Bruce looked up at the building before him. The plaque beside the door read 177A Bleecker Street, he knew he was in the right place. But everything felt so unfamiliar. He couldn’t decide whether it was the city’s endless night, the glow from the dome above, or the fact that last time he had entered he had entered through the roof... but he felt nervous, as though he was about to enter a building he had never set foot in before, meet somebody he had never met. Strange had been good to him, taken him in, clothed him, listened to him ramble about Thanos. Hell, without Strange he wasn’t sure when he would have reconnected with Tony, he had been the one to bring them together again. He owed him so much, but right now he was hoping an apology would suffice. He didn’t know whether ringing the doorbell would be smart, there was a knocker too but did anybody actually use those? “Uh... Doctor Strange? Stephen Strange?” He called into the air, there was nobody else around to watch him embarrass himself. “Are- are you home? It’s Dr Banner... Bruce...” @makesmestrange
