#agntross

[mistrdctr]

@agntross cont. [x]

That's true, huh - Stephen is late to the party. Quite late, actually - and yet he apparently hasn't missed the exciting part of this evening, which means he's just managed to avoid a lot of those dull moments leading up until now. Perfect. He hums, leaning against the bar himself; He's greeted by the bartender and orders himself a Martini as well - then flicks his fingers above the shorter man's glass and fills it back up with the help of magic, just because he can.

"Oh, you know - felt bored. Wanted to check out what this was about. Got nothing better to do..." A set of brows rises on his forehead - mostly hidden by that fancy, venetian masquerade eye-mask he wears, accompanied by bright irises flicking over to what must be the target. A guy cheerfully chatting along, definitely trying to get into the other guests's pants, judged by the way his hand tries to linger on that thigh for a bit longer than strictly necessary.

Blinking, allowing a bit of a sceptical expression to cross his features, Stephen picks up his own glass and takes a sip - only then his attention is back on the other, accompanied by a softening face and a hint of a smirk.

"---Well, I was actually invited to this party. Didn't plan to attend, but then got to know that there's something spicy going on, apparently. So I'm here, and you're actually quite easy to spot."

That's why Stephen has put his fanciest suit on for the occasion (black jacket and pants, white shirt, black tie), in combination with said mask. He wants to be appropriately dressed for the occasion. Even though it looks like he could have gone for something more stupid, judged by all the other people around...

But, oh well.

"---Those aviators look ... uh, a little silly, by the way.", he comments, cheekily so, arching another brow as a second sip of his Martini is being taken.

[statesangriaold]

                                 𝐈'𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.                                         independent  everett ross  loved by  beta <3                                        independent  agent sangria  loved by  doe <3

[healingsorcery-a]

everett ross  ( @agntross​​ )  consulted  the doctor :   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐃𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍  go  sideways  for  Stephen.    Most  of  his  duties  consisted  on  finding  an  interdimensional  threat,    maybe  have  a  short  encounter  and  sending  it  back  where  it  came  from.    But  sometimes---  sometimes  people  who  were  not  supposed  to  be  there,    ended  up  in  the  crossfire  of  an  interdimensional  battle  and  then  EVERYTHING  went  sideways.

He  had  noticed  the  CIA  agent  had  been  following  him,    despite  the  fact  he  had  assure  him  he  could  handle  it.    From  there,    to  taking  out  interdimensional  parasite  venom  out  Ross’  back  in  a  barely  sterilized  bathroom,    he  didn’t  know  exactly  what  had  happened.    Eyes  closed  in  concentration,   as  warm  tendrils  of  orange  magic  work  to  rid  the  venom  from  his  body,    he  hummed  an  old  tune,    not  unlike  the  ones  he  used  to  focused  on  when  he  made  a  medical  procedure.

Once  he  was  done,    he  announced  it  to  his  patient  “ All  done---  Now,    I  don’t  want  to  be  the  guy  to  tell  you  I  told  you  so,     but  I  did  told  you  so ”  he  sighed;    it  used  to  be  so  much  fun  when  he  was  younger  “ Next  time,    if  I  tell  you  I  got  it  covered,    please  listen?    I  know  you’ve  seen  much  more  than  most  of  your  peers,   Agent  Ross,  but  you’re  out  of  your  depth  here ”

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   ( no longer accepting )

[brainwranglertm-a]

                                 HER    BACK    PRESSED    HARSHLY    ONTO    A    STORAGE    UNIT,    ,    her    arm    held    tightly    by    her    other    hand    ,    ,    blood    pouring    from    a    DEEP    WOUND    ,    ,    hues    shaking    as    they    moved    up    the    body    of    the    man    who    approached    her    (    this    was    supposed    to    be    an    easy    job    )    IT    NEVER    COULD    BE    ,    ,    not    for    the    doctor    ,    ,    she    had    been    working    with    these    criminals    for    months    only    to    be    STABBED    when    the    agents    came    around    (    she    felt    a    breakthrough    coming    on    )    but    now    that    was    all    lost    ,    ,    just    like    the    blood    pouring    from    her    arm    ,    ,            ❝    im    doctor    coraline    petrofsky    -    i    am    not    with    them    i    was    sent    to    see    the    guy    who    stabbed    me    to    get    information    ..    i    assume    for    you    people    ❞    she    pants    eyes    closing    ,    ,        ❝    i    am    bleeding    out    so    ...    if    i    pass    out    please    FEED    MY    CAT    ❞    / / starter for @agntross​

[ssprxmx]

@agntross​ / stepped through the portal.

❝I know you.❞ Stephen blinked and frowned a bit, studying the man before him a bit more before shaking his head. ❝No, whoops not quite like that. Certainly weren’t one of my patience at some point. Where was it?❞ He took the steps in the sanctum two at a time until he stood at the bottom of the steps and got a closer look at the man who had stumbled into his and Wong’s home. Now that he was up close and personal he realized quite quickly where he had seen the man before.

❝Right, right, Wakanda I read about you. Was that one of Stark’s confidential papers or the actual public newspaper for a change, so hard to tell now a days.❞ Waving his own words off he moved away from the man, Ross that’s the only part of the mans name he remembered from the file, and put some distance between them. ❝Of course aside from you being the first friend of Wakanda I have no idea who you are, and of course how you found the New York Sanctum and what you’re doing here.❞

Stopping aside the Cauldron of Cosmos, Stephen turned on his heel and shot the man an expectant look. ❝My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, might I have your full name?❞

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❝Finally you’re home! John, I’m bored!❞

[mistrdctr]

@agntross cont. [x]

... Whether it's a coinscidence or not that Stephen appears wherever Ross goes, that's left up for debate here; What's for certain, though, is that it has happened again and that it caused the two men to meet right here, at this New Year's eve party, filled with people of all kinds who decided that sulking in solitude wasn't an option this time.

Strange is one of them. He could have done exactly that: Stay at his Sanctum, have a drink or twelve, stare out of the window, watch everyone else being happy while he congratulates himself on having survived another year as the master of the mystic arts.

But with Everett having been around, a quick decision had been made - and here he is, leaning against the plexiglass panel in a similar fashion than the other, scarred fingers wrapped around his own glass of fizzy beverage as eyes look out into the night, waiting for the fireworks to start.

A smirk tugs on a pair of full lips at the shorter man's words; Yeah, very strange (hah!) that it has happened again, no? What an interesting coinscidence that both of them are right here, meeting each other at another party, who would've thought...

A an amused huff follows a trail of thought - perhaps Ross is onto something here, perhaps they're both perfectly aware of why things happen the way they do and yet neither of them addresses it. Maybe one day they will, who knows.

Suddenly, thoughts vanish. A moment turns into many, colorful lights errupting in the corner of his eyes as Strange turns his head to actually speak, but---

They kiss.

Just like that, the situation as a whole turns and a coinscidence changes into purpose, with the shorter one leaning up and bringing their lips close in an intimate touch. It lingers for a second or two longer than it should, perhaps, and to Stephen himself it feels as if those seconds are actually hours - yet everything is over way too soon, a warmed mouth getting hit by the cool midnight air as the skin-contact breaks away.

Happy new year, Strange - is what the other says.

And Stephen blinks, surprised, knows that his features must portray that very emotion with the way his lips are parted, brows raised, bright eyes open wide and pupils blown.

Only after what feels like another, small eternity has passed, he takes an inhale of breath, swallows; Once again, the sorcerer blinks a few times, then finally seems to manage to catch himself as his expression turns into a mixture of a smirk and a smile.

"---Happy new year, Ross." ... "...Actually, am I allowed to call you Everett now? --- You can certainly call me Stephen, please."

They've kissed, after all. That's quite a step forward, no?

Smirk widening in what is definitely both excitement and a lot of sudden nervousness, Stephen lifts both brows another time, expectant, a bit cheeky perhaps. Hoping to overplay said nervousness this way, trying to stay as suave as he possibly can.

"And, uh... may I treat you to another drink? Maybe dinner, sometime in the future?"

This could very well just lead nowhere; Maybe the other wants to leave it at that, wants to never talk about it again nor have it repeat, but... Strange at least wants to give it a try. New year, new me, such things.

[statesangriaold]

the definition of a power couple tbh

( pls don’t reblog unless u are @agntross <3 )