@thegood-fiight asked: Something happened. It was a perfect understatement but something happened. She was falling and then she hit pavement, the wind being knocked out of her and making her gasp and cough. Yeah, that fall could’ve killed her. Moving to sit up, she’s shouted at by some rather heavily armored men to ‘don’t move’ before a cloaked figure parted the crowd towards her. Everything felt off, and taking a look around, this. This was not the capital wasteland.
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Stephen would have called it a run-of-the-mill fight, if there were any such thing as a master of the mystic arts. He dealt with abnormal for a living, and as such, he had come to expect when things didn’t go exactly as planned. One could never really be too careful when it came to spellwork, especially in the midst of battle, but Strange liked to think himself a practiced sorcerer, having taken to magic as he had taken to surgery. He didn’t often make mistakes, and the being the had chosen to invade their dimension didn’t pose much of a threat. Though nothing could be considered normal about Stephen’s new job, in theory, nothing should have gone wrong.
It was the tail end of the altercation that things shifted. A banishment spell that Stephen had cast on the hostile creature must have reacted poorly to the magic it had decided to hurl at him. A bright flash of light, a rift ripped open in the air to a grey, barren world, and then another blinding flash before everything settled again. The creature had disappeared, much to Stephen’s delight, but there was definitely another problem that was becoming more readily apparent.
A woman. Fairly young, and entirely out of place, thrown from the rift into the center of the street.
The S.H.I.E.L.D agents that had been sent as a response to the extradimensional interloper were quick to descend on the defenseless stranger, definitely out of sorts from whatever magic had brought her to them. She had looked around with wide, confused eyes before Stephen had pushed his way through the circle of armed men and women to approach her.
Stephen was quick to crouch in front of her, closer to eye level where she sat on the ground. His gaze reflected his own confusion and worry. “Are you alright?” was the first question out of his mouth, his more immediate concern.
