The Sorcerer Supreme

I’ve been thrown out of that very window by an Asgardian– hate to say been there, done that, but I am.

The scepter is safe and locked away in one of the most secure places in New York, Strange.

I’ll ensure you don’t have a suit handy.

Nor do I want to be a glorified circus clown, Harry Potter. You can either enjoy yourself, or not– you can’t be a grumps all the time.

Call me a clown again and see what happens when my cape accidentally throws you through a window. Now I wouldn’t be the grump if I didn’t know the scepter wasn’t in a safe place.

Magic? I thought you would be opposed to unnecessary use of our abilities? Isn’t it kind of… I dunno – kind of irresponsible?

Not unless you’re drunk enough, I don’t see harm. I wouldn’t be where I am without being irresponsible, kiddo. 

Well what would you do differently?

Larger, grander, more magic based activities and better alcohol.

I don’t know– there’s hundreds of people here that beg to differ. If you think the party is lame, why are you here?

I’m obligated to make an appearance if, and when, something grows out of hand. I think I deserve a thank you for making it convenient for them when they need my help.

I am prestigious society. I’m sorry, who was making groundbreaking scientific and engineering discoveries? All of my suits are perfect, thank you.

While you were cooped up in your lab, I was saving lives as a neurosurgeon. You can’t say you’re the Sorcerer Supreme.

Never said it was green. I guess it was just to see if you were just as awkward in a social setting as you are with that robe of yours on throwing magic around.

I’ve attended galas, Stark, can’t-miss events for the most prestigious of society and I guarantee you I know how to navigate social settings. Don’t talk of awkward when you couldn’t get your science right after attempting to perfect your suit.

Jealousy is not a good color on you. Sorry about your wonder magician’s not being invited with you.

I’ll save the green for the big guy. I’m surprised you even invited me let alone the other wonder magicians.

Isn’t that kind of obnoxious and insulting to say at someone’s engagement party.

I am, in fact, obnoxious and very insulting. Stark can handle one dissatisfied chum. 

We need to talk about what happened.

You mean how I was there to save the kids’ asses and break open Davies’ grapefruit? Yeah, we should.

Well, now it’s your shit too, Mr. Supreme Sorcerer. She’s doing it on her terms, but I don’t know if she’ll go through with it after being in contact with it for so long.

The official title’s Sorcerer Supreme, thank you very much. You think she’s somehow grown attacked to the dark power?

Welcome to the club. Apparently a really fucking angry one who we can only think about subduing for the fact that it’s keeping his host body alive.

Oh, Barton, now you’re really into some deep shit. I assume Wanda Maximoff is handed that task?

Now, now– why the long face?

Why the smug assumption?

Your room is a mess.

You try finding time to clean when you’re the Sorcerer Supreme.

A spirit, or so I’ve come to learn.

A...spirit? I find myself a man with an open mind especially recently, but now we have Casper. Now I’ve seen it all. What kind of spirit are we looking at?