By the time your head stopped spinning and your body ceased rejecting the idea of unaliving itself through purgery, the bald one and the gay one wanted to sit you both down to discuss this whole thing. They seemed to really home in on Wanda and the strange one was throwing words out like 'mythical' and 'cosmic' and 'sorcery' but you honestly just wanted something to eat at this point. You were still just a college student trying to survive finals while simultaneously crushing on the most unattainable, beautiful girl in the entire universe, and it's a process to switch from that to this new alternate reality where apparently Wanda's a –
"Witch."
"Excuse me?" Wanda scoffed at the accusation and you furrowed your eyebrows with a frown as she sat back with crossed arms, "And how would you know this?"
"From our studies," Strange insisted, pulling up a hologram to show certain flows of monitors or something – philosophy, people, "We can conclude that the magic you possess is that of sorcery, making you a witch. Typically."
You nodded, determined not to let this guy know you're still reeling from earlier in the day, and Wanda gave you a curious look when you confirmed, "Like Glinda."
You thought you caught a ghost of a smile cross her lips, but then she was turning back to Strange as Fury left the room, satisfied knowing the cat was out and probably wanted to get some milk or something for the little thing. Wanda turned much more serious and looked a bit pissed off as she eyed down the man who just relayed this information to her, but you just sat back with a soft hum, your hands resting over your middle as you prayed it wouldn't betray you again – you honestly didn't have any more to upchuck, and you didn't feel like finding out what bile looks like. Luckily, this place has stellar bathrooms with spare everything, so you had gotten the chance to wash up and feel a bit more human – or whatever, since apparently tittles of the contrary are being passed out. If only they'd pass out in-flight meals too.
"Right," Strange nodded, ignoring you completely at this point, and while it seemed to just further tick your witch off, you honestly were grateful for it – you'd take being an extra human or whatever the fuck because it beat trying to figure this whole thing out – so you'd be more than happy just to support Wanda in whatever she wanted to do next, "So, we need to discuss next steps. Obviously, your friend is a liability we didn't know about which puts my theory into question, but we need to focus on what we do know," He didn't pause even as Wanda opened her mouth to say something, "Wanda, you're possibly the most powerful being in this universe and the next, so we need you to collect yourself and ready your powers for next steps. This world is in danger – specifically narrowed down to the states exclusively, but we're not ruling out the bordering countries either. We've gathered the others who were placed in the simulation, and everyone has rooms here, but training needs to begin immediately."
You felt so tired – sure, it could be the negative amount of sustenance in yo belly – and you just wished you could wake up back in your dorm instead of this sterile hospital place. You've never seen Grey's Anatomy, but you guessed this place was more alien than even that hospital.
"Training." Wanda repeated with a firm nod, but you had a feeling she was just better at playing this game than you would be.
Knowing what you do, it's probably best to play along and see where this all leads, but you were mainly focused on what he said next that had you perking up.
"Before that, we'll let you both get settled into your rooms, get something to eat, and then begin later today. I wish I could give you the night or two to assimilate, but we don't have the time. We've wasted too much already trying to pull you – both out." He corrected at the last second, his eyes flicking to you, but something was off. He was hiding something.
And by how he uncomfortably cleared his throat, his eyes darting around the desk in front of him, breaking your connected gaze as soon as you looked at him, you had a sense of something.
Whatever he was hiding was scaring him. Something that was clearly unfamiliar to the doctor.
