[CONTAINS SMUT] ‼️18+‼️
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Scars are permanent. So are first impressions. Due to the attitude and comments Stephen Strange has made towards Y/n there's no surprise she despised him. Thinking no more of her after a few encounters he was struck with...
His eyes lingered on the steaming food in front of him. Aromas of spice and herbs emitting from the freshly cooked meal making his stomach reluctantly grumble. Strange would have refused to eat in pure spite, perhaps even eaten and pretended to hate it even though he knew that it was a blatant lie. He didn't know you were a cook, let alone such a good one; of course Christine might have said it once or twice.
"She makes such good comfort food, it might help," Christine suggests while Stephen paced his apartment with a scowl.
"Who?" He stopped in question, looking up from his scarred hands; of course he knew who Christine was talking about but you were the last person he wanted to talk to.
"Y/n?... Never mind," she sighs.
"Hope you like it," you lay the tea towel on your shoulder while putting the now clean frying pan in its place.
Wong expressed his thanks as Strange sat down, piling his plate up while you walked away, his eyes moving from the food to you. Why was he surprised that it was delicious? It smelled amazing, looked wonderful, and tasted twice as good. But his pride wouldn't allow him to mutter a thanks.
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You rummage in your bag for change, just enough for a snack from the vending machine. "Dammit," patting down your pockets for something, nothing turned up.
"Where are you going?"
You look up to see Stephen walking by with a book, his yellow gloves on per usual. "Work... but I don't have change," now was not the time to deal with the pompous sorcerer.
"Can't you just create a portal?"
"Not for transport, dipshit, I wanted a snack from the cafeteria," groaning lightly, you snap shut your bag. "I may be back in a few, so tell Wong, I doubt you care as much,"
"I don't," Stephen admits, walking off and ignoring your mocking face.
"Asshole," you shut the sanctum door and shiver at the cool air, wrapping your coat tighter around you before feeling a ruffle in a pocket.
Try not to go too crazy with the sugar - S. Strange
Within a small napkin with a note written upon it was a good amount of money. "Still an asshole," you mumble with a smile playing at your lips.
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Spinning your pen with the tip bleeding into the paper it was forced against, Fury's voice bored you to no end, your mind wandering slightly. The biggest smile, dreamy and lovesick moving against your face as Maria rolls her eyes.
"Y/n," she snaps her fingers twice as Steve sighed into his palm.
"Wanda, what could she be thinking about?"
"Oh, I wonder as well," the witch let her magic flood into your mind, your thought and focus clear. "Her lunch,"
"Damn right," you giggle lazily, looking up to Fury's glare. "Sorry, Fuzzy, I don't know why this concerns me,"
"Ha, fuzzy," Clint snickers.
"Because you are a SHIELD agent, and the only skilled one as back up that's not a full time Avenger," Fury growls in annoyance. "Now, back to the plan?"
"Whatever," time soon passed like steeping tea letting you leave with Clint, Nat, Cap and Wanda who were set out on the mission.
"How's living in the sanctum?" Wanda nudges you as Nat lays an arm over your shoulder.
"Annoying, but the sunset is wonderful,"
"I still don't understand why you like them so much, it's a sunset," Clint jogs up, walking backwards in front of you three as Cap walked beside Wanda.
"Because none is quite the same, you idiot, they're also calming, beautiful, romantic,"
"Mhm... says the one who hasn't dated since they were 25,"
"First of all, shut up, you're dating an easy bake oven," you snark to Wanda. "Secondly, I've been on plenty of dates!" They all walk through into the sanctum.
"And how many did you follow up with a second?" Steve raises a brow.
"You've had a crush on the same woman for 70 years, shut up," spinning to life another portal for the boys, they walk towards it.
"All I'm saying is-"
"Sorry, what? Didn't quite catch that!" You yell at the closing portal as the girls laugh.
"But he's right, you know? You need to get back in the game, Y/n," Nat was cut off when you raised a finger.
"You have no say, you can't admit you like Bruce," your comment left her gob smacked.
"Fine, how about we give you a few options?" Wanda watched as you grabbed a drink from the fridge. "Loki,"
"He's dating Anna,"
"And? She'd happily be Poly if it's with you," Nat caught the drink you slid across the island table to her.
"She would be Poly with literally anyone," you deadpan. "Why do you care so much? I love being single!"
"Yet here you are begging for affection and cuddles from literally anyone.
"So, if you're so insistent, who else could I possibly date?"
"Judging by your former taste in men, someone confident, cocky, secretly insecure, would give you the world and incredibly smart," Nat lists off.
"Okay, let's try to describe anyone but the fictional male love interest in a enemies to lovers," you fill a bowl up with crisps as well as another with sweets. "Besides, no one is actually like that,"
"Yeah, well you'd be surprised," Anna suddenly appears with Strange in tow, holding parchment the part-time writer had promised to hand over. "I got Loki, you could probably find some smart asshole to fall in love with you," she winks.
"Mhm, right, well, hope you enjoy writing me up into one of your fantasy books," you wink back while Wanda and Nat smack their foreheads. "What?? No one like that exists! And if he did he'd be taken, e.g. Loki, Tony, etc.,"
"Poly," Anna coughs as you purse your lips at her amusement. "Wow, and to think I deserved that comedian of the year award,"
"Who gave you that?"
"'Myself, because only my opinion matters," she clicks her fingers before turning to leave. "Gotta go simp, see ya!" She yells from the exit. Strange glanced from the door to you, averting when Wanda raised a brow to his look.
"Will you two be staying for dinner?" Stephen coughs suddenly.
"Most likely, hope you don't mind, Strange," Nat hums, grabbing a bowl alongside Wanda.
"Not at all, hopefully someone can monitor Y/n's volume without her throwing a tantrum," he spun on his heel and walked away.
"Douche," you grumble against your drink before walking up the stairs.
"Confident, cocky, secretly insecure, would give you the world and incredibly smart," Nat gawks to the witch who does a double take.
"You guys coming?"
"Yup!" They tell before running after you.
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Yes another chapter, because I'm feeling very nice... also the way I nearly wrote episode and not chapter-
