[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...
With cardboard boxes stacked by the bed, empty glasses and used napkins on the bed side table, the soft chirps from the early morning birds drifted into Stephen's ears like the sunlight did his eyes. Curled hands in your grasp and bodies entangled in the sheets, the usual lonely feeling was replaced by the soft embrace of you.
To him he couldn't think of a better sight. Hair covering your face was pushed back as his thumb rubbed your cheek. Sitting up a little to check the time, he ran his own fingers through his hair before looking down at you with a smile.
"You're staring," you murmur, stretching lazily and tugging the covers closer.
"I wasn't staring," he scoffs.
"Mhm," duvet hooding over your head to keep in the warmth, you watched him walk to the bathroom. "Come back to bed, Stephen, you can be responsible in an hour," dropping back against the pillows again, you hear his chuckle.
"You sleep in, I need to make sure the relics are fine," he pulls on his robes, adjusting the eye to sit properly around his neck. Soon that was done, he kneels down beside the bed, lifting to spot your scowl. "Come on, princess, be glad I'm not making you get up as well,"
"Over my dead body,"
"Exactly," he pokes your nose. "Just remember to either call in to work that you're either sick or get there on time, alright?"
"Very contradicting morals about responsibility, Doc,"
"Just don't get in trouble with Fury," his pinky raised up. "Promise?"
"That pirate knows I'm lazy, he's gotten used to it," shuffling closer, you pucker your lips for a kiss only for him to stand up. "That was rude,"
"At least have breakfast," he persists, trying to get something out of you. "If you say an innuendo I will leave," he deadpans.
"You ruin all the fun,"
Stephen smiles proudly, "I'm aware,"
You tilt your head as he sorts through some books on his desk, getting rid of the trash and dishes. "The team still thinks we hate each other," you remind suddenly.
"How do we tell them?"
Waiting for a moment, gears in your head turning, his eyes widen when your eyes brighten with an idea. "We don't!" Your legs swing off the bed.
"What?"
"I want to see how long it takes for them to realize," you scurry over to him. "Please!" You beg.
"I don't know," he leans on the desk and fixes his sleeves.
"It will confuse Tony as payback for all the shit he's done~"
"You had me at payback," Stephen grins, kissing your forehead.
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"Oh look, the asshole is distracted like a child," you grumble, pointing to Stephen, his head lent against his palm with his eyes staring into space.
"Are you still fighting?" Nat looks at you with a concerned look.
"He could be stabbed in this very moment and I wouldn't bat an eye," you smirk, looking back at the file while Tony glances to Wanda, nodding.
"First Y/n, now Stephen," she sighs, crimson shooting into his temple.
"Come on, Princess," Stephen begs to you, hugging you from behind while you place books away. "If you bake we can dance as well~"
"Tempting, but the last time that happened the food turned to charcoal," you start to sway with him along to the tune leaving the record player in the library.
"Dancing in the moonlight~" he kisses your neck softly, then your cheek and temple.
"Stephen, you're not persuading me for the right thing," smacking his head lightly with a book, you could feel his grin.
"And what exactly is this persuading you to do?" He mumbles with a sly undertone. "Come on, Sweetheart~... darling~... mistress~,"
"Oh, you'll get it now, Doc," you glare back at him with a devious look.
"Uh..." Wanda blinks a few time before looking around the group, landing on you with a confused look. She wanted to ask but... you were both still fighting and this wouldn't- this had to be his imagination.
"What is he thinking about?" Steve looks curiously at her inability to form a sentence.
All Wanda does is look between your focused figure and Stephen's mindless tapping. A single clearing of her throat made everyone wide eyed.
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Stephen kisses your shoulder softly, tracing over your scar as your thumb dance lightly over his. Kissing them without thinking, you felt his body relax much more. "How was your day?" he finally asks.
"It was boring, the entire undercover division messed up last month's operation," you tap at your tablet.
"Did you fix it?"
"Of course I did," scoffing lightly, you proudly hold up the corrected reports. "See?"
"That's my girl," he chuckles, "I'm proud of you,"
"What about your day?" You ask as he says the usual, even adding the fact he was able to stop Wong from stealing his lunch.
Afternoons like this were a normal occurrence, and as much as Strange would love to show everyone that you were his—or he was yours, as you'd often correct—there was a thrill to running around in secret like teenagers hiding from strict parents.
Sometimes appearing to kiss you quickly, maybe a little more, in your office. Then there were times when you'd make sure to order him food during the day under his name. Anything you baked for the Avengers and verbally expressed that none were for Stephen, he'd know there was a small stash in his room waiting.
Just small things like these really made his heart swell up with pure joy.
Still, you couldn't believe this romantic man was the same one you begged to avoid almost a year ago.
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