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Y/N ex-Hydra agent, or more like ex-Hydra captive, has had powers since the day she was born. Years into her life, Hydra found out and captured her, she worked alongside many, including the Maximoff twins, but was always uncaptured. Wha...
"So the store?" Stephen asked from where he was laying, with his head on your chest. The two of you had been laying in his bed for the past hour just talking, about his work and the Avengers, and also cuddling.
"I was really hoping that you would forget."
"Y/N I was a doctor and am now one of the most powerful if not the most powerful sorcerer on the planet, I have an excellent memory."
"Show off," you grumbled as you shoved him off of your chest, sitting up in the bed. "I'll make a deal with you."
"What?"
"I'll tell you if you make me breakfast and let me eat it in here with you."
"Deal. By the way, I was already going to make you breakfast."
"Now. Shoo! Go make the queen some breakfast!" you pushed him off his bed, then took all the blankets and cuddled underneath them, hoping to take a small nap before this afternoon.
- a little time skip brought by Wong going to the fight club-
"Y/N. Wake up. I have breakfast," Stephen said pulling off the covers and exposing you to the sunlight in the room.
"Ugh. Too bright," you grumbled trying to pull the covers back and go back under.
"It's waffles."
"You could have just said that waffles are life. Forget about work and friends."
"I don't know whether to be sad or impressed by your love for waffles."
"Be impressed. It's not every day you find a girl with a love for waffles."
Stephen placed down the tray with breakfast on your lap. It looked delicious, the waffles had all sorts of topping and he had a tray of fruit on the side with a glass of (favorite) juice.
"Holy shit. Stephen, I didn't know you could make something like this."
"You'd be impressed at what I can do for you."
"You flirt," trying to hide your blush by stuffing a large bite of waffles in your mouth.
"Like you aren't," you blushed even more at that.
"Want some blueberries?"
"Sure. They're my favorites." (AN: This is my headcanon)
The rest of the meal was silent with you focused on devouring your waffles and fruit and Stephen watching you and smiling. She's so adorable sometimes.
"What did you say?" you asked in the middle of eating your last waffle.
"Nothing," Stephen replied, he could have sworn he said that in his mind.
"Don't believe that but okay," you went back to finishing your waffles as Stephen once again watched.
"So you still have to uphold your end of the deal."
"Let me brush my teeth and stuff first. Geez, you're like a high school girl obsessed with all the drama about you."
"You do realize you're supposed to wait 30 minutes after eating."
"Yeah, but having morning breath doesn't really fit well with this chapter," Y/N winked at the sky.
"I'm going insane."
"No, you're not Stephen. It's just me," then she whispers, "and the author writing this 4th wall break."
"Now," she told him, "go brush your teeth."
"Fine," the sorcerer stalked over to his bathroom. You opened a portal to your room at the tower and grabbed some clothes to change into along with your bathroom essentials. "Stephen, can I come in?"
"Mhmm," a muffled voice replied from the bathroom while the door opened. It was quite hilarious seeing the sorcerer standing in his pajamas brushing his teeth, thankfully he had decided to put a shirt on, you weren't sure how much longer you would last without it on.
Eventually, you kicked him out of the bathroom to change into some more presentable clothes for the day, which really was just a casual tunic you stole from the sanctum, but hey it was better than pajamas. It also was Strange's bathroom and he made that very clear.
"Y/N. Let me in. This isn't funny, I need to get ready too."
"Nope it's my b-day, I get this as a present."
"Fine, then I'll keep asking you about the Natasha situation."
"I hate you."
"No, you love me."
"Frick you."
"Love you too." That sentence made your heart flutter, you know he didn't mean it in a romantic way but still, you couldn't help but cherish the little moment.
"There Streaks." Letting him in the bathroom and brushing past him, hitting his shoulder. Little did you know that your action didn't just cause your heart to speed up but also his.
"Where did Streaks come from?" Stephen's muffled voice asked from behind the door.
"Your hair. The cute little grey streaks in it."
"You think they're cute?" Stephen asked popping his head out from the door to see your flustered face and laugh at it.
"Don't laugh at my misery," your muffled voice said from the pillow you used to cover up your blush.
"Well if it helps I think your hair is cute, especially when it's messy."
"Gods," groaning into the pillow, "again. You are a flirt. You're worse than Tony even."
"So," Stephen made his way over and sat on the bed, "are you gonna tell me?"
"Fine. It's just that Nat and Wanda are convinced that we have something going on. They have it in their heads that you like me."
"Do you think I do?" He asked cheekily smiling at you.
Making a quick decision, you decided that if this man was going to tease you, you damn well were going to tease him right back. You leaned closer till your faces were inches apart, "Maybe I do think so."
"Well, maybe you have me all figured out," he whispered while looking at your eyes. The quick glimpses to his lip were all he needed to be confident that he was making the right decision. "May I?"
"Yes," you murmured before he captured your lips in a gentle and chaste kiss. Fireworks seemed to go off between the two of you as you moved to deepen it only moving apart to get air. "Damn it, I've wanted to do that for too long."
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AN: Don't come at me for what I said about brushing your teeth. My dentist always tells me to do it after but ik that some people do it before... Why is life so confusing? Anyways really tempted not to publish the next chapter of this until I get more followers cause I'm just evil like that
