Through The Multiverse [Dr. Strange]

As Long As It Meant You and I

Let me rewind to the times where we never felt ill
We fill our minds with those dreams and we never miss a beat
...
I'd let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes

Finally settling cozy in the chair by the fireplace in our way, I started to think about how good and happy life is. I'm with the man I love and who now loves me, he never lets me forget it. There's an overwhelming happiness over the fact that I've come so far in my journey within the mystic arts and life itself. I lost everything at just eighteen and here I am now about to enter my thirties the happiest I've been in my entire life. It's difficult to have friendships in this artistry but I'm thankful for those that I have like Peter, Wong, and Happy. Though it would be nice to find someone my age that I could connect with. Everyone's either much younger than I am or much older but does age really matter when you have the connection?

My thoughts were rudely interrupted when the entire building began to shake and a loud thud came from below me. I quickly threw on my robes before running downstairs to find Stephen and Peter alive but obviously catching their breaths from whatever just happened. "What the hell was that?" I asked noticing an obviously failed spell bouncing around the hexagonal three-dimensional shape.

"You change my spell, seven times!"

"Six times."

"You changed my spell, you don't do that!"

"Six times?! Peter, what for?"

I noticed the regret in his face, it was obvious though Peter had experience fighting against aliens and superhuman people, he Neve had experience with magic or sorcery enough to know what to do and not to do during casting. "I wanted a few people to remember me, including you."

"Oh that's so sweet." Stephen looked down at me aggravatingly. I tried to hide the smile that was quickly growing on my face but it was difficult. Peter wanted me to remember him, that speaks volumes. "Very irresponsible but thank you."

"I'm sorry Stephen."

"Call me Sir."

"Stephen!" My hand flew to his wrist as fast as the words left his mouth. There was an urgency to remind Stephen he was just a kid and that he wouldn't have known any better. That sweet spot for a kid always took over in moments like this, the one thing I wanted to change was children being put into situations like this because it wasn't fair. They deserved to live their lives as normally as I didn't get to. Stephen can't sympathize with him like I can because he got to live that normal life.

His eyes shifted mine for a solid few seconds realizing what I had wanted him to. "Somehow after everything we've been through together I forget, you're just a kid." I could see the sympathetic eyes coming out on Stephen which made me relax. "Look Parker, the problem isn't Mysterio. It's you trying to live two different lives." I knew Stephen was just trying to prove a point to Peter to ease the tension brought on but it still pained me to see we couldn't have helped him any further. "I'm so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college, but if they rejected you and you try to convince them to reconsider then there's nothing you can do."

"When you say convince them," a sudden feeling of worry rose over me at what would come next, "you mean like I could've called them?"

"Yeah."

"Oh god." Stephen looked down at me with a confusing look until Peter opened his mouth asking those four words "I can do that?" that I feared coming. "I'm gonna go open the front door." Quickly I ran myself upstairs. I knew how Stephen would react to Peter's irresponsibility of choosing magic of logistics but I would once again have to remind me he's a kid. Although, I'm not sure this time the argument would win. Stephen and Peter finally made their way upstairs and I quickly waved out to Peter before the doors were slammed by the flick of Stephen's wrist.