The Sorcerer's Apprentice {Stephen Strange}

Thirty-Nine

You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi

The sergeant is absolutely exhausted-- not from a lack of sleep but rather the constant nagging and inquiries from students. She can hardly fathom how Wong and Strange managed to do this all day. Teaching and training students is awfully tiresome. There is nothing wrong with asking questions, but if they simply read the material, all their questions would already be answered. A while back, Wong had asked the sergeant if she would be open to teaching a few classes to the new apprentices. She obliged of course. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to teach the students but she knew it was the right thing to do. Taking the time to teach them would make life for Wong a tad easier, and Strange would be proud to see how much she has stepped forward to help. Plus, it normally helps the days to pass faster considering she has nothing better to do.

"Well, that concludes our lesson on the use of Mystic Herbalism. Remember that mystical foliage can be used for more than just healing properties. It can also deter enemies and make them weaker. If anyone has questions, feel free to ask them now otherwise I will be training with students until 2:00. After then, feel free to email me," Emerson tells the students before grabbing a few of her textbooks and erasing what was written on the chalkboard. The students slowly trail out of the room, ready for their next lesson. The sergeant slumps down in her seat, hoping to catch a few minutes of shut-eye before her training session starts.

She's never been a patient person. The sergeant can't stand waiting and despises hesitation. Being an educator was never something she thought she would do, nor did she ever consider it. Coming to Kamar Taj has changed the sergeant for the better. It's made her realize so many things about herself. She has only grown and matured since moving to the sanctum. Being selfish is now a thing of the past. Throwing fights to look better had put the lives around her at risk. Some shitty sacrifices have to be made to ensure the safety of others. Strange really reinforced that for the sergeant. She realizes now that he sacrificed himself to try to save everyone. Her thoughts are interrupted when she receives a text on her phone.

Wong: Stark and the rest of the Avengers are getting drinks tonight. I am too busy and volunteered you to take my spot. Does that work for you?

Without having a chance to respond to his message, the sergeant's phone rings again.

Tony Stark: Getting the gang back together. Drinks?

Natasha Romanoff: I'm free after 8.

Scott Lang: WHOOT WHOOT lets goooo. Where we meetin?

The sergeant lets out a sigh as she puts her phone back in her pocket, ready to start her afternoon training. She's not too thrilled to be meeting with Strange's coworkers once again.

***

"Emerson! Wong said you'd be joining us tonight. It's nice to see you again," Natasha greets the sergeant with a brief hug. It feels odd attempting to have fun during times like these. With half of the population, it seems wrong to put aside free time to enjoy people.

"It's been so long. I'm glad to see you're doing alright," the sergeant responds with a small smile.

"Sergeant, it's nice to see you on your own rather than following the sorcerer around like a lost dog. What can I get you to drink?" Stark questions, leaving Emerson taken back. She shakes off his comment before responding.