Through The Multiverse [Dr. Strange]

At Your Funeral

Warning: Spoilers for the movie are continuing on! Also, quick little authors note for y'all. As we are nearing the end of the plot of MOM we will be nearing the end of this book :( I am quite sad about it because I've really enjoyed writing it. After I finish this story, I will be starting a new one and it's going to be our fave little Spiderling, Peter Parker! I've had the idea for years but I've finally found the courage on this account to publish it finally! But that won't be until this is completely done. Anyway, onward with the story!! 

Every time my heart is beatin', I can feel the recipe

I wonder if my day is coming, blame it on the entropy
My blood in pumpin', I can see the end if right in front of me
Don't take it from me, I could be everything, everything

"HEY! HEY! Let us out of here." My eyes fluttered open to see America pounding against the glass. My perception of reality was incredibly flawed at the moment. I was just engaged to the love of my life in the place I love more. Now I'm a prisoner inside of a giant glass box.

"America." I mumbled, grabbing on to my wide and pushing myself up against one of the glass walls we were currently surrounded by. "America, stop." There wasn't a ton of energy pumping through me right now after being sedated against my will. I noticed their was stitching over my robes, a blue fabricated spot. Surprisingly it looked nice with my grey robes and blue belt across my waist. "America, how long have you been awake for?"

"I don't know, half hour at most. Strange has barely budged over there." I looked over to see Stephen just as dazed as I was moments ago. He looked so peaceful being knocked the hell out. I looked around when my consciousness was working a little bit better and pulled myself up with America's help. "How ya feeling?"

"Like I've been drugged. Surprisingly, not my first time with this. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. A bit more free because I don't have those restricting cuffs on." Looking down at my wrist I noticed the silver cufflinks around my wrists, glowing green to signify they've manipulated my ability to use my powers. A defeated sigh escaped from my lips at the situation I've found myself in. People wearing lab coats continued to walk around us, some even staring which made me quite protective over America. "Hey!" America yelled and I looked in the direction she was to find Stephen pulling himself up.

"Stephen." A wave of relief fell over me seeing him stand awake. More refreshed.

"Are you guys okay?" He asked quickly, trying to scan us for an injuries or discomfort. It was crazy to think that just a few minutes ago this man proposed to me in a different universe. But I felt all of the emotions. I had hope that one day Stephen would propose to me after saying that marriage wasn't completely off the table. Part of me knew the hopes were entirely high but something about these dreams or views into our multiversal selves, I should say, give me optimism.

I watched Stephen attempt to escape but inevitably failed when the cuffs lit up. "Dammit." He mumbled. Stephen rarely wore a defeated look but there was a hint hidden in his eyes. It hurt me seeing him so down and out about the situation but I knew he wouldn't give up until America was safe and sound from anymore threats. Just the same as I. Hey, lab coat." Stephen's knuckles puttered against the glass. "Where the hell are we? Look, you and I both know it doesn't end well for the nameless scientist but you can change that if you just..."

When Stephen's voice trailed off I turned and my stomach dropped. "I can't escape this bitch." Christine Palmer in the flesh with gorgeous auburn hair framing her face. America's reaction made me realize I had said that aloud for everyone to hear. "Sorry it's just, I really have no excuse. Hi." Well that definitely wasn't awkward. Way to go, numbness!

"Christine." Stephen spoke just barely a whisper.

"Hello Stephen." Christine pulled her tablet thing up against her chest as she looked at America and myself before returning her eyes back to Stephen. "Ms. Chavez, Ms. Reynolds." Her heels clicked with each step she took as she stepped between our boxes. "To answer your question, you are at a highly-secure research facility. The three of you, along with your sentient cloak, are here for testing."