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“Carol, it is good to see a friendly face at a time like this. Wong, please get some water boiling for tea. At a time like this, we may be getting many visitors.”

Wong quickly went off for he knew that what Strange had said was true. In dark times many seek the help of the mystic arts.

Strange turned to Carol and asked, “I had sensed you were coming but what brings you here Carol? Is Chewie still talking to you? I apologize again for using that means of communication, but at the time it was the best way.”

Before Carol's fingers could even wrap around the heavy bronze of the knocker, the door opened, a relieved Wong peeking out from behind it. He opened the door more fully, letting Carol inside, and as he went to call for the Doctor, the man materialized before their eyes.

Doctor Strange's eyes crinkled with age and wear, as though he had been awake for days, but he nonetheless shot a toothy grin to Carol as he greeted her.

She returned the smile. "Sorry to intrude, Stephen. I just... didn't know where else to go."

He asked her questions, made small talk, cracked a few jokes - no doubt to try to keep her mind off of the current circumstances of the city. She just forced a chuckle and shook her head.

She had a different place to be, a much more important job to do. With all tragedies, there must be some people who handle the cleanup, and others who instead take on the responsibility of searching out the cause. That was Carol’s job. Tony and Steve and the others could undoubtedly handle doing damage control. But there was a more pressing issue at hand.

She needed help; she knew she would need help. And when it came to finding magic, Loki’s weapon of choice, there was only one man for the job.

No?

BANG!