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a/n
[ manip gif not mine, it was
made by maddy winkel 💕 ]

                              
WARNING: mentions of 
sexual behaviour and cursing

                              
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TWENTY-SIX
𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳
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STEPHEN STRANGE AWOKE to the sound of
pure silence and he smiled, for once in his life everything felt entirely still. He was usually a man who liked to  chase adventure, got his high from the adrenaline that came with doing something dangerous. 
                              
Though, that part of him felt like it died a long time again and it was now that he was finally glad it did. The grey-brown haired man turned over in his sheets, a smile graced his facial features as he saw who lay beside him, still asleep. 
                              
Darkness descended on the room, lights swirled in front his vision and she was snatched away from him without a blink of an eye. He heard her screams echo into the distance through his mind, scorching his mind.
                              
Then he awoke for real, his forehead glistened, he shot up in bed. The only sound was the exaggerated pants of his own breathing which dropped a little once he saw the woman beside him. She was fast asleep, he smiled as she lay peacefully.
                              
He didn't wish to awaken her as he crept out the sheets, making his way slowly to the kitchen. Orange light shone down onto the kitchen exterior and into his eyes, the brightness shocked him, making him realise that it was only the early hours of the morning.
                              
Then he began his usual morning routine, something he'd had to adapt over the short years, crafting his way around tight-spaced beds and run-down hotels. 
Throughout all of it, he never failed to have a trusty book by his side. He was rarely seen without one on most days. The Sorcerer wanted to gather as much information as his brain possibly could, which seemed to be a lot because no matter what he read, there was always space for more information - trivial or not.
                              
Though, he'd only just noticed it was a repetition that gave him comfort, perhaps the only mundane reoccurrence in his life. He grabbed himself a large mug to begin the brew of herbal tea which he would then use to sit on one of the chairs and participate in the comfort read he adored so much. This time however, he finished quickly, being done with the book in only mere minutes. 
                              
Stephen took another cup, filling it with a darker liquid this time, he carried it gently back to the room and opened the door softly. There he found that Wanda Maximoff was already sitting up in bed, just arising from her own sleep.