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Your feet carry you elegantly and quickly over the floor, barely making a noise.
You come up behind your target, jumping and turning around your own axis to land a kick against the robot's head. Just as it's head rips off the body another one shoots it's lasers, and as you land on the floor again you throw up your arms, palms up, and a black wall shoots out of the ground, absorbing the energy of the lasers.
Quickly your stretch out one of your palms, sending a beam of darkness from the wall in front of you, wich impales the last robot, ripping out it's most important cables.

The lights of the robot dim and it slightly dips forward as it is out of energy.

The wall in front of you falls like water, disappearing back into the ground. With a glance down you can see the blackness disappearing back into the shadow beneath you.

Clapping makes you look up again.
"Awesome work, (n/n)!" Hawkeye grins at you.
You chuckle amusedly.

"Thanks Clint. Always a pleasure beating targets. And Tony needs some work anyways as his many parties lately prove." you joke, walking over to where the archer is standing, leaning against the doorway.

Yes, you are a member of the Avengers. It's awesome, working with worlds mightiest heroes. You have met gods, aliens, even monsters... like the one time where you worked alongside Blade to fight THE Dracula and his Vampires. It was insane.

Other heroes you just heard about though. Like Nightmask or Blackbolt, the leader of the Inhumans. And the one who makes you the most curious.
Doctor Stephen Strange. The sorcerer Supreme.

Others, like Tony, have a hard time believing in magic. But you, able to control shadows, you are quite sure magic exists. If abilities like yours exist, why wouldn't magic?

"Hey, after last night, don't act like you don't enjoy those parties." Clint claps your back amusedly.
"Never said I didn't." you laugh as you leave the room.

You make your way over to the elevator, stepping in as the doors open, and push the button to the floor your room is on. Once on the right floor you take off your uniform, all pitch black, fabric woven out of shadows.
You undo the buckles wich hold the upper part around your chest, then unknot the band around your hip wich resembles a belt before slipping out of your boots and then the rest of your clothing. Then in the shower you wash off the sweat and blood from the few scratches where you weren't able to dodge.

About half an hour later you are dry and dressed in comfortable every-day clothes. Sweatpants and a shirt you sneaked out of Tony's wardrobe.
'Serj Tankian' is written broadly over your chest, and as you walk into the living room where a few of the others are chatting away, Tony gives you a thumbs up at your chosen clothes, then goes back to sipping his scotch and talking with FRIDAY, waving his hands through the air to move the pictures on the projected desktop.

By now Clint is sitting in front of the TV with Thor, battling against each other on one of Tony's selfmade versions of the PlayStation. It is able to support every Game, no matter if xBox, playstation or PC.

Though you walk over to join Wanda and Natasha at the table.
"Hey (y/n)." both greet you, both smiling, though Wanda's is more prominent.
"Hey, how's it going? What are you talking about?" you ask as you flop down on a chair, making yourself comfortable.

"We're betting over what Fury wants to talk about. He sent a message that we should have a video call with him in about 20 minutes. Appearantly it's about safety precautions for threats." Widow replies. You can tell she was fighting an eyeroll.
"For threats? And all the things we fight every day aren't threats?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Appearantly." Wanda lets out a snort of amusement.
"Did he give any hints on what those precautions are?"
"I think we might talk about new weapons, or maybe even other heroes if we have them on our side if it is needed."
"Oh...?" you humm, elbow on the table so you can rest your chin in your hand.
They both nod, but go on to a different subject.

20 minutes later the whole team is in one of Tony's labs, a huge screen against the wall.
You are standing beside Scott, whispering jokes at each other, when finally Nick Fury appears on the screen.
"Avengers." he greets with a nod.
Everyone greets back, from an "Ay" from Thor, a "Director." from Natasha and Clint, and an "'sup." from you.
"I'm gonna make myself clear and I'll make this short. We need safety measures for emergencies. Now that we all know there are stronger things out there waiting to attack us, we need plans so we are ready when it happens." He starts.

"There are others out there. Talents and many of them are known to you. We need them on our side when we need them, and we can't waste time talking to them when that day comes. We need to get this cleared out now. I've sent agents to some of them, but the strongest ones I want you to talk to. I will send you names and adresses where they live or where you can find them for the timebeing."
Right then everyone's phone beeps, and you take your's out. And yes, just like he said, there is a list of names. You look back up again though.
"It would be best if you go in small groups." he says before he ends the call with another nod.

Looking back at your phone you read some names.

'Blue Marvel, Adam Brashear; Kadesh'

'Captain Universe, Tamara Devoux; New York City'

'Doctor Stephen Strange; Greenwich Village, Manhattan'

'Genis-Vell; Venus'

"Okay, we're gonna need a Spaceship for the last one... I could modify the Quinjet." mumbles Tony.
"I wanna go talk to Doctor Strange!" you exclaim eagerly. He is your role model. Your 'hero' if you want to be cliché.
The others chuckle.
"Someone's eager. Usually everyone would freak at the chance to go to a different planet." Sam states with a grin.
"Alright. Let's decide on the groups. Thor and Tony definately should talk to Genis-Vell."
"Maybe it would be a good idea for me to join them too." Vision adds in his gentle, gentlemanly voice.

"Team Blue Marvel: Natasha, Wanda and Sam. Team Universe: Clint and Banner. Team Strange: Scott, Cap and (Y/n). Team Genis: My awesome self, Thor and Vision."

Everyone nods at that, then leaves the room.

"I'll put on something proper before we'll leave." you say and then hurry off to your room to quickly change into tight jeans and a tank-top with a leather jacket.
Once you're ready you meet Steve and Scott at the door.
"Ready!" you cry out.

"Should we drive or take the quick way?" you ask them.
"Let's drive. I've wanted to use one of Tony's cars!" Scott replies eagerly and the three of you make your way to the garage.

Looking around you sigh. "Jeez...does he just have cars with two seats?"
"Let's just take an Audi then. I wanted to take the Bugatti, but we can't make Cap sit on the roof."
You laugh at that, punching his shoulder. "How very kind of you, Scott."
"I am a sweetheart." he replies, laughing too.

The three of you get into a car, you sitting in the back. You don't really mind as it means you'll have more space.
Then you are speeding off, driving through the busy streets.
Upon arrival your mouth falls open. The Sanctum Sanctorum. You knew it was amazing, but you've never imagined this. It's an old mansion, and you can practically FEEL the energy coming from it.

You step out of the parked car, and both men are just as stunned.
"That's it? That's Strange's house?" Scott pipes up from beside you.
"Yeah, the Sanctum Sanctorum." you reply. "I've never seen it, and I knew it's impressive, but I never pictured it that awesome."
You walk up to the doorstep, and before you could knock the huge door opens.
Blinking, you hesitantly step in, taking a look around the large entry hall. On the floor is an old but appearantly expensive carpet, and the walls are decorated with paintings and different objects. There are little tables beside a few doors with ancient vases on them, some holding unknown kinds of flowers, others are closed.
The hall is dimmly lit from chandeliers, not quite reaching the corners, but sending out warm lights.

You can hear Steve's and Scott's footsteps behind you, but your attention moves forward as you can feel someone in the shadows coming from a dark room.

"Welcome." The voice is deep. "Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum."
The figure steps out of the shadows. Long feet carry him closer with confident strides.
"Doctor Strange. I am-"
"Steve Rogers, or Captain America." Strange finishes for him. "I know, I was awaiting you."
You can hear knowledge in his voice. Knowledge of centuries, you can hear his confidence, and you are quite sure, also a rather big ego.
He is wearing a saphire blue robe. The sleeves have small golden symbols sewed into them, and just like you, he uses fabric for a belt, though his is yellow, both ends tangling down on one side of his hip. And on his back there is a crimson cloak, almost reaching down to the floor.
His hair is black, combed back neatly, and rather long for a man.

His gaze moves from Steve to Scott.
"Scott Lang. Rather known as Ant-man." He shakes his hand, holding it in a firm grasp. When he lets go he moves on to you, taking your hand. His touch sends sparks through your entire body.

"(y/n)...also known as Shadow Angel." Wise eyes are intently fixed on yours, and you are too stunned to reply. He lifts your hand up to kiss it, then he gently lets go.

Such a charmer.

You can tell how awkward Steve is, and how amused Scott. You don't care though. But too soon, Strange moves his attention back to the whole group.

"I assume you are here for a reason." he speaks, starting to walk, and the three of you automatically follow. You glance at Scott as you feel his elbow jabbing into your side, rolling your eyes at his smug grin.
You step into a room, the light automatically turning on by itself. Again, the room is full of ancient, bizarre and extraordinary objects. And in the midst of it is a huge sofa with a wooden coffeetable in front of it.

"Please, sit. Would you like some tea?"
Scott shakes his head with a 'Nah', but both, you and Steve nod.

For about 10 minutes you are alone in the room, wich Scott of course wont let pass by in silence.
"Come on, (y/n), you were practically drooling, you can't tell me any different." he grins.
"Shut up Scooooott...." you whine, letting your head fall back in frustration. "I was just stunned. I didn't expect him to be such a gentleman. I thought he's... I dunno..."
He lets out an amused snort at that, but before he can add anything, the sorcerer enters the room again, two cups of tea floating beside him. Both gently land on the coffeetable, wich you watch with interest and amazement.

"Well? What are you here for?" he asks again, sitting down on an armchair opposite you.
"Nick Fury sent us. Appearantly he has a plan for emergencies. He is talking to every hero we know to ask them if they would help, should the Avengers not be able to fight alone." Steve finally answers, taking a sip of his tea.
For a moment he is silent, just staring at you, before he lets out a humm.
"I always need to keep an eye on other dimensions. I am to keep this world safe from demons and other creatures coming from different planes. But I will help whenever I can." Never do his eyes move from your face as he speaks. You know he is studying you, trying to find out everything.

Though, in return you also don't remove your gaze, staring right back at him. He is interesting, a mystery. And that is what is drawing you to him already. And well, he is quite charming, attractive. He is tall too, and oh, do you love tall men.

"Good. I am glad we can count on you. I am sure the day will come where just the Avengers won't be enough."

Your gaze moves to his red cloak again, taking it in and studying curiously. Your gaze moves up to his broad shoulders, somewhat visible beneath it, and finally to the round talisman in the middle of his collarbones.

"The eye of Argamotto." His random words snap you out of your trance like state.
"Hmm?"
His fingers brush the outside of the talisman.
"It's the eye of Argamotto. I could feel your interest in it. It is an amulett, given to the sorerer supreme." He answers the question in your head.
"Wow...it's amazing. I've never seen anything like it. Actually I've never seen anything like most of your decoration." you reply, a bit amusedly, drawing a chuckle out of him.
"Many of these are magical objects, most of them rare. Some are the only objects existing." he explains.
"Are some of them dangerous? Aren't you worried around them?"
"Some are, indeed. Some of the vases hold creatures, even ghosts, that's why they are closed. If they are opened, these creatures would be able to flee. They are locked inside with a spell."
"Ghosts? Like...ghosts-ghosts?" your eyebrows rise high.
"Souls of dead people." he grins at your words.
"Huh." You stay silent for a moment. "What about the cloak though? Aren't you worried it could hinder you in a fight?"
"It doesn't worry me. It's the cloak of levitation, giving me the ability to fly without using magic. Very useful."

Looks sexy on him, so you definately don't mind. Even though you are for example glad Steve or Scott don't wear capes, as they have very nice asses in their suits. Not that you have ever looked. Definately no time for that...

"So awesome. It makes you fly? You control it with your mind?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that difficult when you need to concentrate on other things?" "Once you have learned how to concentrate on both and control it without much effort it is no problem at all."
"That's very impressive, Doctor."
"Please, call me Stephen." he replies with a charming smile. You can feel your cheeks heating up at that.

"Alright. It was very kind of you to answer all those questions, but we have to leave again." Steve mumbles as he gets up. Scott follows, and it takes you a moment to get up too, too caught up in staring back at Stephen again.

"Very well. Whenever you need my help, call for me." he replies, following the three of you to the door.
"Have a good day, Doctor." Steve shakes his hand and leaves.
"Was nice to meet ya, man." Scott says with a grin, practically slapping his hand into Stephen's before he shakes it, causing it to make a clapping sound.

Then you are left with the sorcerer, looking up at him, still blushing slightly. The red in your cheeks just becomes darker when again, he takes your hand in both of his to lift it to his lips. You can feel a piece of paper against your palm. He presses a gentle kiss onto the back of your hand, and you feel his neatly trimmed beard and his soft lips against your skin.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, (Y/n). I hope we will meet again, but not just to fight side by side."

He lowers your hand, but doesn't let go yet.

"I-I hope so too, Stephen."
"You also can call for me, for whatever reason."
You just nod in reply, hand enclosing around the paper and when he lets go you turn to the door, though keeping your head turned towards him for a little longer before you leave as well. The door closes behind you and you get into the car, still flushed and stunned.

You'll say it again... He is so charming.

Description
Your feet carry you elegantly and quickly over the floor, barely making a noise.
You come up behind your target, jumping and turning around your own axis to land a kick against the robot's head. Just as it's head rips off the body another one shoots it's lasers, and as you land on the floor again you throw up your arms, palms up, and a black wall shoots out of the ground, absorbing the energy of the lasers.
Quickly your stretch out one of your palms, sending a beam of darkness from the wall in front of you, wich impales the last robot, ripping out it's most important cables.

The lights of the robot dim and it slightly dips forward as it is out of energy.

The wall in front of you falls like water, disappearing back into the ground. With a glance down you can see the blackness disappearing back into the shadow beneath you.

Clapping makes you look up again.
"Awesome work, (n/n)!" Hawkeye grins at you.
You chuckle amusedly.

"Thanks Clint. Always a pleasure beating targets. And Tony needs some work anyways as his many parties lately prove." you joke, walking over to where the archer is standing, leaning against the doorway.

Yes, you are a member of the Avengers. It's awesome, working with worlds mightiest heroes. You have met gods, aliens, even monsters... like the one time where you worked alongside Blade to fight THE Dracula and his Vampires. It was insane.

Other heroes you just heard about though. Like Nightmask or Blackbolt, the leader of the Inhumans. And the one who makes you the most curious.
Doctor Stephen Strange. The sorcerer Supreme.

Others, like Tony, have a hard time believing in magic. But you, able to control shadows, you are quite sure magic exists. If abilities like yours exist, why wouldn't magic?

"Hey, after last night, don't act like you don't enjoy those parties." Clint claps your back amusedly.
"Never said I didn't." you laugh as you leave the room.

You make your way over to the elevator, stepping in as the doors open, and push the button to the floor your room is on. Once on the right floor you take off your uniform, all pitch black, fabric woven out of shadows.
You undo the buckles wich hold the upper part around your chest, then unknot the band around your hip wich resembles a belt before slipping out of your boots and then the rest of your clothing. Then in the shower you wash off the sweat and blood from the few scratches where you weren't able to dodge.

About half an hour later you are dry and dressed in comfortable every-day clothes. Sweatpants and a shirt you sneaked out of Tony's wardrobe.
'Serj Tankian' is written broadly over your chest, and as you walk into the living room where a few of the others are chatting away, Tony gives you a thumbs up at your chosen clothes, then goes back to sipping his scotch and talking with FRIDAY, waving his hands through the air to move the pictures on the projected desktop.

By now Clint is sitting in front of the TV with Thor, battling against each other on one of Tony's selfmade versions of the PlayStation. It is able to support every Game, no matter if xBox, playstation or PC.

Though you walk over to join Wanda and Natasha at the table.
"Hey (y/n)." both greet you, both smiling, though Wanda's is more prominent.
"Hey, how's it going? What are you talking about?" you ask as you flop down on a chair, making yourself comfortable.

"We're betting over what Fury wants to talk about. He sent a message that we should have a video call with him in about 20 minutes. Appearantly it's about safety precautions for threats." Widow replies. You can tell she was fighting an eyeroll.
"For threats? And all the things we fight every day aren't threats?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Appearantly." Wanda lets out a snort of amusement.
"Did he give any hints on what those precautions are?"
"I think we might talk about new weapons, or maybe even other heroes if we have them on our side if it is needed."
"Oh...?" you humm, elbow on the table so you can rest your chin in your hand.
They both nod, but go on to a different subject.

20 minutes later the whole team is in one of Tony's labs, a huge screen against the wall.
You are standing beside Scott, whispering jokes at each other, when finally Nick Fury appears on the screen.
"Avengers." he greets with a nod.
Everyone greets back, from an "Ay" from Thor, a "Director." from Natasha and Clint, and an "'sup." from you.
"I'm gonna make myself clear and I'll make this short. We need safety measures for emergencies. Now that we all know there are stronger things out there waiting to attack us, we need plans so we are ready when it happens." He starts.

"There are others out there. Talents and many of them are known to you. We need them on our side when we need them, and we can't waste time talking to them when that day comes. We need to get this cleared out now. I've sent agents to some of them, but the strongest ones I want you to talk to. I will send you names and adresses where they live or where you can find them for the timebeing."
Right then everyone's phone beeps, and you take your's out. And yes, just like he said, there is a list of names. You look back up again though.
"It would be best if you go in small groups." he says before he ends the call with another nod.

Looking back at your phone you read some names.

'Blue Marvel, Adam Brashear; Kadesh'

'Captain Universe, Tamara Devoux; New York City'

'Doctor Stephen Strange; Greenwich Village, Manhattan'

'Genis-Vell; Venus'

"Okay, we're gonna need a Spaceship for the last one... I could modify the Quinjet." mumbles Tony.
"I wanna go talk to Doctor Strange!" you exclaim eagerly. He is your role model. Your 'hero' if you want to be cliché.
The others chuckle.
"Someone's eager. Usually everyone would freak at the chance to go to a different planet." Sam states with a grin.
"Alright. Let's decide on the groups. Thor and Tony definately should talk to Genis-Vell."
"Maybe it would be a good idea for me to join them too." Vision adds in his gentle, gentlemanly voice.

"Team Blue Marvel: Natasha, Wanda and Sam. Team Universe: Clint and Banner. Team Strange: Scott, Cap and (Y/n). Team Genis: My awesome self, Thor and Vision."

Everyone nods at that, then leaves the room.

"I'll put on something proper before we'll leave." you say and then hurry off to your room to quickly change into tight jeans and a tank-top with a leather jacket.
Once you're ready you meet Steve and Scott at the door.
"Ready!" you cry out.

"Should we drive or take the quick way?" you ask them.
"Let's drive. I've wanted to use one of Tony's cars!" Scott replies eagerly and the three of you make your way to the garage.

Looking around you sigh. "Jeez...does he just have cars with two seats?"
"Let's just take an Audi then. I wanted to take the Bugatti, but we can't make Cap sit on the roof."
You laugh at that, punching his shoulder. "How very kind of you, Scott."
"I am a sweetheart." he replies, laughing too.

The three of you get into a car, you sitting in the back. You don't really mind as it means you'll have more space.
Then you are speeding off, driving through the busy streets.
Upon arrival your mouth falls open. The Sanctum Sanctorum. You knew it was amazing, but you've never imagined this. It's an old mansion, and you can practically FEEL the energy coming from it.

You step out of the parked car, and both men are just as stunned.
"That's it? That's Strange's house?" Scott pipes up from beside you.
"Yeah, the Sanctum Sanctorum." you reply. "I've never seen it, and I knew it's impressive, but I never pictured it that awesome."
You walk up to the doorstep, and before you could knock the huge door opens.
Blinking, you hesitantly step in, taking a look around the large entry hall. On the floor is an old but appearantly expensive carpet, and the walls are decorated with paintings and different objects. There are little tables beside a few doors with ancient vases on them, some holding unknown kinds of flowers, others are closed.
The hall is dimmly lit from chandeliers, not quite reaching the corners, but sending out warm lights.

You can hear Steve's and Scott's footsteps behind you, but your attention moves forward as you can feel someone in the shadows coming from a dark room.

"Welcome." The voice is deep. "Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum."
The figure steps out of the shadows. Long feet carry him closer with confident strides.
"Doctor Strange. I am-"
"Steve Rogers, or Captain America." Strange finishes for him. "I know, I was awaiting you."
You can hear knowledge in his voice. Knowledge of centuries, you can hear his confidence, and you are quite sure, also a rather big ego.
He is wearing a saphire blue robe. The sleeves have small golden symbols sewed into them, and just like you, he uses fabric for a belt, though his is yellow, both ends tangling down on one side of his hip. And on his back there is a crimson cloak, almost reaching down to the floor.
His hair is black, combed back neatly, and rather long for a man.

His gaze moves from Steve to Scott.
"Scott Lang. Rather known as Ant-man." He shakes his hand, holding it in a firm grasp. When he lets go he moves on to you, taking your hand. His touch sends sparks through your entire body.

"(y/n)...also known as Shadow Angel." Wise eyes are intently fixed on yours, and you are too stunned to reply. He lifts your hand up to kiss it, then he gently lets go.

Such a charmer.

You can tell how awkward Steve is, and how amused Scott. You don't care though. But too soon, Strange moves his attention back to the whole group.

"I assume you are here for a reason." he speaks, starting to walk, and the three of you automatically follow. You glance at Scott as you feel his elbow jabbing into your side, rolling your eyes at his smug grin.
You step into a room, the light automatically turning on by itself. Again, the room is full of ancient, bizarre and extraordinary objects. And in the midst of it is a huge sofa with a wooden coffeetable in front of it.

"Please, sit. Would you like some tea?"
Scott shakes his head with a 'Nah', but both, you and Steve nod.

For about 10 minutes you are alone in the room, wich Scott of course wont let pass by in silence.
"Come on, (y/n), you were practically drooling, you can't tell me any different." he grins.
"Shut up Scooooott...." you whine, letting your head fall back in frustration. "I was just stunned. I didn't expect him to be such a gentleman. I thought he's... I dunno..."
He lets out an amused snort at that, but before he can add anything, the sorcerer enters the room again, two cups of tea floating beside him. Both gently land on the coffeetable, wich you watch with interest and amazement.

"Well? What are you here for?" he asks again, sitting down on an armchair opposite you.
"Nick Fury sent us. Appearantly he has a plan for emergencies. He is talking to every hero we know to ask them if they would help, should the Avengers not be able to fight alone." Steve finally answers, taking a sip of his tea.
For a moment he is silent, just staring at you, before he lets out a humm.
"I always need to keep an eye on other dimensions. I am to keep this world safe from demons and other creatures coming from different planes. But I will help whenever I can." Never do his eyes move from your face as he speaks. You know he is studying you, trying to find out everything.

Though, in return you also don't remove your gaze, staring right back at him. He is interesting, a mystery. And that is what is drawing you to him already. And well, he is quite charming, attractive. He is tall too, and oh, do you love tall men.

"Good. I am glad we can count on you. I am sure the day will come where just the Avengers won't be enough."

Your gaze moves to his red cloak again, taking it in and studying curiously. Your gaze moves up to his broad shoulders, somewhat visible beneath it, and finally to the round talisman in the middle of his collarbones.

"The eye of Argamotto." His random words snap you out of your trance like state.
"Hmm?"
His fingers brush the outside of the talisman.
"It's the eye of Argamotto. I could feel your interest in it. It is an amulett, given to the sorerer supreme." He answers the question in your head.
"Wow...it's amazing. I've never seen anything like it. Actually I've never seen anything like most of your decoration." you reply, a bit amusedly, drawing a chuckle out of him.
"Many of these are magical objects, most of them rare. Some are the only objects existing." he explains.
"Are some of them dangerous? Aren't you worried around them?"
"Some are, indeed. Some of the vases hold creatures, even ghosts, that's why they are closed. If they are opened, these creatures would be able to flee. They are locked inside with a spell."
"Ghosts? Like...ghosts-ghosts?" your eyebrows rise high.
"Souls of dead people." he grins at your words.
"Huh." You stay silent for a moment. "What about the cloak though? Aren't you worried it could hinder you in a fight?"
"It doesn't worry me. It's the cloak of levitation, giving me the ability to fly without using magic. Very useful."

Looks sexy on him, so you definately don't mind. Even though you are for example glad Steve or Scott don't wear capes, as they have very nice asses in their suits. Not that you have ever looked. Definately no time for that...

"So awesome. It makes you fly? You control it with your mind?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that difficult when you need to concentrate on other things?" "Once you have learned how to concentrate on both and control it without much effort it is no problem at all."
"That's very impressive, Doctor."
"Please, call me Stephen." he replies with a charming smile. You can feel your cheeks heating up at that.

"Alright. It was very kind of you to answer all those questions, but we have to leave again." Steve mumbles as he gets up. Scott follows, and it takes you a moment to get up too, too caught up in staring back at Stephen again.

"Very well. Whenever you need my help, call for me." he replies, following the three of you to the door.
"Have a good day, Doctor." Steve shakes his hand and leaves.
"Was nice to meet ya, man." Scott says with a grin, practically slapping his hand into Stephen's before he shakes it, causing it to make a clapping sound.

Then you are left with the sorcerer, looking up at him, still blushing slightly. The red in your cheeks just becomes darker when again, he takes your hand in both of his to lift it to his lips. You can feel a piece of paper against your palm. He presses a gentle kiss onto the back of your hand, and you feel his neatly trimmed beard and his soft lips against your skin.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, (Y/n). I hope we will meet again, but not just to fight side by side."

He lowers your hand, but doesn't let go yet.

"I-I hope so too, Stephen."
"You also can call for me, for whatever reason."
You just nod in reply, hand enclosing around the paper and when he lets go you turn to the door, though keeping your head turned towards him for a little longer before you leave as well. The door closes behind you and you get into the car, still flushed and stunned.

You'll say it again... He is so charming.