[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...
"This is getting boring," you float towards Stephen who was playing operation, also in his astral form, while the team was half awake in the sanctum living room, too many drinks after Tony ran out in the tower.
"I'm aware, my darling," he kisses your cheek sweetly. "I have an idea, though," he winces at the buzz, pushing it away in annoyance.
"And what do you have planned, Doc?"
"Just you wait,"
Sending your forms back into your physical bodies, there was a small yawn from Anna who suddenly hit the ground with a thud, everyone jolting awake. "I'm o-gay,"
"Don't you mean 'okay'?"
"Same thing, just not fruit flavored," she says in a drunken state.
"Well, I think that's enough for tonight," Strange claps his hands together, getting up and pointing towards a portal. "Come on, darling, it's bed time,"
Your eyes widen slightly, a smile tugging from his sly move, the team in complete rictus. "Yeah, but if you steal the blanket again, then it's the floor for you," sliding into his arm, you shared a short kiss.
Pulling apart, the team was stood with mouths dropped to the ground and wrinkles forming on their face. Most thought they had seen things, others checking their cups.
"I can confirm, we just saw that, because I'm pretty sure I'm not drunk," Bruce nods, walking through the portal.
"What the f-" orange sparks over took the team, shutting instantly as you smirk at Stephen.
"You're smart,"
"I'm not a doctor from pure chance, Y/n," he lifts you into his arms. "And for the record, I do not steal the blanket,"
"Well..." you tease, giggling at his given look.
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"How long?!" The Avengers seemed to have decided storming the sanctum at 9 AM on a Sunday was a good idea. They found you cooking breakfast, Stephen pouring your morning coffee/tea as well as his.
"How long what?" You layer a plate with eggs and bacon, handing it to Strange while taking your cup, a kiss placed on his cheek.
"This??" Wanda gestures between you both.
"4 months?" You look to the sorcerer who peers at the calendar.
"5, actually," he shrugs, crossing out the day with a marker.
"Huh," humming softly, you let Cloaky place over your shoulders while you ate. The Cloak held your phone while you scrolled through articles in the news. "Oh, look, Christine won an award,"
"Should we send a card or flowers?" He continues reading the newspaper fetched this morning.
"Both, maybe even choclate- hey, Peter, could you swing by an address to drop this off?" A bouquet and card was wrapped along with a box of chocolates.
"She likes Lilies, not Petunias,"
"Sorry to break it to you, dumbass, she likes Petunias and just never argued with Lilies,"
"Seriously??" He looks offended. "Tell her I deserve and apology for being lied to,"
"How about I tell her that you're being a big baby?"
"Woah, woah," Sam waves his hands in the air as Clint stole a piece of toast from the stack along with Pietro. "You still talk to Christine?"
"Duh," raising a brow to him, Nat was quick to clear things up.
"Unlike you guys, Y/n isn't a child," the Widow sits down beside you. "Stephen and Christine have been friends for a long time, so have Y/n and her, so if they want to stay friends then let them,"
"And Christine is very nice and wouldn't do anything like that," Vision adds, Wanda nodding in agreement.
"Exactly," Anna smiles. "But also because I'm bored of the vengeful ex trope," she shrugs.
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Watching the movie before you both, Stephen was enjoying the quiet time alone. With his hand holding yours against his chest and the other playing mindlessly with the ends of your hair, he couldn't help but start to pay attention to the scene between the main character and love interest.
"Is this a date?"
"Only if you want it to be," they look at the candle lit dinner, romantic setting and expensive wine.
He thought for a moment, Strange did, just wondering about whether you and him had actually gone on a date. "Y/n?"
"Yeah?" You diverted your attention for one second to peer up.
"Have we been on a date? A proper one?"
"And what do you mean by proper?" You gesture to the empty plates and blanket over your both. "This could count as a date," you then point up to the screen, "or you could only count that as a date,"
"What do you count as a date?"
"Two people interested in each other enjoying spending time together doing an activity," you then sat up. "And before you start doubting yourself, or rambling questions, yes, I do enjoy spending time like this," kissing the corner of his lip softly, he pulled you into his lap without hesitation.
"Would you ever want to go on a date like that?" He felt you nuzzle into his neck.
"I don't care about fancy stuff like that, just as long as there is thought," cupping his face once pulled away, you trace both thumbs over his cheek bones. "You could literally bring me to a museum and I'd be happy as long as you were,"
"Even after 6 months?"
"Even after almost 6 months," you assure. "Maybe we could do some fancy dinner this Friday when it actually does become 6 months, but if we're too lazy, let's just stay in and watch a horror movie,"
"Alright," he lets you hug back into his chest. "As long as you're happy," he hums, kissing the crown of your head softly.
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