The Sorcerer's Apprentice {Stephen Strange}

Thirty-Four

Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band

Disappointment floods the sergeant when she wakes up in her bed all alone. Strange must have woken up and left probably ashamed of cuddling with Emerson. He probably regrets getting close to her just like he did last time. Emerson shouldn't be surprised he couldn't hold up his promise. It's Strange she's talking about. The sergeant finally had a fulfilling sleep-- she managed to get all the necessary shut-eye.

Emerson climbs out of bed, resting her feet on the ground before stepping up and climbing out of bed. Still half asleep, she rubs her eyes before pulling on a pair of pants. Well, that was fast.

Wait. Emerson looks down towards the ground seeing herself easily walking and doing her daily routine. She's walking. She's really walking. Ecstatic, she lets out a squeal of surprise that comes out sounding like a scream. Less than a second after her yell, Strange comes bursting into the room carrying a mixing bowl and a whisk.

"What's wrong?" His face is full of worry until he sees the smile on the sergeant's face while she stands.

"Look at me! I-I can fucking walk!" Emerson beams, jumping up and down in excitement. She jogs in place before doing jumping jacks. "This is all I've wanted," she whispers while tears form in the corners of her eyes. A small, but barely noticeable pain trails up her legs as her body must still be healing.

"So there wasn't an emergency?" He questions as he puts the whisk back in the bowl and begins mixing. A smile appears on his face before he speaks up again. "How do pancakes sound?"

"I'm more of a waffles girl, but pancakes will suffice."

"I think we have a waffle maker somewhere in this place," Strange thinks aloud as he turns to go find it. Emerson takes a step forward, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

"You ran in here ready to defend me with pancake batter?" Emerson whispers, pulling him closer. A laugh ripples through the sorcerer as he looks down at the bowl in his hands.

"And a whisk," he winks before leaning down and placing a kiss on the sergeant's head. Emerson lets out a small giggle before speaking up.

"Now you can finally kiss me without breaking your back doing so."

"I never minded," Strange mumbles into her hair before moving his lips down to hers. Emerson closes her eyes as their lips lock. The spark between the two ignites, sending warmth down the sergeant's core. Strange darts his tongue into the kiss, something he doesn't often do. Emerson's arms wrap around him before the sorcerer pulls away to speak. "I'm still breaking my back considering how short you are."

"Maybe I'll need an elixir for that too, huh," Emerson jokes only to earn a playful glare from the sorcerer. "I'm joking, I'm joking."

"It's hard to tell," the sorcerer quips before walking towards the kitchen. "Care to help?"

"Depends. Only if you fight me in the Kamar Taj courtyard after this..."

"Why, so all of the apprentices can watch me beat your ass in a spar?" The sorcerer chuckles as he makes his way to the kitchen to finish making breakfast for the two of them.

***

"Where is she?" Wong questions as he stands beside Strange in the courtyard.

"No idea. Maybe I should check on-"

"Sorry I'm a little late," the sergeant speaks up from behind the two sorcerers. Strange turns around to see Emerson in the robes he gave her. A smirk appears on his face as she walks up to greet him.

"You look amazing," Strange whispers as he turns away from her, walking towards the courtyard. Emerson finishes tying up her hair to keep it out of the way.