Once there was you, me, and us (Sinister Strange x fem!reader)

LACRIMOSA

Who the hell is Thanos? The thought lingered in her mind as (Y/N) fought the so-called "children of Thanos", who speaking of which, had an enormous ego.

"Tony!" Goddamn it!

With Iron-Man getting hurled against a building, the young woman was left to defend her position by herself, too stubborn to ask Wong or Stephen for help.

Well, Wong always warned her that her stubbornness would end up being her demise.

The protégé looked up at the alien and then back down, watching the spear who had trespassed her stomach being retracted back to it's owner's hand just as fast as it had wounded her. She hummed in discomfort, retracting her magic and looking back to where the other two sorcerers were.

"Strange?" Using the last bit of strength to call for help, the sorceress collapsed on the ground.

"(Y/N)!"

Burning. Sharp. Aching. It was all that her brain would come up with as it struggled to process what had just occurred to her body, and how it happened - it was so fast, so fast.

"(Y/N) hey, look at me, it's gonna be alright." Strange called out, holding her in his arms as he tried to ease the blood loss. "Hey, (Y/N), look at me, don't give up on me now,"

The young sorceress chocked, her hand moving to caress the doctor's cheek. She tried to speak admist the blood on her throat, but failed to do so, she opted to gaze into Strange's eyes, as if trying to comfort him about the impending doom.

Stephen's eyes were so extravagant, as blue as the ocean. Sometimes (Y/N) thought they had waves inside, calm and peaceful waves of water, like the tropical islands - but those waves were now clashing against each other in a violent storm who threatened the marine blue of his eyes.

"It's okay, you're okay, (Y/N)," They were admist a battlefield, and the protective barrier Wong had put up while calling out for Stephen was background noise. He refused to take his eyes off of her for a second. "No, (Y/N), hold on for me," How did he let this happen? What happened? "(Y/N)." Stephen called out again, furrowing at her lack of expression - her eyes were out of focus now, gazing ahead. "(Y/N)?"

The small spark of light faded from her - now dull - eyes, as her chest lowered with one last heavy sigh. Strange waited for a second, thinking she was...she was... before panicked kicked in. The ignorance of realization made him lightly slap her cheek a couple of times, getting angrier and angrier as time passed.

"Stop joking with me." No one could ever fake losing the colour of their irises. "A sorceress does not-" Strange stopped himself and a broken sigh escaped his lips. The palm of his hand met her cheek, so cold to the touch, and a single tear fell between the cracks of his fingers.

A sob escaped the once composed man as he held the body of his protégé in his arms, yielding her name over and over again like a chant, he rocked back and forth - not to comfort her, you can't comfort a corpse, but to convince himself that she was just...unconscious.

The Supreme Sorcerer didn't even realize the battle was over, nor did he realize that Tony, Wong and Bruce stood a few feet away from him - all too shocked for the loss to say or do anything, at all.

But somewhere out there, the young protégé opened her eyes with a soft sight of relief, and was met with the sorcerer's worried gaze.

"Stephen?"

The man smiled, "I'm here."

"I'm here." She returned the smile despite the pain.