M.D. STRANGE

The knock put her on alert, and the door opening put her on defense. Zatanna turned, hands raised. “potS ni ruoy skcart.”  Her words were quick and loud. The magical energy flowed from her fingers and surrounded the man, stopping him from moving further, but not stoping his ability to speak. 

“Who are you, and what do you want? I can sense the mystical energy around you… You’re not the average joe. Now spill-”

“You are of--” his mouth suddenly dries, realizing her resolve is firm. “How you’ve come back from the dead is beyond me, but it is a miracle -” then the words of death enter his ears and he immediately tenses up, outer appearance remaining stoic. “If you wish to annihilate my existence, I suggest you do it away from the public eye. Not only will you be racked with an immense force not only by the police, but also by the Avengers. Certainly you do not want your friend, Dr. Banner, to find that you are well and alive through the tragic death of his old friend. Let us move this into my office where I can say my final words to make my peace prior to you fulfilling your desire.”

“Well I think we all know how it feels to have a broken coffee machine and your a/c leaking, and increasing police brutality statistics, and the paranoia that Godzilla will come to New York at some point because Honey Lemon kept talking about how he’s still alive. Like that’s just a problem plaguing the average American man, right?”

All the issues of the said average American man are alien to him, except police brutality, he too had his own opinions of the crude actions of the force built to protect everyday citizens. The other issues, however, remain rather insignificant to him, forcing him to raise a brow in uncertainty.

“Of course you’re not, you’re delighted. Can’t be delighted and surprised at the same time, might like…what’s the the magical equivalent to blowing a circuit?” 

Peter gave a wide grin back to Stephen. Knowing the older man since he was sixteen, Peter had lost any qualms that he previously had with bothering him. And even then, they hadn’t really been there since he met him during a time he made a career of annoying other superheroes. 

The rambling of the other encourages a strain in his left temple. It is evident that the cause of this mild pain is due to irritation. He brings a hand to massage the area with care, hoping attending the tense muscle will somehow relieve him of his pain. Unfortunately, it is not enough. He is on a course to retrieve a bottle of ibuprofen from his desk drawer when something of interest catches his ears. He pauses in his actions, eyes turning up to meet Peter’s.

     It has been a few days that she has been dealing with this issue, & that is why she is here today. Perhaps it is because she’s been sitting at her desk for quite some time, but she can’t be too sure. Neck issues are not something to be taken lightly. A hand rests upon the nape of her neck before she cants her head slightly toward the doctor. 

Strange does his best to hide his lack of amusement upon her statement. He has to remind himself majority of the population are oblivious to the inner workings of the human body. It is what keeps him in a job. He proceeds to wash his hands first and crosses over to her, hands extending forward slowly to give her a fair warning he will be touching her.