"A life without my work..."

(plot twist: K is for kiss, not kill :3)

Easy: marry the zombie, I doubt it would matter to them and you mortals have that whole “’till death do you part” nonsense. Kiss Sinster – best not to linger too long with that one – and I suppose that means…”

“Let's play a different game, anon.”

He's getting used to these visits from...himself.

If wormholes can open in the sky and arrogant billionaires can become superheroes, the existence of the multiverse doesn't feel that far off base.

He can't argue with the literal evidence in front of him. The most disappointing aspect about his counterpart, however, has to be the wardrobe choice. Oh, and the facial hair. Talk about a Tony Stark wannabe. He's told the sorcerer so on multiple occasions.

When Stephen walks into his office at the hospital, his shoulders sag. The usual eye roll follows.

"Great. You're here. Bringing your characteristic 'good news' I can only assume?"

His interactions with this version of himself are always…bittersweet. It stings to see the personality that used to drive him forward, but it’s also an odd comfort to see himself before everything. Before Thanos, before Dormammu and before the accident. This Stephen is one that has yet to live through all that, and there’s a horrible part of him that’s fascinated by it all.

And then, of course, there’s also the question of whether this Stephen will even live through those events, or if he’s destined to be the Douchebag Surgeon his entire life.

“You are a puppet of Time, tangled in strings.”