#dxctorstephenstrange

Wanda could hear traffic. Why could she hear traffic? She thought. She was pretty sure she should be dead, but she had been pretty sure of that multiple times. She tried to remember how she got here and found no solid memories, nothing as far back as....Monica. Talking to Monica, perhaps. A week or two in her cabin, maybe.

She could vaguely remember the sound of shifting rocks and the feeling of being lifted. And being cold, very cold.

That probably explained why the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a roaring fire, despite the sun outside the window. The curtains were drawn and she was under what seemed to be multiple blankets. She blinked her eyes a few more times and rubbed them. She could hear someone in the corridor outside of the room. "Hello?" She called out, her voice weak and hoarse.

Natasha watched appreciativly as the sorcerer conjured her drink, slightly amused. “You know I could also do this the mundane way, at least you had a bit of a show then.” Her tone was warm as she teased him, leaning her ellbows on the bar and carefully taking the drink from him.

“I’m sure you can make everything look good, doc.” An eyebrow raised, she lifted her glass in a silent cheer and took a sip. He was always easy to talk to and the night was taking a pleasent turn from just trying to check up on her colleague. Her day hadn’t been easy either and it was nice to not talk about her pain for once. “I mean technically you do classify as a wizard under the constitution of fiction and fantasy.” But Natasha understood that he would prefer sorcerer.

The dress was sleeveless and backless, a little risky in a New York winter but one of her favorites. It had taken her forever to get her hair up into an elegant bun, and even now rogue curls fell around her face, but she knew when to give up the fight. She was almost the picture of demure chic -- the prominent tattoos kept her from Fifth Avenue grace, but Stephen was fond of them, so she felt no need to cover them up.

She stepped out of the bathroom and shut off the light, taking a moment to adjust her bangles around one wrist. He would be arriving at any moment, ever punctual, by his usual means. Their mutual dislike of automobiles meant they either walked to a location, or he portaled them to an innocuous area near to where they intended to go. She appreciated it, although she was more than happy to take public transportation; he, above anyone else, understood her aversion to cars, and always made accommodations for her. 

The knock at the front door took Stephen Strange by surprise. He hadn't been expecting any visitors, and it was very rare for anyone to just stop by.

He made his way down the grand staircase and to the front door, opening it to greet his visitor.

"Becca?" Strange said, eyebrows arched in surprise. "Uh, no! Not at all. Come on in!"

He quickly waved his guest inside, staring after her as she entered. He hadn't seen her since the aftermath of the Battle of Earth. They'd fought together, but only after the battle was long since won and the Avengers began to pick up the pieces were they afforded some time to get acquainted.

"It's been a while, huh?" He asked, chuckling awkwardly, taking her in. He recalled thinking she occupied her own space rather nicely, and now, seeing her again with tight jeans and a leather jacket, he was reminded how attractive he'd found her.

"So, come on...let's talk a little. Care for a drink? Non-alcoholic, of course, if you're riding." He led Becca towards a sitting area. "What has you here, brightening my day?"

She chuckled softly and stepped into the mansion. She glanced around, taking it all in. The grandeur of it all was breath-taking. Buildings weren't made like this anymore. It almost reminded her of the former glory of European buildings-- or at least the ones which had survived World War II. Stepping back in time had her sucking in her breath. Becca had to turn her attention back to Stephen in order not to let her mind wander too far.

"Its been too long. I'm sorry I haven't checked in. It's been a bit of melee trying to get everything under control after the snap back..." She shook her head. Between John Walker and the terrorists and trying to get legislation passed to take care of not just those snapped back, but those who had suffered after, she'd been a bit busy.

Today was Valentine’s Day and Jasmine had already arranged for the day to be spent with Stephen at a penthouse suite in a five star hotel.  The penthouse suite was easy due to her father having the account for his advertising firm.  All Jasmine had to do was mention his name.  There was a bottle of wine on the table, an expensive wine that she had managed to, once again, get thanks to her father’s job.

Jasmine checked her makeup in her hand mirror, wanting everything to be perfect.  It was her first night here with Stephen and she was determined for nothing to go wrong.  Jasmine heard the door open, and put the hand mirror away, ready for Stephen dressed in nothing but red lingerie.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she greeted with a seductive smile.

Time passed, and Clarice kept her promise to Stephen and Wong - she went out on missions, she fought alongside them.

And Stephen, and even sometimes Wong, worked tirelessly to find her home world. He scoured universe after universe, searching for that one in an infinite number of possibilities, but it seemed he was no closer to finding it. Hours upon hours of research (which she tried to help with, but all of it was above her head), and still nothing.

Meanwhile things were changing. She was changing. With every passing day the Sanctum felt more like home, Stephen felt more like home. And with every passing mission, she felt like she could and did make a real difference in this universe. So finally, clad in a tank top and sleep pants, she padded into the library where Stephen was once again diligently researching and gently put a hand over his. “Stop.” She paused before adding, “I don’t mean just for the night, I mean... I think it’s time to stop.”

Nova couldn’t breathe.

There was no air surrounding her, just energy and strings of light as she flew past them. She didn’t understand. After being shunned by every magical being in Xadia and having no choice but to turn to Dark Magic to fix her problems, she’d planned that spell for years, she followed everything to the letter, how had it still backfired?

And now here she was, floating around, unable to breathe after the spell went off like a bomb and threw her into this realm. She wasn’t going to die like this, not in this body the way it was. No way in hell. With all her force, her bleached hand went out, gripping onto one of the strings as hard as she could to steady herself. Just as she had, she felt herself get pulled towards it, closer, until it was sucking her inside and before she knew it, she was falling through the air. A hoarse scream left her lips, before she groaned at the hard impact she made on the ground. Her head was throbbing and she held it with a four-fingered hand as she looked around. Some sort of...house? It was wooden, with a large staircase. There were a few...rather odd objects as well. Where the hell had she ended up?