Can we have another part to this one? https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/816457151256133632/checked-my-phone-at-the-perfect?source=share
Sequel to one, two, three, and four.
Stephen’s hands shook a little as he stared at the door in front of them. It looked close to a perfect replica of the door the other had remembered.
“We don’t have to do this,” Tony said, tone sincere, if a little concerned. He’d said it a few times now, each time corresponding to Stephen’s own moments of weakness. Tony had said he believed Stephen, even if Stephen could see that Tony’s belief was emotional, rather than logical.
“Yes we do,” Stephen said. “I need to do this.” Of everything he’d learned while the other had been inside of him, taking over him, Stephen hadn’t learned how to fully protect himself so it could never happen again. He had to. He had to make sure this could never happen again. The people who could teach him that were just beyond this door.
Stephen took a deep breath and stepped forward to knock on the door.
It was less than a minute before the door opened to reveal a man that Stephen thought he recognized. The hair was different, but the face was that of an old friend of the other: Mordo. Suddenly, Stephen couldn’t speak, words lost to him.
“What brings you here?” Mordo asked, when Stephen didn’t speak immediately.
Stephen’s mouth felt dry and after a moment Tony stepped up to stand beside him. “We’re looking for answers,” Tony said. His chin tilted up almost defiantly. “Something—” he stopped. “Someone happened to Stephen. We want to make sure it won’t happen again.”
Hearing Tony say it, it felt almost as though Tony believed Stephen fully. Stephen knew Tony was trying to believe him, that his heart trusted Stephen—even if the other had spent months damaging that heart, ripping at that trust—even if Tony’s brain hadn’t caught up yet. Stephen didn’t blame him, not really, it sounded so… impossible.
Mordo’s brows furrowed in non-comprehension. “Someone?” he asked.
Stephen finally found his voice. “We seek the Ancient One,” Stephen said, voice steadier than he’d expected it to be. Surprise flickered across Mordo’s face, clearly he hadn’t believed they truly knew where they were. “I would prefer not to tell the story twice.”
For a moment it looked like Mordo would deny them, but it didn’t last. He opened the door wider, gesturing for them to enter.
Fear flickered in Stephen’s chest and he wasn’t sure he could move. Tony’s hand caught his, his touch warm and gentle. The touch gave Stephen what he needed to step forward Tony by his side as Mordo led them through Kamar-Taj. Tony’s breath caught the first time they saw actual magic while passing a training space, but he made no other signs that he was surprised. Stephen had explained, briefly, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to show Tony the magic himself.
Not yet.
Magic was the other’s, and if Stephen’s desperate use of it had also saved Stephen, then that just meant Stephen’s feelings on the subject were complicated.
The Ancient One’s rooms were not quite as the other had remembered them, but the tall woman who stood waiting for them, however, looked exactly as the other had remembered her. “Stephen Strange,” she said, gaze scrutinizing. “Your presence here is unexpected.”
Stephen didn’t know what he was feeling, everything in tumult. He clenched Tony’s hand so tightly he had to be hurting him, but Tony didn’t pull away. Stephen swallowed hard. “Please,” he said. His voice shook. “I need your help.”
The Ancient One waited a long, long time for someone who would understand that sometimes you have to break the rules to serve the greater good. Upon finding him, she finally passed that burden and leadership to Stephen Strange.
Wong couldn't have been the one because he had to learn the truth of it first, from Stephen's actions in Hong Kong and against Dormammu. Mordo could never have been the one because recognizing the truth of it broke him.
I was thinking that, if in 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 we will see the variants of 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗼 and the bartender and they have the same face as in the 𝑴𝑪𝑼, could it be that the 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 of the 𝑴𝑪𝑼 would have 𝗧𝗼𝗺's face 😮!?
Because if the universes are close, the variants have the same face. So... Variant of 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 in the 𝑴𝑪𝑼 played by 𝗧𝗼𝗺 "confirmed" 😎
(Let's forget about 𝗟𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱)
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Estaba pensando que, si en 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆 veremos las variantes de 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗼 y el camarero del bar y tienen la misma cara que en el 𝑼𝑪𝑴, ¿¡podría ser que el 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 del 𝑼𝑪𝑴 tendría la cara de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 😮!?
Porque si los universos están cerca, las variantes tienen la misma cara. Así que... Variante de 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 en el 𝑼𝑪𝑴 interpretado por 𝗧𝗼𝗺 "confirmado" 😎
Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.
A week before all of you were supposed to be leaving for the Bahamas, you got another call from your dad.
Well, actually, he had been calling about four times every single day since the last time you had talked to him. But neither you nor your sister had bothered picking up when he called nor had you bothered replying to his messages. And the others had slowly gotten used to just ignoring the calls as well.
However, your father had spent nearly every hour sending in a call. It was interrupting the plans, and finally you picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Y/N." Your father's voice sounded relieved. "I've been trying to contact you for two weeks now."
"I know." You sighed. "But I really don't have the energy for another fight, okay?"
"Please, I want to be there for this, I want to be there for you. You're right. My and your mother never really wanted kids, but I still love you and Y/S/N. If I could do things over again, I would. Make more time for the both of you. Maybe then when. . . when your mother passed away I would've had. . . I'm sorry Y/N. I never meant to lash out at you or Y/S/N. It's just. . . it's so painful when your soulmate dies."
He sounded truly guilty and sad and apologetic. He really did sound sincere. But still, you couldn't just forget everything. How when you needed both him and your mother the most, they were busy with something 'more important'. And afterwards. . . Y/S/N still had a scar on her shoulder blade from that.
You let out a sigh. It had been a short period of time and now years had passed in between. Everyone deserved second chances. "You can come."
Sam looked up at those words.
"But I. . . I don't know if I'll have you walk me down the aisle." You finished. "There's a lot of mending between the both of us and also Y/S/N before I let you walk me down the aisle."
"That sounds fair." Your father sounded happy that you were giving him a second chance. "Where should I go? What should I do?"
"We're having the ceremony in the Bahamas." You said. "I can-"
Tony whipped the phone out of your hand, "Hello? Mr. Y/L/N? Yes, this is Tony Stark. One of the soulmates of your absolutely gorgeous daughter."
"What are you doing?" You hissed quietly, mortified. You really hoped Tony didn't say anything rude.
"I'm more than lenient to have a private jet fly out to your nearest airport and fly you to the Bahamas and also provide your stay for free. However, the minute that Y/N gets upset with you, you're on your own and all of the expenses fall right back on your head." Tony threatened. "The plane will be there in six hours, have a nice trip."
He hung up on my dad on my phone.
Stephen just shook his head, sighing.
"That was dramatic." You said, taking your phone from him.
"At least now he'll be on his best behavior." Tony said with a smirk, drawing you into his arms. "Oh I can't wait before you're ours."
You smiled a little, pecking Tony on the lips. "The feeling is very mutual."
"Have you decided whose going to be first?" Nat asked.
"First?" You questioned, turning out of Tony's arms to face her.
"Sure." Nat said with a shrug. "I mean, with so many soulmates, you can only lose your virginity to one of them."
You blushed scarlet. Sam just stared at Nat while Stephen turned his back to her, putting a hand to his head like he was frustrated. Tony just snorted. Clint poked his head out from the vent.
"I mean, sure you're going to bond with all of them in one night, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you to start with a super solider or a God for your first." Nat explained, "You should go with someone smaller in size. Or at least, not genetically enhanced."
"Damn." Sam said, shaking his head, "Guess you're losing it to Clint first."
"Oi!" Clint protested, falling out of the vent. "Why am I the smallest?"
"It's commonly known that black males have the biggest dicks." Sam said, raising an eyebrow.
Stephen walked over to Tony, putting his hands over his ears before dragging him out of the room. You were both mortified and amused at the conversation.
"Hey." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders as Clint scoffed, "Thor, Loki, Bucky, Steve, and I are out already from being enhanced. T'Challa, Rhodey, and Fury are black. Tony and Stephen already lost it to each other. Which leaves you. The white virgin."
Clint just stared at Sam for a moment and then grinned, "Yes! I get Y/N first!"
Sam just pursed his lips.
And then the floor dropped underneath you and you landed in Stephen's arms in the elevator.
"Well, hello there." You said before kissing his cheek. "How are you?"
Stephen sighed, "My poor babies had to listen to that conversation."
Tony blushed slightly at the nickname. So did you for that matter.
You giggled. "Well thank you for protecting our ears."
You might've added 'daddy' to the end of that sentence, but you didn't want to tease him anymore than they already were. You wait until all of you were properly bonded before you started teasing them relentlessly.
Stephen, Tony, and you ended up going to the New York Sanctorum. Stephen gave you a full tour or the rather large building. You even stepped into one of the climate portals for a short amount of time, though you didn't stay for long.
It was very interesting, seeing how many magical items there were in the different glass cases.
Tony kept trying to touch stuff, being the tinkerer that he was, but Stephen kept slapping his hands away from the stuff, before finally threatening to tie them behind his back. You giggled at the playful banter.
"STRANGE!" A voice shouted through the Sanctorum.
"WONG!" Stephen shouted back in the same exact tone.
"Ah, there you are." Wong said, climbing the stairs. Wong was descended from Tibetan Monks, which I found fascinating. Especially as Tibet was hidden from the world as China tried to pretend there was no Tibet.
China refuses to acknowledge the three T's: Taiwan, Tibet, and Tiananmen Square. They like to pretend that Taiwan and Tibet are still under their rule. And then also like to pretend that the Tiananmen Square massacre never took place.
"I was hoping that you could come to Kamar-Taj and assist with the training of some new recruits." Wong said, glancing over to us, looking apologetic.
"Yes, of course." Stephen said. "Tony, Y/N, would you like to come and visit?"
"Sure." Tony said.
"Um, if you don't think we'd be intruding." You said.
"Not at all." Wong said.
"Where is Kamar-Taj?" You asked as they led you down the stairs to where Stephen had shown the Sanctorum's connected with the others. Wong started to open up the one into Kamar-Taj.
"Tibet." He answered.
Ah, of course. Made sense.
Once you stepped through the portal, Stephen and Wong led the way up another flight of stairs and through some dim hallways lit with torches until you reached a courtyard like area. There were several rows of students there to learn. Wong, Stephen, and another female teacher quickly spread out amongst the others.
You and Tony quickly sat out of the way next to each other. He wrapped his arms around you as the two of you watched Stephen teach.
"He's so bloody handsome." You muttered.
"Isn't he just?" Tony sighed wistfully. "Hey, are you sure that you're okay with your dad coming to your wedding ceremony?"
You were silent for a moment and then replied with, "I thought it would be fair to give him a second chance. If he screws up, well we weren't exactly rich so it'll certainly be a bit of a pain in the ass for him if he, you know, screws up. I don't know. I'm more afraid for Y/S/N being around my father. She was the one who was more involved in his bad period because she was home more. I don't know though. . . I haven't had my soulmates for more than a year yet. And he and my mother were married for a pretty long time before she passed away."
"How did she die?" Tony asked softly.
"She was at one of those parades, I don't even remember what it was for. Some guy drove his semi truck through with the intent to kill. She just happened to be one of those victims."
"Sorry." Tony said softly.
"What about you? Parents, I mean?" You questioned.
"I grew up thinking they died in a car crash. Turns out HYDRA sent Barnes after them because my father had something they wanted. Super soldier serum vials I think. Bucky killed them."
"How can you stand behind in the same room as him?" You questioned.
"Well, it took a bit of self control and listening. But I knew it was HYDRA in his head, not him himself. Eventually I forgave him. He had been beating himself up over it for so long. The Bucky Steve knew, the one you know, he wouldn't hurt a fly. It's a good thing Shuri was able to help him."
You nodded, "Good. It's already pretty awkward between Loki and Phil."
"Ah well, the difference there is Loki actually killed Coulson." Tony said. "Although admittedly, he was also being mind manipulated by an alien so there's some leniency."
You were quiet for a moment, "You don't think it was a mistake? Inviting my dad?"
"No." Tony said quietly as we watched Stephen create a glowing sword down below us. "My father was also fairly absent in my life. I wish I could've given him a second chest."
You turned your body so that you could hug him from the front.
A few moments later, you heard Stephen's voice behind you, "Well don't you two just look adorable."
You turned to see him standing there, sliding his sling ring off his finger and into his pocket. You got to your feet, barreling into him for a hug. Stephen wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "Hey there sweetheart. Ready to head home?"
You nodded. You heard Stephen call out a good-bye to Wong before the three of you headed back to New York.
Upon walking back up the stairs though, Stephen flung an arm out to stop you from walking. He moved slightly to hide you.
Peeking around him, you saw a slightly handsome African American man standing there.
"Mordo, what are you doing here?" Stephen questioned. You noticed his sling ring was back on his finger. Tony had his Iron repulsor gloves on, hands raised slightly if he needed to shoot.
The man that Stephen had called Mordo crossed his arms over his chest, "You know what I'm here for, Stephen."
"And you won't get-" Stephen said firmly.
"I wasn't asking." Mordo said, shaking his head, pulling out an electric sword.
"Tony get her out." Stephen said, taking up a defensive position almost immediately as Mordo charged.
"Stephen!" You shouted as Tony wrapped an arm around your waist, kicking off to go through the glass ceiling. However, all that happened was you ended up flying through a portal which put the both of you in front of Mordo. Tony quickly shoved you out of the way.
You went sprawling across the marble floor as he ducked one of the swings of Mordo's sword. Stephen lashed out with a glowing whip as you scrambled to your feet.
You were quick in pulling out your phone.
Y/N 🥖: SOS Sanctorum. Angry Wizard
God 1 🔨🌩: On our way
God 2 💚: Portal out
Thor suddenly smashed through the front doors, sending a streaking bolt of lightning towards the dark skinned wizard. He deflected rather quickly and you dropped to the floor to avoid being electrocuted.
Steve and Bucky were next through the doors. Steve threw his shield, which got deflected by a mirror. Steve quickly ducked to avoid being decapitated by his own shield.
Bucky didn't dare start shooting, instead trying to get to you. But Mordo portaled him to who knew where.
"Bucky!" You shouted as the portal closed up.
A few other wizards started to jump down, fighting against the others.
Suddenly, you felt a cold feeling wash over you. "Shh, not a sound." Loki's voice whispered in your ear, "I'm cloaking you. We're invisible. Start making your way towards the door."
You couldn't see Loki and you had to assume that he was right there with you as you started to walk towards the door. You hoped Bucky was safe, wherever he was, and you hoped that the others would get out of this okay.
"Where'd she go?" Mordo shouted.
Was he after you? Why?
"Faster." Loki's voice was urgent in your voice and you started running, hoping that you weren't making any noise as you did so.
The doors slammed shut right before you could've gotten out of them and you heard Loki curse.
You reached around blindly, grabbing his hand, starting to drag him back towards where Stephen and Tony were still fighting Mordo. He tugged on your hand, trying to get you to slow down.
Steve and Nat were fighting another four wizards, while Thor was slowly but surely taking down the six that were against him.
You dragged Loki carefully, but quickly past Stephen and Tony, back down the stairs. Loki sped up once he realized that you had an escape plan in line. You quickly opened up the door to Kamar-Taj and stepped through.
Loki lifted the spell immediately and you could see him there. He had a slight scratch across one of his cheeks, but though it was red, it wasn't bleeding.
He gripped your hand tighter as the two of you ran through the building. "Wong?" You shouted. "Wong?"
Wong approached very soon, "Y/N?" He stopped short upon seeing Loki, "Where's Stephen and Tony?"
"They're back in the New York Sanctorum with Thor and Steve. Mordo is attacking them but he brought a few Wizards with him and Stephen is the only magician there." You explained through quick puffs of breath.
Wong nodded, "I need you two to stay here." He called out to a few wizards who all got ready, lifting off a bunch of staffs that you assumed were something like Mordo's glowing lightsaber stick thing and Wong hurried the way the two of you had come.
He left a few other wizards there for your protection in case their was another onslaught of fighters. You weren't sure if that was normal, but you felt to sick with worry to care about it.
"Are you alright?" Loki asked as he led you to an area so that the two of you could sit down.
"Physically." You answered, "But where did he send Bucky!? What if. . . what if sent him to a volcano or the middle of the ocean!? What if-" Your voice choked off at the end and you crumpled forward to cry into Loki's shoulder.
"It's alright Y/N, it's okay. You'd know if Bucky was in danger." Loki said softly. "The fact that there is nothing happening to your soulmate bond that is linked to him means that he is not feeling any pain, nor is he dead. Those are both good things."
You nodded as your tears subsided. "No pain and no death."
"Exactly."
"The others will be okay, right?" You asked, needing reassurance.
"I'm sure. They managed to survive everything else before."
"Why did he want me?"
"I have no idea. Probably because he would see you as. . . a way to get to Stephen." Loki explained. "I'm afraid having the Avengers as soulmates is going to put a rather large target on your back my Queen. But we'll protect you with everything we have."
You kissed Loki's cheek before settling into his arms while you waited. It seemed like an eternity, but only fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later, Wong came back with his group, Stephen, Tony, Steve, Thor, and Nat following behind.
You leapt to your feet, rushing over to Stephen. "Are you okay. You're bleeding. Can you find Bucky? Everyone's okay, right?"
Your questions were rushed as you grabbed a tissue and started dabbing at the cut lines along Stephen's cheek.
"He bleeds all the time." Tony sighed, "It's his trademark to come back from a fight with at least three bloody scratches on his face."
Your lips twitched a little while Stephen rolled his eyes. "Everyone's alright Y/N. And it will take some time, but I think with the help of FRIDAY and a few magic tricks, we should be able to find Bucky within an hour of two. Depends on where he ended up."
You nodded frantically as you finished dabbing at Stephen's scratches.
Steve looked absolutely terrible. He wasn't hurt, but it was obvious that Bucky disappearing had done a number on him. You attended him next, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. He hugged you back, almost as tightly.
"We'll find him Steve." You murmured. "He's going to be okay."
Steve just nodded, his cheek brushing with yours as he did so.
Stephen ushered all of you back to the Sanctorum before portaling you all back to Avengers tower. Once there, Tony got to work on using FRIDAY to see if she could use all of the cameras in the world to help narrow down potential spots that Bucky might be.
While that was happening, Pietro had called the girl named Makkari, and they both decided to run around their respective hemispheres and see if they could locate Bucky and help save time.
You felt utterly useless, sitting on the couch next to Rhodey who had an arm around your shoulder, fingers softly moving up and down your arm in a comforting motion.
Your leg kept bouncing up and down in anxiety before Clint finally pulled you up off the couch to take you to the kitchen.
"I can't eat, I feel sick." You muttered.
"Well, you're going to have to eat." Clint said. "Buck will be fine, you'll see. Now eat, it wouldn't do to get sick before our wedding now, would it?"
You managed a small smile with Clint's enthusiasm and persistence. "I just. . . sometimes I wish I could locate where my soulmates were."
"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Clint asked, moving around the kitchen and then pausing, "I don't actually really know how to make anything so. . ."
You giggled, feeling just a little bit lighter. Maybe Clint was just trying to distract you, but it was working.
"We should make dinner for everyone." You decided.
"But that's like forty people." Clint said. "We should just order pizza."
You rolled your eyes, "I actually already had preparations ready for dinner for tonight."
You opened up the refrigerator, pulling out several large, blue glass bowls with plastic wrap over them.
"Oh? What are you making?" Clint asked in interest as you started to preheat the oven and undo the plastic wrap.
