[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...
"Well, Cloaky is okay, so that's all that matters," you sigh out, feeling the fabric tug you between it and Strange. "I love you too, buddy,"
"All that matters?!" Thor dropped to the ground. "My child is dead!"
"It's a hammer, brother," Loki pats Thor's head.
"His name is Jonathan!" Anna yells in offence. "It will be okay, we will get Lucille the help he needs," assurance was given to Thor. "We will save you, Jeff," Anna whispers to the hammer.
"He used like three different names, but we can ignore that," Peter points with a look of despair.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine," MJ nudges Peter, leaning into his arms while gently nudging Ned to calm down.
"MJ is right, we'll be fine," Bruce pushes his glasses up. "All we have to do is... avoid staying in one place for too long,"
"You want us to explore?? Do you not care about me?!" Sam lets his jaw drop.
"Sacrifice me, I have a death wish," Anna accepts fate.
"Darling, no," Loki pats Anna's head who looks up with a glare. "Get up off the ground like a good boy,"
"Hear that? I'm a good boy," he giggles smugly and jumping up as Thor continues to weep. "Alright, everyone split up-"
"He's gone insane,"
"Thank you for finally catching up," Anna pats Bucky's head. "Let's just stay in groups of two or more,"
"You just want to fuck Loki," you cough.
"Unless you wanna join I suggest you keep your little Paris fantasy to yourself," he glares. "And this place is filthy, I was just going to make out,"
"You two are unbelievable," Steve drops his head into his palms.
"You and Stark were going to go do it, don't even lie," Nat says slyly.
"Exposed," Ned whistles as Peter laughs quietly.
"I have standards, no matter how tempting that ass is," Tony shoves past the assassin and looks up the stairs. "Bruce-y, Sparkles, you're with me,"
"Sam, Buck, let's go," Steve gestures them over.
"I'll go with the kids," Nat volunteers.
"Vis and I will be fine," Wanda nods.
"I guess I'm left to protect doctor goatee," you lower your head in defeat as he nudges you playfully. "Which leaves- well, they're gone," you murmur at the now missing Loki and Anna. "Where to first?"
"We'll check out whatever scared those idiots," Wanda volunteers with a hesitant Vision.
"Well, we're going anywhere but near there, Doc," you look to Strange only for the house to growl, lights flickering and shutting off making everyone including you scream. Flushing into Stephen's chest, the cloak wrapped closer around you as the sorcerer held you close.
Pitch black with nothing but a little bit of light from the barricaded windows. Within seconds Anna was stumbling out the main hall and fixing his tie, leaving Loki to catch up. "Every man for himself!" He yells to his boyfriend who gapes in offense.
"Anna!" Loki calls after with a frightened cry. "Don't leave me!" The god barged the door open as he runs after him.
"Four down and not even an hour in, you all are cowards," Natasha gets out her phone for light only to see it glitch. "What the hell?"
"We're not meant to use phones, Miss Romanoff," Ned whispers, referring to rules..
"Phone's down anyways," she stuffs it back into her pocket. "Okay, everyone find something, torch, candle, anything,"
"I have matches," Bruce digs out a small box which seemed to be a survival match, not made of wood or paper but merely metal. "Well... a match,"
"No light, no magic, no idea what the layout is, we are utterly fucked," Sam claps before patting for Bucky and Steve to follow. "We'll check upstairs,"
"Come on," you take a hold of Stephen's suit and drag him to the kitchen. "Maybe we can find a weapon,"
"What are we going to do? Stab the ghost?" He muses while letting his glove collect dust.
"Nope, I'm going to stab Stark for locking us in this shit- and before you start, I know we can leave, I just want that damn money," with you frantically searching for any sharp object, Stephen looked over while closing the above head cabinets.
"Y/n, are you alright?"
"Hm? What? Uh, yeah I'm all good," you kneel down and look under the sink as he gives a knowing look, moving down to your height, a hand on your shoulder. "I'm fine, Stephen,"
"What's wrong?" He tried to meet your eye.
"Uhm," you hold your breath. "You know when you forget your sling ring? And you're in emanate danger? Yeah, that's how I'm kinda feeling without my powers right now," pressing your hand against your chest, you take a big breath before standing up. "But I'm fine,"
He didn't buy this one bit, instead looking down at you with an exasperated look. "Nothing will happen to you, it's just some stupid haunted house they must have rigged to stop all our powers," his voice was soft, a calming tone, down an octave or so to fit his volume. "You'll be fine, I'll keep you safe, I promise,"
"Can't let the others hear you say that, almost makes it seem like you care about me," crossing your arms and leaning against the counter, a weary smile played at your lips, eyeing his leather shoes as a distraction.
"How awful that would be," he jokes, holding your chin and rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "When we win this, how about we get those donuts and you can choose any movie?"
"That sounds nice," evening your breath out, the silence was broken when you raised your hand to his, pulling away the glove to leave his hand bare. "It's nicer when it's skin on skin and not leather on skin,"
"If you insist," he mutters under his breath.
"You missed the chance at a horny joke, I'm disappointed," as you laughed, he couldn't help but admire the stream of moonlight hit the apple of your cheeks as they pushed upwards with your lips. Your lips. The smooth red lipstick, outlining the edges all around what he could only imagine to be soft.
"Unlike you my head isn't always in the gutter," while he lowers his hand, you couldn't help but miss the contact, black leather slipping into his pocket. "Let's keep looking,"
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