Doctor Strange One Shots

For One Night Only - Part 4

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Warning: This may get a little spicy ;)

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"Oh- There you are."

(Y/n) found Stephen alone on the balcony a little while later, his body leaning over the rail. His mind was clearly distracted as he watched over the city skyline ahead. In his hand, his glass was almost empty, but his thoughts were clearly far from needing or wanting a refill.

As she approached, she saw his head turn over his shoulder briefly acknowledging her presence. However, (Y/n) felt cautious, almost like she was disturbing or interrupting something.

"You ok?"

She asked quietly, a light hand on his shoulder, her thumb gently tracing circles over his suit jacket.

"Yeah..."

She waited for him to turn towards her, her concerned gaze reassuring him that she was there to listen if he felt like speaking, not wanting to push but not wanting him to feel alone. And after a few moments, and acknowledging her worry, Stephen turned around, shifting his weight onto his elbows as he leaned back against the rail.

"I guess I just got a little overwhelmed in there..."

The ghost of a smile teetered against (Y/n)'s lips as she rested her weight on the rail next to him, leaning over and admiring the scenery surrounding them, just as he had.

"Yeah, I can imagine... I mean if my ex walked into the room, with a fiancé no less-"

"Hey, Woah- I wasn't talking about Christine."

Stephen noticed a shiver run across her skin undoubtedly feeling the chill start to hit her, and, instinctively, he shed his suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders as she turned away from the lit buildings and bustling nightlife along the streets below to meet his gaze. She raised her brow in disbelief, her mind paying no thought to the jacket that she was starting to slide her arms into. Her gaze was challenging before eventually, Stephen sighed in defeat, turning his gaze away.

"I'm just saying..." She started, her hand sympathetically over his, "I wouldn't know how to handle it either."

But as she continued to speak straight ahead, Stephen's eyes moved down to her hand, her fingers drawing soothing circles around his scarred knuckles.

"Besides, you seem to be doing a better job than you think, Strange."

And he started to feel himself relax under her touch, her words reassuring him that what he was feeling and experiencing wasn't too far off normal. He felt a breath escape him, some of his pent-up nerves starting to diffuse from his body.

"I just-"

"You're not."

(Y/n) cut him off, and Stephen turned to his side to see her smiling at her words, his features muddling into confusion.

And he continued to stare at her until she noticed his confusion, and began to explain herself.

"You were going to say that you didn't think you were still hung up on her."

She spoke, her voice soft and filled with a level of understanding that Stephen was starting to grow accustomed to, not properly having felt this close to or heard by someone in a long time.

"But you don't have to be to feel this way."

Stephen felt himself deflate slightly after registering her words properly, not having realised his muscles were so tense as they stood there talking. (Y/n)'s words hit him like a ton of bricks, her accuracy and advice seemingly washing over him like a wave of relief.