ignore tending to herself further to pick up a belonging the other dropped in the crosshairs. Coffee shop furniture: 2 - Patrons: 0. “Are you alright?” She speaks softly, hands reaching out to give the other’s item over. “The furniture in here puts up a pretty good fight.”

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Stephen had meant to pick up a cup of coffee and then head straight back to the Sanctum. However, it’d been awhile since he’d gotten a chance at some alone time and while work did wait for him back home, he figured it’d be okay to procrastinate for a short time. As he worked his way around the small cafe to grab himself a spot and maybe take advantage of the free wifi and check out a few reports he’d been meaning to, he was caught by surprise by the sudden jerk of another patron.

Stumbling ever so to avoid the man who had abruptly pulled his seat out as if he didn’t see Stephen at all, he quickly turned and bumped his hip into a nearby table, dropping the book with the reports tucked away in it. 

He winced slightly, rubbing at the surely bruised spot on his side. Just about to grab his book before the young lady who seemed to have been as surprised as he was grabbed it for him. “Yes, yes, I’ll be fine. A bruise won’t kill me, I’m sure,” he reckoned. “Thank you,” he said as he took the book from her. “Are you alright?”

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One of Stephen’s favorite things about working independently was avoiding the paperwork. He was never blamed for anything damaged when he was taking down villains, and he certainly wasn’t blasted on the news on whether or not the government was losing control because he was running around. Of course, that all changed after the registration. Now, he had responsibilities, and maybe even more since joining the little band of Avengers. 

Papers on his latest arrest in hand, he walked through the very confusing halls of the base, trying to find where exactly he’d been told to drop this off. His cape lifted and tugged him back to go down the hall he’d passed by. Stephen reckoned the cape only chose that way because Stephen himself hadn’t. As he wrestled with resisting the cape’s non-verbal order, he nearly ran right into someone, only just barely catching himself on his heel. 

“My apologies,” he began before his cape began lifting to peek around him at the young woman. He smacked it back down before offering the woman a smile. “You wouldn’t happen to know where processing is?”

@owracle

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Mera had explored the surface world several times with Arthur.  It helped having him there to answer questions.  As well as just in general enjoying his company.  Well, she more than just enjoyed his company, in fact, she had found herself missing his company.  Nothing and nobody in Atlantis could fill the Arthur shaped hole in her day or, it seemed, distract her from the ache of it any longer.

When she decided to visit the surface world she first discussed it with Vulko.  The kingdoms were currently stable and he was confident he could manage in her absence.  Prior to leaving she checked Arthur’s location and remembered to grab a bag of gold coins that she could use for currency on the surface world.

Once on the surface world she first located a shop that was willing to trade her some of the paper the surface world uses as currency for a few of the coins she had.  Then she found another shop where she could get some clothes and a nice bag to put her Atlantean clothes in as well as something called a wallet for her currency.

Mera checked the tracking device for Arthur’s location and began walking toward him.  The surface world’s cities were still so fascinating to her.  She walked by another shop that seemed to have food in various small packages and drinks in glass cases as well.  Walking around on the surface made her quite thirsty.  She quickly discovered that without Arthur to answer questions, she quickly became confused.  The only thing she knew was that she wanted nothing to do with bottled monster blood or whatever parts of a monster they put in the strange metal bottles.

She ran a hand through her hair and frowned at the beverages.  Why did there have to be so many?  There were a dozen varieties of water alone.  What was a cherry?  What did diet mean?  What mountain’s dew was bright green and bubbly and why would anyone drink that?

Normally, Wong did the shopping. After finding out the hard way that Stephen had survived on hospital food, five-star restaurants, and tv dinners before him, he was banned from going grocery shopping. However, as a protest in a small form over Stephen joining the Avengers and leaving for a few days to set-up his room in the compound, Wong had gotten rid of all of Stephen’s favorites. 

After picking up a few things and dropping them off, he once again left to go to the small corner store nearby to grab what the other store didn’t have. With a few snacks (hardly healthy ones) packed in his basket, he walked over to the coolers for his mineral water.

The striking red hair was distracting as he turned to step away. He noticed her taking in the many choices in the cooler and for some reason, decided he might step-in with some assistance. “If it’s water you’re looking for, might I suggest as a doctor to take the electrolyte path, or these mineral waters really aren’t bad. Soda wise, do yourself a favor and stray from the diet selections, unless you’re wanting to give your teeth an acid bath,” he reckoned. 

[strangemischief]

Tony: Why does everyone always assume the worst of me?

Stephen: It saves time.

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@tstvrk

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h e lll oooo. I’m not very good at this, but here we go.

I’m Chris and I’ll be playing the strangest of strange: Doctor Strange! 

My boy is a mix of MCU and comics because I like picking a bit from each. 

I’m pretty wide-open plot-wise. I’m looking for all connections. So, if you want to base their relationship off what they had in the movies, or comics, or you think Stephen might be a good fit for any connections (platonic, hate, romantic) you have been wanting, then I’m most definitely down.

I completed his stats which is located: HERE. Feel free to read that and then we can figure something out. :D I’m super excited to be here and I hope I make a good fit for the group.