Inescapable

Ch. 37

When you told the rest of your family your plan to go to New York, to say there was a small bit of outrage was an understatement. Loki was the first to argue that you needed a larger escort, of course trying to cement himself as one of the main escorts. Bucky, surprisingly, was upset. He said something like this called for being inconspicuous, and that very few Avengers could fit that role. That's how Nat inserted herself into your New York mission, citing the need for a trained and skilled agent in the art of hiding in plain sight. Before you even step foot out of Wakanda, she already had both you and Tony don on Widow Veil's to make sure you weren't recognized if by chance you were spotted. Although she made it highly clear the goal was not to be spotted at all.

Flying out of Wakanda in the cloaked Quinjet was easy enough. It was finding an inconspicuous landing spot in New York that made it much more difficult. But Nat's skills are truly the best, and once she quietly landed on the roof of an abandoned building not far from the main city, it was time to get to work. The objective, get to Bleecker Street and find what you are looking for, whether it is already Strange or still the Ancient One.

"So, are you going to tell us why this is so important сестра? Or are you going to keep us in the dark?" Nat said as they exited a cab, five blocks away from your end goal for precaution (or so she said), pulling you aside and away from Tony.

You glanced back at Tony, who continued to walk ahead, unaware of the conversation Nat was having with you. You sighed and looked at Nat pleadingly. "There is so much that is still coming Nat. So much that's changed. I'm just trying to get all the variables in place before shit starts hitting the fan."

"And don't you think it would be better if we helped you?" The look Nat gave you was softer now, almost pleading. As if she knew that what was coming would be worse than anything they've faced so far.

You reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing in reassurance. "You're helping me right now. Isn't that enough?"

She sighed and squeezed back, pulling you forward to follow Tony before you lost sight of him. "It is for now сестра."

The three of you walked the streets like a group of friendly sightseers. No one would know the wiser that the three of you were anything but, with your faces morphed into three fresh-faced, college-aged people. Until you came to a stop in front of the Sanctum Sanctorum, an inconspicuous 4 floor brownstone located in Greenwich Village. You smiled at the distinctive window that was a sign that the Masters of the Mystic Arts controlled this location. Motioning quietly to Tony and Nat, you started up the stairs. It came as no shock that the door opened before you could get up all the steps. It did however come as a shock, to be greeted by neither the Ancient One or Dr. Strange, but rather by Wong. Still, you smiled as you reached the top step, stopping in front of him.

"Hello. I know this might sound weird, but I am looking for the current Sorcerer Supreme." You say to Wong, trying not to speak too loudly. Wong nods and steps to the side, allowing the three of you to enter the threshold before closing the door. Once the door closes, the Widow Veil's disengage (as if by magic, har-har sorcerers) causing your travel companions to freak out. You, however, remain calm as Wong comes around to stand in front of you again.

"The magic in the Sanctum negates all forms of disguise, all who enter must come in their true form." Wong explains, although you could have guessed as much. You nod, and then ask. "Who is currently the Sorcerer Supreme?"

He tilts his head, studying you, recognition finally shining in his eyes. He smiles a little before answering. "Strange has been waiting for you."

That answer does surprise you, and you let it show on your face. "He? He's already? And he's been waiting for me?"