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     AN “EXPERT” IS SUBJECTIVE      and gives him no more interest than a “specialist”         which seems more psychologically intrusive on its own. The “smartest woman in the world”, however, has more intrigue. Curious by nature, more so than he leads on, knowledge is more enticing than being the observed. 

      ‶ MR. BARNES, ″      a voice says, reentering the lab to begin the introduction. He lifts his head and pushes off from the counter he’d been leaning against. They step aside to reveal her. And there she is; the smartest woman in the world. The monicker alone is enough to astonish                  recognizing her from a different world is on an entirely different plane of incredulity. No, he does not give away the shock or the recognition to the rest of her accompanying entourage. Secrets he has mastered, and knowing when they are meant to be kept is a talent of his. So he extends his hand as a stranger.

      ‶ James Barnes. ″  

                                                Send 💓 for a heated kiss.

    her being stretches farther then he can reach, and the human mind can comprehend. (she is only in halves, this form he thinks) half cosmos half woman, how can he begin to even describe her? perhaps at the beginning? vast and dark with planets and moons that glitter in her hair – her eyes. even her lashes that drip shooting stars. “have you ever tried to hold a Galaxy?” Stephen’s voice is lost in her sky that bleeds into Earth’s own. maybe this is her beginning? 

    one thing he is sure of, there is no ending to her. limitless. a great shift and sigh, the dress he remembers her in when she took the facade of a mortal. it flows like an ocean before him now, nebulas that reach towards her open chest. cracked and full of life, spilling laughter and comets that chase each other’s tails.

    “who are you?” quiet now, his voice echoes in her celestial body. then he feels her hand brush his. he has a beginning. slowly he slips his fingers into hers. “you are first, -” then his other hand, steady and still, finds her other hand. “middle.” then another hand, and another, and another – a thousand spring forth from his own conjuring. crude and childish compared to her magic. “last.” Doctor Stephen Strange makes no mistake; he knows she lets him gather her up. pull her into a form he can hold with only two arms. “Galaxy she.” close now, so close he can collect her to him. “you.” 

    bright eyes, the curve of her face, her hair that crowns her twists and invites him in. and the kiss that comes next only lasts minutes in this reality. but a thousand in a thousand other realities. stacked upon another, all taking place simultaneously. he has kissed her a thousand times with the same fervor and thirst. he is almost sorry how greedy he holds her to him, how she sighs into his mouth; he had the privilege of holding a Galaxy. “you, Queen of Keplar IV ; Ixora W. Queens.” and when dawn comes, again, she leads him to her ocean.