"So, just how ancient is she?" Stephen asked Mordo as they prepared to train.
"No one knows the age of the Sorcerer Supreme. Only that she is Celtic and never talks about her past." Mordo replied.
"You follow her even though you don't know?"
"I know that she's steadfast, but unpredictable. Merciless, yet kind. She made me what I am. Trust your teacher. And don't lose your way."
"Like Kaecilius?"
"That's right."
"You knew him."
"When he first came to us, he'd lost everyone he ever loved. He was a grieving and broken man, searching for answers in the mystic arts. A brilliant student, but he was proud, headstrong. Questioned the Ancient One, rejected our teaching. He left Kamar-Taj. His disciples followed him like sheep seduced by false doctrine."
They started sparing. Mordo locked Stephen in a headlock, but he responded with elbowing him in the ribs. They circled each other with smirks on their faces.
"He stole the forbidden ritual, right?" Stephen asked as he threw a punch, which Mordo easily blocked.
"Yeah." Mordo grunted as he dodged Stephen's next few blows.
"What did it do?"
"No more questions."
"What's that?" Stephen pointed to the short staff Mordo was holding.
"That's a question."
"Heh."
"This is a relic. Some magic is too powerful to sustain, so we imbue objects with it. Allowing them to take the strain we can not. This is the Staff of the Living are many Wand of Watoomb." Mordo grabbed the ends of his staff and pulled, revealing a whip made of electricity. "The Bolting Boots of Voltor!" Mordo clicked his heels.
"They just roll of the tongue, don't they? When do I get my relic?" Stephen asked.
"When you're ready."
"I think I'm ready."
"You're ready when the relic decides you're ready." Mordo smirked. "For now, conjure a weapon."
"Are relics alive?" Peter asked.
"In a way, yes." Wong said. "But not all of them are. For example, the Cloak of Levitation is alive in some way, but The Wand of Watoomb is less so."
"Its artificial intelligence, obviously." Tony said. He reached over and touched the end of the Cloak of Levitation. "However, I'm confused on how you can fit a fully functioning AI chip in something so- ow!
The Cloak of Levitation had slapped Tony's hand. Hard.
"You need to teach your cloak some manners." Tony sniffed.
"You need to be nicer to Levy." Peter scolded.
"Uh... What's a Levy?" Stephen asked.
"Its my nickname for the Cloak. Levy. Its short for Levitation." Peter grinned.
"Yeah." Stephen brought his hands together and slowly separated them, revealing an orange rope made of electricity. He jumped back when Mordo brought his staff down and began hitting Strange, which Strange was able to block.
"Fight! Fight like your life depended on it!" Mordo shouted as he jumped up. As he stepped his boots made little platforms for him to step on. He darted in the air and ran above Stephen, before dropping down and kicking him in the back. Stephen fell to the ground and tried to scurry to his feet, but Mordo knocked him back down. Stephen turned onto his back and tried to crawl away on his elbows. "Because one day, it may."
"Okay, that was not a fair fight." Clint said. "You should demand a rematch now that you got Levy."
Peter beamed when Clint used the nickname he invented, and Stephen scowled.
"Okay, there is no way we're calling the Cloak of Levitation Levy-" Stephen scowled.
"Awww, but he likes it." Peter whined.
