The Sorcerer's Apprentice {Stephen Strange}

Twenty-Two

More Than A Woman by Bee Gees

"I suppose I could stay a bit longer... I don't have much to do anyway," Emerson lies. She has a lot to do including speaking with the gods who can create the elixir. Her mind distracts her from the handsome doctor standing in front of her as she begins to daydream about walking again. Softly shaking her head and putting on a playful grin, she looks back up at him. Stephen gives her a small smile and she points a finger at the man. "I'm only doing this because it's your birthday and there are free cocktails," Emerson says matter-of-factly. Strange raises his eyebrows and parts his lips as if he were about to say something he shouldn't but he decides against it. Emerson turns around in her chair to go back to the room but he stops her, his hand resting on her shoulder. The cold emitting from his fingertips sends shivers down Emerson's arm.

"I can summon the cloak for you if you'd like..." he suggests but his hands are already leaving Emerson's shoulders and moving to create a portal. The orange light glows before the cloak comes flying towards Emerson, latching itself around her shoulders, and lifting her from her chair.

"I was going to say no thank you but it's too late for that," Emerson mumbles, slightly embarrassed to use the cloak in front of everyone at the party. Floating in the sky, her feet a few inches off the floor makes her like the odd one out.

"It was rhetorical. I was going to summon it anyways," he smirks. A cocky attitude radiates off of him tonight; maybe it's because it's his birthday or maybe it's because his past lover is near. "A thank you would be acceptable."

"And just because of that comment I'm going to give you the middle finger and walk- well, float off now. Oh my god, you drive me nuts sometimes," Emerson rolls her eyes. An awkwardness surrounds her as she silently wishes his hand would place itself back on her body.

"I'm anything but a god. If I were a god you'd be on your knees bowing in front of me, but I do appreciate the gesture," he flirts. The image of Stephen's lean body towering over Emerson's small frame flashes through her mind as she imagines sitting on her knees in front of him.

"I wasn't calling you a-"

"Sure you weren't," he comments leaving Emerson at a loss for words. The doctor walks off with a shit-eating grin and a pep in his step. Absolutely stunned, the sergeant floats a few inches off the ground while staring at the back of the sorcerer's head. Rolling her eyes in amusement, Emerson makes her way back to the group.

"Back so soon?" Bucky questions and Tony Stark lets out a laugh.

"What can I say? She just couldn't resist a Stark party..." Tony quips making Emerson giggle.

"Would you like a drink?" Bucky asks making the sergeant turn her head towards him with a huge smile.

"I would love one, please," Emerson answers as she sits down on the sofa, the cloak unwrapping itself from her body and floating upright beside her.

"Woah, now that is fuckin' weird," Sam Wilson comments as he eyes the cloak up and down. "It's just standing there."

"It can't stand, dumbass," Clint pokes fun at Sam before taking a bite from his bag of M&M's. "It doesn't have legs, does it?" He asks sarcastically.

"I mean, technically it's levitating," Emerson butts in, correcting them. Bucky hands her the drink and she takes a sip, barely tasting any alcohol. "Mm, what is this? Water?" The sergeant sarcastically asks.

"Ha! Your beverages are weak, Tin Man," Thor laughs at Bucky before standing up from his seat. "Little Moore, would you care for a real drink?"