𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍..
Not all heroes get remembered and surely not all heroes have it all; this story is about the hero who was never where she was supposed to be. Wrong place, wrong time, life gets confusing until a...
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Sanctum Sanctorum from Peter's world shook in a gentle earthquake and awoke its Sorcerer Supreme from a gentle nap he has fallen into during his watch of the monitoring spell him and Sierra casted, to watch the Multiverse's crack while they prepared to heal it. Wong has been taking a lot of shifts into this guarding, something for which Stephen was eternally grateful; but he simply had gathered one too many duties in the last months, since the downfall of Thanos and Daisy's departure for an unknown period of time, all leaving their world in a molten, steady chaos, whispering through cracks and counting on people like him to deal with every single peril.
Exhaustion was tugging his eyes when dust from the tall ceilings tickled into his moustache like little pollen carried slowly through the energy-rich air. In his lap laid heavily the reminders of all he had left to do, namely a couple of cassettes with a peculiar scent of mysticism to them; nothing Stephen wanted to deal with when his whole body begged for sleep, even more so then it did in his years in medical school.
His cloak's collar slapped him awake and pointed towards the glowing spell, floating in front of his comfortable armchair.
Though he blinked slowly at first, definitely annoyed with his friend's insensitivity, be them an animated object or not, as soon as his eyes focused out of a blur, he pushed himself out of the armchair and scattered all his received cassettes across the floors. Some broke, some just opened and his armchair slid back with a creak.
Dr. Stephen Strange was gaping at a crack as big as his own head, carved into the mirrors of the Multiverse. A breaking sound lingered like a little evil laugh, taunting him from the monitoring spell glowing in whiteness and faint yellow, all across the wide room.
Heavy steps jumped down the middle stairs and took a turn. In just a second, Wong entered the room, out of air from the rush he had to wake up and arrive, "I felt-" His words stopped in his throat, releasing instead a gasp of despair, seeing as the cracks were almost fully back. "But..."
"We need to call Sierra here."
"Way ahead of you," Sierra Harss' voice came clashed with the silent scream of the energy used in the portal through which Danny Rand helped her walk. They left behind the hall of K'un-Lun's main temple, where a dragon friend and many Masters seemed to watch them go with an expectation of bad omens. The portal closed shut into a bright dot and disappeared behind the couple. "I felt it too," Sierra muttered. "But it can't be the bad guys I returned to normal, since those spells are not reversible."
"It's Peter," Stephen frowned down a little glare, not necessarily intended to be aimed at Sierra, whose fatigue was starting to take dangerously from her health. The last thing she needed was an added stress from him, who previously even offered his medical expertise, before Danny insisted K'un-Lun had better means of healing. He took that one personal, but this reaction was not a consequence, yet simply something he couldn't help. That bitterness in his voice which followed was out of his control, "We should have brought him back when we had the chance."
