Summary: One last call
Warning: IT'S OG STEPHEN STRANGE, MUAH 💋, heavy angst, death, blood, last call, sad, acceptance. Dying, major character death, snow, pretending that everything is okay.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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Ring.... Ring...
Stephen woke up from his sleep after hearing the ringtone of his phone indicating that someone was calling him. Stephen sighed as he opened his sleepy eyes. He looked on his right side where you should be but he finds nothing. He remembered that you told him that you will be back late because you got a mission with Tony, Nat and Wanda.
You are an Avengers, of course you will come home late. Stephen scoffed as he reached for his phone on the bedside table. There he saw your name displayed on the screen. He slides the accept button on his phone screen.
"hey, love" Stephen murmured sleepily.
"hey, honey" you replied in a low voice.
Stephen frowned. "Are you okay? You seem.. tired?"
"I'm good.. Just a little sleepy" you replied weakly.
"Where are you really?" Stephen shuffled his position on the bed for comfort.
"Bed?" you replied.
"You should have slept, you must be tired after doing the mission" Stephen advised.
"I know, I just.. I just want to hear your voice... Before I sleep" You said lowly.
Stephen smiled to himself. "Is that why you called me? You miss my voice?"
"Yeah.."
"Well, now you've heard my voice, you can rest now" Stephen muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"I know but.. Let me just hear your voice one last time before I sleep.. Your voice makes me feel safe and calm" You replied lowly.
"What do you want me to say if you think my voice makes you safe and calm?" Stephen stared at the ceiling of his room.
"Anything.. Just say it.. Even if it's nonsense or something like Mystic Arts? Kamar Taj? Dimensional demons.. Anything" You suggested, voice faded more and more.
Stephen let out a breath. "I don't know what to say actually.."
"Oh, please.. You surely have anything to say.. Just well, whatever.. For me? Please?" you pleaded.
Stephen agrees and there goes he tells everything that happened during your absence in his presence. Not long after he finished his talks he was silent.
Somehow, he could sense that something was wrong. Not in his room or Sanctum, but the other side of the call on his phone. You. He feels something is wrong with you.
At first you seem tired and probably sleepy, but over time, you get tired and tired. At first he thought you were just sleepy after doing the mission. Tough Mission. You are probably just tired but then whenever you try to answer his conversation you just hummed and replied with short sentences which left him more confused.
"Are you sure you want me to continue?" Stephen hesitated.
"Yeah.. I don't mind" you replied shortly.
"When are you going back to the Sanctum?" Stephen asked.
"I don't know.. Maybe 3 or 4 days or maybe I'm not coming home due to this mission" You said, voice getting lower and lower.
"You sound tired, love. I think you need some rest so that you can finish this mission quickly" Stephen suggested.
"Yeah, I'm definitely tired.. You should go back to sleep too... I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep" you replied.
"It's nothing.. Actually I was also expecting you to call me but I think you should just rest.." Stephen changed his lying position.
"... Yeah, you're right.. I should rest.. " the line became silent for a moment. "I love you, always.. Thank you for being with me, honey"
Stephen smiled tiredly. "I love you too, always.. I will always be here for you, love"
You stared at the dark sky. White snow fell heavily on a cold night. A very cold wind blew on you as you lay facing the night sky with your body covered in blood. Big wound in the stomach. Blood flows non-stop from your severe wound. A puddle of blood forming under you. The once lively face that was full of color turned pale, eyes look empty showing that your time here is not long. Life gives you enough time to make the final call. To say goodbye.
You took a shaky breath. Eyes stared at the night sky. Body temperature is decreasing.
"Goodbye, Stephen" the call fell silent.
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