Forsaken: Y/n x Marvel

Chapter 34: Party. . .#1

Y/n arrived at the New York Sanctorum, eyeing the grand, mystical building with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. The door creaked open on its own, and she stepped inside, finding Dr. Stephen Strange waiting for her with his usual calm, composed demeanor.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the Crazy Stark," Strange greeted her, his voice laced with dry humor. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, her signature sarcasm already kicking in. "Hello, Wizard. Nice place you’ve got here—very Hogwarts meets IKEA and if I'm the crazy Stark you clearly haven't met my dad."

Strange’s eyebrow twitched slightly at the nickname, but he maintained his stoic expression. "It’s Sorcerer Supreme, not wizard. But of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less from Stark’s offspring. Do you people ever take anything seriously?"

Y/n smirked, crossing her arms as she looked around the room. "I take serious people seriously. But come on, you’re literally wearing a cape and gloves used for dishes. At least one's gotta go."

Strange sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "The cape is enchanted. But I’m not here to discuss fashion with you, Y/n. I assume you’re here for help with your powers?"

"Gold star for the wizard," Y/n quipped, earning a glare from Strange. "Yeah, something’s been off ever since I got my memories back. My powers are acting up, and my healing doesn’t work like it used to. Care to explain, or do I need to summon a Ouija board?"

Strange rubbed his temples, clearly fighting off frustration. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"So I’ve been told," Y/n replied with a shrug, though there was a hint of concern behind her bravado. "But seriously, what’s going on with me?"

Strange took a deep breath, deciding to push past the sarcasm. "Alright, let’s get to the root of this. Your powers—derived from the Tesseract, which is an immensely powerful artifact—are closely linked to your emotions and mental state. When you regained your memories, it likely triggered a surge of emotions you hadn’t dealt with in years, which is causing your powers to destabilize."

Y/n frowned, processing his words. "So, you’re saying my powers are out of whack because I’m a mess emotionally? That’s a bit cliché, don’t you think?"

"It’s not as simple as that," Strange clarified, his tone growing more serious. "The Tesseract isn’t just a source of energy for you; it’s become a part of you, integrated into your very being. Think of it like a system—when one part of that system is compromised, the whole thing starts to malfunction. Yes you control your powers but so do your emotions."

"So the Tesseract is like, what, a parasitic thing that wants to meddle in my personal life?" Y/n joked, though there was genuine curiosity in her eyes.

Strange actually chuckled at that. "In a way, yes. But it’s more symbiotic than parasitic. The Tesseract amplifies your abilities, but it also requires stability within you. If your emotions are chaotic, that instability reverberates through your powers, leading to the issues you’re experiencing now. That's why the healing isn't working. You don't think you can be healed."

Y/n’s expression grew more thoughtful, the humor fading as she absorbed the gravity of what he was saying. "So, what happens if I can’t get control? Do I just... burn out?"

Strange shook his head. "Not necessarily. But the longer your emotions remain in turmoil, the more your powers will spiral out of control. To my understanding you're fine. You tend to keep your emotions under wraps so it might only act up if you purposefully use your powers, so you won't hurt anyone." He said and she smiled in relief.