THE BEST GUY AROUND!!!!!

“Aw shit!”

He sounds more annoyed than upset as he puts the now empty-partially wet bottle back in his bag. His eyes scanning for any sort of anything before he feels the world stop and an itch go up his spine. His head alerts- his spidey sense is the feeling your sinuses get after eating pop-rocks. It’s not pleasant. Quickly he checks his NEW company issued smart watch. He remembers beaming at being handed it by his boss. Then swiftly modded it to have a police scanner on it and even among us. Somehow. Just for the fun of it. As a conversation starter.

He pulls his mask on and swings out of there, he probably should get a new water bottle.

Be 18+ to int!

Doctor Strange was doing to again, not purposefully, groaning as his eyes snapped awake. There was a shooting pain in his back, probably from the shattered glasses underneath him.. this world's Strange must've been awake when 616 Stephen started to dreamwalk. Without even a pang of guilt in his heart, the man stood up- brushing the sharp plastic from his back as he did. Well, no time like the present to explore.

The brunet wandered the familiar streets, a piece of pizza in hand. He'd gotten the habit without realizing at first, and Stephen blamed America entirely. Somehow the slice tasted better than his Earth, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the difference- when Strange caught the familiar sound of webs. The man looked upwards, seeing Spiderman. The man knew better than to interact with the Earth's locals, but curiosity was a powerful drug.

Peter hears his last name yelled, looking down he sees, is that Doctor Strange? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He knows who he is but- is that- HE KNOWS HIS NAME?

He swings back and forth trying to get to him from across the road, large roaring trucks and loud cars overwhelming his heightened senses. He tries to calculate his movements and webs, he starts- swinging onto the back of a cargo truck then trying to go over it- but-

“OW OWow im okay ow oww”

Strange watched the hero nearly get squashed in traffic a couple of times, staying vigilant- and yet treating it more like an episode of America's Funniest Home Videos than action happening right in front of him. For his sanity's sake. With each move Parker made, Stephen punctuated it with a little 'oh shit', grimacing as the kid slammed into a truck.

The man had a hand on his forehead by the time Peter Parker was finally safely on the ground via, the other orange-hued portal should've sent him right to the pavemented walkway. "Christ, kid. You alright?" The sorcerer furrowed his eyebrows, the hand that had been on Stephen's head now rubbing his own temple. He'd forgotten how accident-prone the Spiderpeople could be. "Do me a favor and not do that for as long as I'm here."

Two parts of his brain fought for control, eyes looking toward the looming Stark Tower in the distance for a moment. On one side, Strange shouldn't try to intervene with life here, but the other side craved information. And one particular-

“woahwoahwoah man— Mr. strange, I appreciate meeting you but- i- i”

He pauses, for a moment. To think. Mainly about what to say and how to say it. How to be respectful, get in his good graces and everything. He clears his throat.

Watching Parker almost lose his lunch all over the sidewalk, Strange felt a pang of pity for the other- remembering his first time traveling with America. His stomach lurched just thinking about flying through the multiverse in those star-shaped portals.

Listening to the other, Stephen considered that perhaps the barely-legal.. (college student? Was Spiderman in college?) wouldn't know the lovely surgeon. Plus, Strange had a bigger question on his hands. The brunet paused for a moment, brain working out ideas, before flashing a grin.

"Sorcerer never tells his secrets... mostly because it would probably break this dimension, but I digress. All you need to know is that I'm only here to help.. help with what is still a little iffy." The sorcerer was already regretting calling Parker over in the first place, but trying to figure out why he's dreamwalking haunted every sleeping step. Looking toward the other, he sighed.

He thought for a moment. He hasnt really faced any big evil guys in a while… it was weird. He paced around a moment thinking. Was it that or was he just too busy in college?

It all felt so weird. This whole thing did. This Dr. Strange looked… different- or the same. He didnt know. He just felt off and decisively wrong.

“Not really but- why are you- wait!!! Are you like moving dimensions????”

He sounded excited. He knew that he had some sort of dimensional time travel sort of thingy. He wasn’t too well versed in what everyone did yet- theyve had like what- oneeee meeting? Its fineeee.

The brunet could practically sense the unease growing within Parker, mentally cursing. Strange would much prefer the college student be awestruck, too excited to think about the logic behind Stephen being there in that world. Nevertheless, the doctor brushed the internal bruising of his ego off, listening to Peter's question with raised eyebrows.

'Moving through dimensions' made Stephen look like he was doing this on purpose, like the hero was on a mission through the Multiverse- instead of a man riddled with bad magic traveling while he slept. He chose to not admit that.

The young mans mask’s eyes widen and shrink back to normal at the affirmation of his claim- and also the compliment!!!! He got complimented by THE dr strange!!!! Woah!!!

He thinks more. He knows the multiverse is real but he can’t- oh wait- he cant talk about about it with anyone whos NOT his boss, then again Mr Tony Stark doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet. Damn

“Woah. Thats so cool- what brings you here then- wait- wait! Oh theres so many things I can ask!”

His eyes are bright even behind the fabric on his face.

As time went on, the internal conflict caused more of an impact in his mind- the clash almost felt painful at points. His left eyebrow twitch, this could've caused another unnecessary ripple within the Multiverse. Another problem Strange would need to fix due to his own nosy tendencies.

Externally, as Parker spoke, Stephen stayed rather calm-looking; his eyes crinkled at the corners as if amused. Even as ancient energies whispered for the sorcerer to 'slay the spider' simply for knowing about Strange's travels. It was hard to believe that the brunet was once a pacifis-

And then, opportunity struck. Gaze toward Spiderman seeming sharper now. Stephen could make sure no one from this dimension knew of the powerful man's travels.. or what could soon happen to this universe. "Well, they certainly don't teach Multiverse Studies at college, could be a good learning opportunity." The man spoke as if he was pondering allowed, looking toward the road. Underneath Peter's feet, an evergreen ooze was beginning to spring from the ground- which would soon swallow the college student like a deep puddle. Sending Parker into the same exact spot within Stephen's version of Earth-616.

Within an instant he falls through the floor to the streets of Strange’s universe. It overall looks pretty similar to his own, he looks around- waiting for strange to show up.

Though, his body and brain feels weird. Its difficult to stand, to think. He suddenly feels kind of tired- almost how one would feel hungover or withdrawling off of something.

Hes jetlagged.

He hears the sound of the portal- and walking. He assumes its Strange. Some reason he feels like he stepped in something wet. He sits down on the pavement. Room spinning.

The white eyes on the students mask widen in fear and suspicion. He steps back a bit. Feeling himself adjust to the new reality. His mind still in ten different places at once he props himself against a street lamp. It was still dark out in this dimension.

His head registers Stranges words, and the same itch from before shoots up his spine.

"what do you mean 'stay'? I thought- I'm not gonna be here forever am I? I need to get home I have things to do I can't- I just got a job man!"

He quickly realises how aggressive he's coming off as and calms himself down. Grasping his right arm and scratching it a bit. Trying to make his spider sense less overwhelming.

"sorry I'm- please tell me what's going on, I didn't get here through a normal portal. Did I?"

“Aw shit!”

He sounds more annoyed than upset as he puts the now empty-partially wet bottle back in his bag. His eyes scanning for any sort of anything before he feels the world stop and an itch go up his spine. His head alerts- his spidey sense is the feeling your sinuses get after eating pop-rocks. It’s not pleasant. Quickly he checks his NEW company issued smart watch. He remembers beaming at being handed it by his boss. Then swiftly modded it to have a police scanner on it and even among us. Somehow. Just for the fun of it. As a conversation starter.

He pulls his mask on and swings out of there, he probably should get a new water bottle.

Be 18+ to int!

Doctor Strange was doing to again, not purposefully, groaning as his eyes snapped awake. There was a shooting pain in his back, probably from the shattered glasses underneath him.. this world's Strange must've been awake when 616 Stephen started to dreamwalk. Without even a pang of guilt in his heart, the man stood up- brushing the sharp plastic from his back as he did. Well, no time like the present to explore.

The brunet wandered the familiar streets, a piece of pizza in hand. He'd gotten the habit without realizing at first, and Stephen blamed America entirely. Somehow the slice tasted better than his Earth, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the difference- when Strange caught the familiar sound of webs. The man looked upwards, seeing Spiderman. The man knew better than to interact with the Earth's locals, but curiosity was a powerful drug.

Peter hears his last name yelled, looking down he sees, is that Doctor Strange? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He knows who he is but- is that- HE KNOWS HIS NAME?

He swings back and forth trying to get to him from across the road, large roaring trucks and loud cars overwhelming his heightened senses. He tries to calculate his movements and webs, he starts- swinging onto the back of a cargo truck then trying to go over it- but-

“OW OWow im okay ow oww”

Strange watched the hero nearly get squashed in traffic a couple of times, staying vigilant- and yet treating it more like an episode of America's Funniest Home Videos than action happening right in front of him. For his sanity's sake. With each move Parker made, Stephen punctuated it with a little 'oh shit', grimacing as the kid slammed into a truck.

The man had a hand on his forehead by the time Peter Parker was finally safely on the ground via, the other orange-hued portal should've sent him right to the pavemented walkway. "Christ, kid. You alright?" The sorcerer furrowed his eyebrows, the hand that had been on Stephen's head now rubbing his own temple. He'd forgotten how accident-prone the Spiderpeople could be. "Do me a favor and not do that for as long as I'm here."

Two parts of his brain fought for control, eyes looking toward the looming Stark Tower in the distance for a moment. On one side, Strange shouldn't try to intervene with life here, but the other side craved information. And one particular-

“woahwoahwoah man— Mr. strange, I appreciate meeting you but- i- i”

He pauses, for a moment. To think. Mainly about what to say and how to say it. How to be respectful, get in his good graces and everything. He clears his throat.

Watching Parker almost lose his lunch all over the sidewalk, Strange felt a pang of pity for the other- remembering his first time traveling with America. His stomach lurched just thinking about flying through the multiverse in those star-shaped portals.

Listening to the other, Stephen considered that perhaps the barely-legal.. (college student? Was Spiderman in college?) wouldn't know the lovely surgeon. Plus, Strange had a bigger question on his hands. The brunet paused for a moment, brain working out ideas, before flashing a grin.

"Sorcerer never tells his secrets... mostly because it would probably break this dimension, but I digress. All you need to know is that I'm only here to help.. help with what is still a little iffy." The sorcerer was already regretting calling Parker over in the first place, but trying to figure out why he's dreamwalking haunted every sleeping step. Looking toward the other, he sighed.

He thought for a moment. He hasnt really faced any big evil guys in a while… it was weird. He paced around a moment thinking. Was it that or was he just too busy in college?

It all felt so weird. This whole thing did. This Dr. Strange looked… different- or the same. He didnt know. He just felt off and decisively wrong.

“Not really but- why are you- wait!!! Are you like moving dimensions????”

He sounded excited. He knew that he had some sort of dimensional time travel sort of thingy. He wasn’t too well versed in what everyone did yet- theyve had like what- oneeee meeting? Its fineeee.

The brunet could practically sense the unease growing within Parker, mentally cursing. Strange would much prefer the college student be awestruck, too excited to think about the logic behind Stephen being there in that world. Nevertheless, the doctor brushed the internal bruising of his ego off, listening to Peter's question with raised eyebrows.

'Moving through dimensions' made Stephen look like he was doing this on purpose, like the hero was on a mission through the Multiverse- instead of a man riddled with bad magic traveling while he slept. He chose to not admit that.

The young mans mask’s eyes widen and shrink back to normal at the affirmation of his claim- and also the compliment!!!! He got complimented by THE dr strange!!!! Woah!!!

He thinks more. He knows the multiverse is real but he can’t- oh wait- he cant talk about about it with anyone whos NOT his boss, then again Mr Tony Stark doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet. Damn

“Woah. Thats so cool- what brings you here then- wait- wait! Oh theres so many things I can ask!”

His eyes are bright even behind the fabric on his face.

As time went on, the internal conflict caused more of an impact in his mind- the clash almost felt painful at points. His left eyebrow twitch, this could've caused another unnecessary ripple within the Multiverse. Another problem Strange would need to fix due to his own nosy tendencies.

Externally, as Parker spoke, Stephen stayed rather calm-looking; his eyes crinkled at the corners as if amused. Even as ancient energies whispered for the sorcerer to 'slay the spider' simply for knowing about Strange's travels. It was hard to believe that the brunet was once a pacifis-

And then, opportunity struck. Gaze toward Spiderman seeming sharper now. Stephen could make sure no one from this dimension knew of the powerful man's travels.. or what could soon happen to this universe. "Well, they certainly don't teach Multiverse Studies at college, could be a good learning opportunity." The man spoke as if he was pondering allowed, looking toward the road. Underneath Peter's feet, an evergreen ooze was beginning to spring from the ground- which would soon swallow the college student like a deep puddle. Sending Parker into the same exact spot within Stephen's version of Earth-616.

Within an instant he falls through the floor to the streets of Strange’s universe. It overall looks pretty similar to his own, he looks around- waiting for strange to show up.

Though, his body and brain feels weird. Its difficult to stand, to think. He suddenly feels kind of tired- almost how one would feel hungover or withdrawling off of something.

Hes jetlagged.

He hears the sound of the portal- and walking. He assumes its Strange. Some reason he feels like he stepped in something wet. He sits down on the pavement. Room spinning.

“Aw shit!”

He sounds more annoyed than upset as he puts the now empty-partially wet bottle back in his bag. His eyes scanning for any sort of anything before he feels the world stop and an itch go up his spine. His head alerts- his spidey sense is the feeling your sinuses get after eating pop-rocks. It’s not pleasant. Quickly he checks his NEW company issued smart watch. He remembers beaming at being handed it by his boss. Then swiftly modded it to have a police scanner on it and even among us. Somehow. Just for the fun of it. As a conversation starter.

He pulls his mask on and swings out of there, he probably should get a new water bottle.

Be 18+ to int!

Doctor Strange was doing to again, not purposefully, groaning as his eyes snapped awake. There was a shooting pain in his back, probably from the shattered glasses underneath him.. this world's Strange must've been awake when 616 Stephen started to dreamwalk. Without even a pang of guilt in his heart, the man stood up- brushing the sharp plastic from his back as he did. Well, no time like the present to explore.

The brunet wandered the familiar streets, a piece of pizza in hand. He'd gotten the habit without realizing at first, and Stephen blamed America entirely. Somehow the slice tasted better than his Earth, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the difference- when Strange caught the familiar sound of webs. The man looked upwards, seeing Spiderman. The man knew better than to interact with the Earth's locals, but curiosity was a powerful drug.

Peter hears his last name yelled, looking down he sees, is that Doctor Strange? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He knows who he is but- is that- HE KNOWS HIS NAME?

He swings back and forth trying to get to him from across the road, large roaring trucks and loud cars overwhelming his heightened senses. He tries to calculate his movements and webs, he starts- swinging onto the back of a cargo truck then trying to go over it- but-

“OW OWow im okay ow oww”

Strange watched the hero nearly get squashed in traffic a couple of times, staying vigilant- and yet treating it more like an episode of America's Funniest Home Videos than action happening right in front of him. For his sanity's sake. With each move Parker made, Stephen punctuated it with a little 'oh shit', grimacing as the kid slammed into a truck.

The man had a hand on his forehead by the time Peter Parker was finally safely on the ground via, the other orange-hued portal should've sent him right to the pavemented walkway. "Christ, kid. You alright?" The sorcerer furrowed his eyebrows, the hand that had been on Stephen's head now rubbing his own temple. He'd forgotten how accident-prone the Spiderpeople could be. "Do me a favor and not do that for as long as I'm here."

Two parts of his brain fought for control, eyes looking toward the looming Stark Tower in the distance for a moment. On one side, Strange shouldn't try to intervene with life here, but the other side craved information. And one particular-

“woahwoahwoah man— Mr. strange, I appreciate meeting you but- i- i”

He pauses, for a moment. To think. Mainly about what to say and how to say it. How to be respectful, get in his good graces and everything. He clears his throat.

Watching Parker almost lose his lunch all over the sidewalk, Strange felt a pang of pity for the other- remembering his first time traveling with America. His stomach lurched just thinking about flying through the multiverse in those star-shaped portals.

Listening to the other, Stephen considered that perhaps the barely-legal.. (college student? Was Spiderman in college?) wouldn't know the lovely surgeon. Plus, Strange had a bigger question on his hands. The brunet paused for a moment, brain working out ideas, before flashing a grin.

"Sorcerer never tells his secrets... mostly because it would probably break this dimension, but I digress. All you need to know is that I'm only here to help.. help with what is still a little iffy." The sorcerer was already regretting calling Parker over in the first place, but trying to figure out why he's dreamwalking haunted every sleeping step. Looking toward the other, he sighed.

He thought for a moment. He hasnt really faced any big evil guys in a while… it was weird. He paced around a moment thinking. Was it that or was he just too busy in college?

It all felt so weird. This whole thing did. This Dr. Strange looked… different- or the same. He didnt know. He just felt off and decisively wrong.

“Not really but- why are you- wait!!! Are you like moving dimensions????”

He sounded excited. He knew that he had some sort of dimensional time travel sort of thingy. He wasn’t too well versed in what everyone did yet- theyve had like what- oneeee meeting? Its fineeee.

The brunet could practically sense the unease growing within Parker, mentally cursing. Strange would much prefer the college student be awestruck, too excited to think about the logic behind Stephen being there in that world. Nevertheless, the doctor brushed the internal bruising of his ego off, listening to Peter's question with raised eyebrows.

'Moving through dimensions' made Stephen look like he was doing this on purpose, like the hero was on a mission through the Multiverse- instead of a man riddled with bad magic traveling while he slept. He chose to not admit that.

The young mans mask’s eyes widen and shrink back to normal at the affirmation of his claim- and also the compliment!!!! He got complimented by THE dr strange!!!! Woah!!!

He thinks more. He knows the multiverse is real but he can’t- oh wait- he cant talk about about it with anyone whos NOT his boss, then again Mr Tony Stark doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet. Damn

“Woah. Thats so cool- what brings you here then- wait- wait! Oh theres so many things I can ask!”

His eyes are bright even behind the fabric on his face.

“Aw shit!”

He sounds more annoyed than upset as he puts the now empty-partially wet bottle back in his bag. His eyes scanning for any sort of anything before he feels the world stop and an itch go up his spine. His head alerts- his spidey sense is the feeling your sinuses get after eating pop-rocks. It’s not pleasant. Quickly he checks his NEW company issued smart watch. He remembers beaming at being handed it by his boss. Then swiftly modded it to have a police scanner on it and even among us. Somehow. Just for the fun of it. As a conversation starter.

He pulls his mask on and swings out of there, he probably should get a new water bottle.

Be 18+ to int!

Doctor Strange was doing to again, not purposefully, groaning as his eyes snapped awake. There was a shooting pain in his back, probably from the shattered glasses underneath him.. this world's Strange must've been awake when 616 Stephen started to dreamwalk. Without even a pang of guilt in his heart, the man stood up- brushing the sharp plastic from his back as he did. Well, no time like the present to explore.

The brunet wandered the familiar streets, a piece of pizza in hand. He'd gotten the habit without realizing at first, and Stephen blamed America entirely. Somehow the slice tasted better than his Earth, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the difference- when Strange caught the familiar sound of webs. The man looked upwards, seeing Spiderman. The man knew better than to interact with the Earth's locals, but curiosity was a powerful drug.

Peter hears his last name yelled, looking down he sees, is that Doctor Strange? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He knows who he is but- is that- HE KNOWS HIS NAME?

He swings back and forth trying to get to him from across the road, large roaring trucks and loud cars overwhelming his heightened senses. He tries to calculate his movements and webs, he starts- swinging onto the back of a cargo truck then trying to go over it- but-

“OW OWow im okay ow oww”

Strange watched the hero nearly get squashed in traffic a couple of times, staying vigilant- and yet treating it more like an episode of America's Funniest Home Videos than action happening right in front of him. For his sanity's sake. With each move Parker made, Stephen punctuated it with a little 'oh shit', grimacing as the kid slammed into a truck.

The man had a hand on his forehead by the time Peter Parker was finally safely on the ground via, the other orange-hued portal should've sent him right to the pavemented walkway. "Christ, kid. You alright?" The sorcerer furrowed his eyebrows, the hand that had been on Stephen's head now rubbing his own temple. He'd forgotten how accident-prone the Spiderpeople could be. "Do me a favor and not do that for as long as I'm here."

Two parts of his brain fought for control, eyes looking toward the looming Stark Tower in the distance for a moment. On one side, Strange shouldn't try to intervene with life here, but the other side craved information. And one particular-

“woahwoahwoah man— Mr. strange, I appreciate meeting you but- i- i”

He pauses, for a moment. To think. Mainly about what to say and how to say it. How to be respectful, get in his good graces and everything. He clears his throat.

Watching Parker almost lose his lunch all over the sidewalk, Strange felt a pang of pity for the other- remembering his first time traveling with America. His stomach lurched just thinking about flying through the multiverse in those star-shaped portals.

Listening to the other, Stephen considered that perhaps the barely-legal.. (college student? Was Spiderman in college?) wouldn't know the lovely surgeon. Plus, Strange had a bigger question on his hands. The brunet paused for a moment, brain working out ideas, before flashing a grin.

"Sorcerer never tells his secrets... mostly because it would probably break this dimension, but I digress. All you need to know is that I'm only here to help.. help with what is still a little iffy." The sorcerer was already regretting calling Parker over in the first place, but trying to figure out why he's dreamwalking haunted every sleeping step. Looking toward the other, he sighed.

He thought for a moment. He hasnt really faced any big evil guys in a while… it was weird. He paced around a moment thinking. Was it that or was he just too busy in college?

It all felt so weird. This whole thing did. This Dr. Strange looked… different- or the same. He didnt know. He just felt off and decisively wrong.

“Not really but- why are you- wait!!! Are you like moving dimensions????”

He sounded excited. He knew that he had some sort of dimensional time travel sort of thingy. He wasn’t too well versed in what everyone did yet- theyve had like what- oneeee meeting? Its fineeee.

“Aw shit!”

He sounds more annoyed than upset as he puts the now empty-partially wet bottle back in his bag. His eyes scanning for any sort of anything before he feels the world stop and an itch go up his spine. His head alerts- his spidey sense is the feeling your sinuses get after eating pop-rocks. It’s not pleasant. Quickly he checks his NEW company issued smart watch. He remembers beaming at being handed it by his boss. Then swiftly modded it to have a police scanner on it and even among us. Somehow. Just for the fun of it. As a conversation starter.

He pulls his mask on and swings out of there, he probably should get a new water bottle.

Be 18+ to int!

Doctor Strange was doing to again, not purposefully, groaning as his eyes snapped awake. There was a shooting pain in his back, probably from the shattered glasses underneath him.. this world's Strange must've been awake when 616 Stephen started to dreamwalk. Without even a pang of guilt in his heart, the man stood up- brushing the sharp plastic from his back as he did. Well, no time like the present to explore.

The brunet wandered the familiar streets, a piece of pizza in hand. He'd gotten the habit without realizing at first, and Stephen blamed America entirely. Somehow the slice tasted better than his Earth, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the difference- when Strange caught the familiar sound of webs. The man looked upwards, seeing Spiderman. The man knew better than to interact with the Earth's locals, but curiosity was a powerful drug.

Peter hears his last name yelled, looking down he sees, is that Doctor Strange? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He knows who he is but- is that- HE KNOWS HIS NAME?

He swings back and forth trying to get to him from across the road, large roaring trucks and loud cars overwhelming his heightened senses. He tries to calculate his movements and webs, he starts- swinging onto the back of a cargo truck then trying to go over it- but-

“OW OWow im okay ow oww”

Strange watched the hero nearly get squashed in traffic a couple of times, staying vigilant- and yet treating it more like an episode of America's Funniest Home Videos than action happening right in front of him. For his sanity's sake. With each move Parker made, Stephen punctuated it with a little 'oh shit', grimacing as the kid slammed into a truck.

The man had a hand on his forehead by the time Peter Parker was finally safely on the ground via, the other orange-hued portal should've sent him right to the pavemented walkway. "Christ, kid. You alright?" The sorcerer furrowed his eyebrows, the hand that had been on Stephen's head now rubbing his own temple. He'd forgotten how accident-prone the Spiderpeople could be. "Do me a favor and not do that for as long as I'm here."

Two parts of his brain fought for control, eyes looking toward the looming Stark Tower in the distance for a moment. On one side, Strange shouldn't try to intervene with life here, but the other side craved information. And one particular-

“woahwoahwoah man— Mr. strange, I appreciate meeting you but- i- i”

He pauses, for a moment. To think. Mainly about what to say and how to say it. How to be respectful, get in his good graces and everything. He clears his throat.

“Aw shit!”

He sounds more annoyed than upset as he puts the now empty-partially wet bottle back in his bag. His eyes scanning for any sort of anything before he feels the world stop and an itch go up his spine. His head alerts- his spidey sense is the feeling your sinuses get after eating pop-rocks. It’s not pleasant. Quickly he checks his NEW company issued smart watch. He remembers beaming at being handed it by his boss. Then swiftly modded it to have a police scanner on it and even among us. Somehow. Just for the fun of it. As a conversation starter.

He pulls his mask on and swings out of there, he probably should get a new water bottle.

Be 18+ to int!

Doctor Strange was doing to again, not purposefully, groaning as his eyes snapped awake. There was a shooting pain in his back, probably from the shattered glasses underneath him.. this world's Strange must've been awake when 616 Stephen started to dreamwalk. Without even a pang of guilt in his heart, the man stood up- brushing the sharp plastic from his back as he did. Well, no time like the present to explore.

The brunet wandered the familiar streets, a piece of pizza in hand. He'd gotten the habit without realizing at first, and Stephen blamed America entirely. Somehow the slice tasted better than his Earth, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the difference- when Strange caught the familiar sound of webs. The man looked upwards, seeing Spiderman. The man knew better than to interact with the Earth's locals, but curiosity was a powerful drug.

Peter hears his last name yelled, looking down he sees, is that Doctor Strange? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He knows who he is but- is that- HE KNOWS HIS NAME?

He swings back and forth trying to get to him from across the road, large roaring trucks and loud cars overwhelming his heightened senses. He tries to calculate his movements and webs, he starts- swinging onto the back of a cargo truck then trying to go over it- but-

“OW OWow im okay ow oww”