A simple morning.
It was done. I figured it out, somehow. It probably wasn't the best solution, yet it was the one he had for now. He couldn't have risked it, he couldn't have waited anymore so he sacrificed before losing his strength to do so. No more magic, no more connection to any esoteric realms. Strange was the supreme sorcerer only by title since now a little less than 2 hours. It took all night, all night of rituals to seal his powers in a safe place because that was his solution, extract everything but not delete it. He made up a spell for that, which was a freaking genius move from him. New spells weren't easy. But at least now, his soul was safe, the curse had nothing to hold to anymore. Old spells and charms were now linked to the pocket dimension he created, nourishing from the magic he put there, it was enough to hold concentration spells he had done over time, the ones around the sanctums, around objects, around a few people. And just like that, even if he wasn't a practitioner of the mystic arts, Strange still had some commands on the ambient magical energies of his realm, his spell dealing with it from the pocket dimension. It was a question of time before his title would be given to someone else, but for now, it was better than just giving up his job. Only a few knew, and even fewer were supposed to know about what he just did, at least for the moment, yet he still called his friend.
Sitting down on a bench in Central Park, Strange looked tired, despite the golden apple he ate for his first breakfast, it wasn't enough to cope with everything his body was adjusting. He felt surprisingly okay with his new situation, everything was so calm, so silent. He couldn't tell if he was afraid or just relieved, probably a little bit of both. The simple fact that he had to take the subway and walk to reach this bench was confusing. With pastries and drinks on his left, he simply waited for Tony to show up, giving up after a few minutes to take a nap, almost hoping that his friend would come late.