Ride or Die Part: Two

Chapter One

"You're unhinged."

In a game of poker, or just games in general where your physical or verbal actions beyond the moves you make in said game can manipulate your opponent, you never want to show your hand too soon. You play them carefully, fake weak spots, bluff, say things to throw them off – you get the picture. If you do this right and you stay smart, you'll come out on top in a more satisfactory way than if you just went for the jugular.

"Definition being, mentally unbalanced; deranged."

Currently, you are cooperating with this wizard because you made a promise a long time ago to yourself that you would try to get along with other beings who possessed abilities that sourced from your own. It hasn't been easy, the adjustment from hating all your father's creations to learning to love them, but you're managing.

There was a steady time in your life where you fended off creatures from other planets or galaxies that normally would've taken down this planet for these creations. And it felt fucking good to have something to protect, someone to smile at you, and you finally felt truly loved. Even beyond saving lives, you felt loved for just being you, not what you could do for those who gave you their affection.

But not even two years into finding this love, this ray of colors that seemed never ending, your world fell gray and it fell fast.

The value of a moment, people.

So, the last ten or so months, you've messed with time and space for your own vendetta, trying to right the one time it went all wrong.

"Are you the devil or a dictionary?"

You pursed your lips, glancing down at the angelic binding he had on your wrists with minimal scrutiny since this was an unnecessary precaution on his part that you went along with. He feared you, everyone did at this point, and you had absolutely no problem with it, but the fact that he assumed these chains would hold you was steering away from amusing and becoming more just pathetic and boring.

Two things you hated most.

'Y/n L/n, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange, and you need to come with me.'

"What a load of bullshit." You muttered angrily.

He furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes on you with confusion and hesitation swirling around in them, but you just scoffed to yourself. Thinking back, that one sentence by this pathetic man in front of you somehow went from producing some of the most thrilling adventures to making you into a lump of anger and depression.

"So," You sat back, the handcuffs vanishing from your wrists as you crossed your arms and parted your knees considerably with your feet flat on the floor, "This revolution..." You smirked darkly, "How bloody we talking?"

"Worse than what Thanos could've achieved." He told you distractedly while looking at your now bare wrists with distress.

"Thanos?" You scoffed a laugh, "That dude had a savior complex and mommy issues, he's small game compared to what I could cook up if you get on my nerves, so be sure I'm the one you want asking of this before you proceed, doc."

He crossed his arms, looking down on you as if you were his troubled teen and he was tired of cleaning up your messes, but your temper was short these days and being back at the tower of all places wasn't exactly doing it for you.

"You need to-"

"Oh, no, no, no," You chuckled, putting a hand up as you stood to stop him from speaking, "I don't need to do anything and I changed my mind, you're boring me, so."

With a wave of your hand, he disappeared and a moment later, you strolled out of the room, down the ghost town feeling halls towards the kitchen.

You knew this place like the back of your vessel's hand, having spent almost two years living here, and you were in the mood for a drink that you didn't feel like whipping up with your abilities. Something about a fresh warm apple cider and whiskey in the fall with the liquor Tony kept around made you feel settled.