Only a scar: Doctor Strange x Fem!reader

Chapter 3 - Moving in

"So, back in New York, prices are pretty high," your friend quips once the party was over, Avengers helping clean up while others had drinks.

"I was wondering if I could stay here in the tower?" You look at Anna who was combing her hair through an asleep trickster god in her lap.

"I don't think there's any space, a lot of SHIELD agents are staying in the spare rooms and floors," Anna shrugs. "I know a place though, and I know you like staying around other heroes,"

"Where is it?"

"117A Blecker Street," she points out the window to the alight building. "The Sanctum-"

"Where Strange stays? Yeah, no thank you,"

"Come on, Y/n, just try! It's a pretty big building so you'd hardly even interact," she persists. "And besides, would you rather have to endure Stark 24/7 or Strange who is trying to avoid you as much as you're trying to avoid him?"

"Fine! Fine," you agree at long last, Loki fluttering his eyes open to glare. "What?"

"Shut up," he gets up and drags Anna away. "Say your goodbyes, it's bed time," he grumbles with a yawn.

"Night, Y/n!" Anna waves before following Loki down the hall to his room.

"I'm going to suffer,"

"Can't be worse than a Hydra base," Sam shrugs as he grabbed some empty bottles.

"Oh, trust me, it will be," you assure.

~~~

Holding your small suitcase in hand, you knock twice on the door that late night to have Wong thankfully answer. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked, his white and baby blue striped PJs and matching pom-pom tipped hat making him look adorable.

"Need a place to stay, Anna said you may have a vacancy?"

"Why of course," he ushers you in without hesitation. "Follow me," he trudges down the halls with a yawn.

"This is the farthest from Strange's room right?" You question subtly.

"Uh... yes," he answers doubtfully, too tired to focus. "Please, make yourself at home," a small slip of paper was handed over.

"Wifi?"

"We're not heathens," Wong hums before waving you goodnight tired-grandfather style.

Dust lined the bedframe as well as the oak desk, the moonlight showing the lingering age within the air. Wallpaper peeled as the cool interior spoke distant and unwelcoming, all that urged your embrace being the bare, old mattress.

"Home sweet home,"

~~~

Hours of the night were spent to fix up your little abode to the best of your ability. Tomorrow would be spent going out to get supplies and other items beyond the few things you had in storage. By sunrise you were passed out against a single pillow and under an old blanket, waking up only around 1PM.

"Decent amount of sleep... odd," you hum, looking at the time. Stretching as groggily as possible, you slipped on some comfy clothes before venturing out to where Wong had mentioned the kitchen was.

You sing lazily along with your phone letting the song simmer in the afternoon air. Dancing awkwardly with two eggs in one hand, you toss some bread in the toaster.

Sizzling with small pops, the aroma drifted throughout the sanctum.

Stephen raised a brow, smile widening. "Finally, Wong is cooking," he looked really surprised, even more so when he saw Wong walking down the hall towards the kitchen. "Wong?"