You fell into a seat, across the table from a woman.
"I got you a gift."
"You didn't have to Christine." Your voice came out deeper. Was it Stephen's?
The woman smiled and took your, or was it Stephen's, wrist, putting on the watch. You felt yourself smile and lean in...
You screamed. "I get sucked into Stephen's dang memory and next thing I know I'm going to kiss a freaking stranger!"
The memory clouded over before Christine's lips touched yours.
"That was too close." You breathe out, just to see another memory start to form.
~~~
This was the fifty-eighth memory. You had cleverly deduced that these were Stephen's memories and they mostly revolved around Christine, his apparent love interest.
Currently, He was caring for her when she got sick. Soup, medication, and love, she had it all. With no worry in the world. You felt a pang of longing that you quickly snuffed out.
The memory transitioned. This time it was different. They were arguing about his hands and his treatment.
"Maybe it's time to consider stopping," Christine said, worry clouding her face.
"No, no, this is exactly the time not to stop because I'm not getting any better!" Stephen shouts.
"And there are things that just can't be fixed. This isn't the end, there are other things that can give your life meaning."
"Like what? Like you?" Stevphen harshly grounds out.
Christine tilts her head, eyes glossing over. "And this is the part where you apologize."
"This is the part where you leave."
"Fine. I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore."
"What it's too difficult for you, is it?" Stephen taunts.
"Yes, yes it is. It breaks my heart to see you this way."
Well, he certainly learned his lesson about texting and driving, you think, hoping that this was the last memory.
"Don't pity me."
"I'm not pitying you."
"Oh yeah? Then what are you doing here," Stephen challenged. "Bringing cheese and wine like old friends going for a picnic, we are not friends, Christine, we are barely lovers. You just love a sob story don't you." He accuses.
"Dig yourself a deeper hole, but go off I guess." You say to the phantom memory.
"Is that what I am to you now?" Stephen continues to rant. "Poor Stephen Strange, charity case, he finally needs me another drag of humanity for you to work on. Patch him up and send him back into the world, hearts just humming, you care so much don't you?"
Christing shakes her head in sadness. "Goodbye, Stephen."
She exits, dropping his apartment keys on the side table.
Stephen walks towards the window and wallows in his despair. It flows through you in waves as you struggle not to drown in the ghost feelings.
~Present Day~
"Y/n? Y/n!" Stephen says, shaking you. "Are you alright? Do you need water? Your eyes glossed over and you fell to the ground. I asked Mordo for help, but he just shrugged and said this happens often. Are you truly ok?"
"I'm fine." You groan. "That's just the toll of viewing memories." You suddenly felt a flash of anger. "How the HELL did you get a fricking memory vessel? And why didn't you TELL me before I touched it and got sucked in and had to view fifty-nine, FIFTY-NINE, of your tragic love story memories? What the fuck, dude!"
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Fanfiction"𝓛𝕠Ｋ𝒾," You breathed out. ~~~ Y/N has met many people, eternals, wizards, avengers, gods, and more. Years and Years of life and disaster, you've seen it all. Nothing was new. When a certain man, no god, walks into your life. You encounter what...
