The Prophecy

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"You're back, we weren't expecting you ... were we?" Wong asked me as he opened the door to the sanctum dressed in his usual robes that had clearly been thrown on in a rush to answer the door, his mug of coffee still in his hand.

"No, you weren't," I replied bluntly, pushing myself inside and running up the steps without a hesitation or thought to look behind me, "where's Strange?"

"Getting ready for the day," Wong informed me as he ran in the same direction, following me through the sanctum despite the fact I had no idea where I was going.

"Where is he?" I repeated opening a few doors to literal emptiness before letting them slam behind me.

"In his own quarters, do you want a coffee?" He asked.

"No," I told him, stopping my mission and turning to look at him with an urgency in my voice knowing the team would soon piece together where I had disappeared off to, "go and get Strange."

"Why?" His brows furrowed as I inhaled sharply, feeling my eyes flash a light purple at him as he nodded slowly and motioned to the couches by the side of the bookcases on the far wall, "take a seat, I'll be right back ... and don't touch, break or steal anything."

I hummed a yes, unfazed by his threat, and barged past for him to be off to get Strange, my hands began running over the very old, very dusty books almost instantly before pulling out a copy of Jane Austen which could've been first edition from how worn it looked. My chipped black nails, one singular ring which used to belong to Wanda wrapped around my thumb, flicked open the first few pages as a small moth flew out with a gust of dust around him. Closing it quickly, I created a small wind storm in my palm and moved the dust away from my face.

"You like the Brontes?" Strange's voice came from behind me.

"I'm a gay woman, of course I do," I raised my brows with a small smirk, putting the book back before I hit the edge and completely fell apart.

"That's why I told you not to touch anything," Wong sighed as he walked past me and back downstairs with a shake of his head and a disapproving glare.

"It's fine," Strange rolled his eyes, moving his hands around and opening his locket, the time stone revealing itself as my eyes grew hungry, watching him fix the book and place it back on the shelf in one piece like nothing ever happened.

"It's crazy that tiny stone can do that," I thought aloud, fully self aware that my eyes couldn't focus on anything else as the stone covered itself again with the pendant it lived in.

He hummed and nodded slowly, taking a seat on one of the single seater chairs, motioning for me to sit opposite him. With a huff, I sat down and leaned forward on my man spread legs hugged by my Avengers suit as I observed Strange's dark blue cloak in return, his brows furrowed and his side burns slightly unkept, his eyes still covered with obvious sleepiness as he fought to keep himself awake.

"Do I have to wear all that when I become sorcerer supreme?" I asked, "because it looks awesome don't get me wrong, but I think I can do better."

He shook his head slowly with a small laugh from his nose, "you'll wear whatever you want, of course you won't be in your 20s forever though so maybe think about retiring the skin tight get up when you get to my age."

"What age did you become the sorcerer supreme?" I asked further, quirking my head unconsciously.

"41," he told me with a slight question in his tone.

"So I've still got a good 20 years until that's supposed to happen to me?" I double checked with a small nod.

"In theory," he nodded back to me slowly, furrowing his brows further as if the pieces were finally slotting together, "why?"

"What if I want it to happen sooner?" I asked curiously, my eyes flitting between his and the time stone which, behind its cell, was glowing every-time he moved and the light hit it.

"I thought you were happy with where your life is?"

"Can you stop answering my questions with questions?" I quipped sharply, feeling my eyes flash again.

He looked between them before slowly leaning forward in his seat and nodding to himself, a lightbulb clicking on above his head, "you want the stone."

"Step 1, right?" I replied sarcastically.

"It's not that easy, you can't become the sorcerer supreme just for the time stone, it takes so much more than that," he justified.

"What do you need? Proof of worthiness? A certificate of humanity? I'm a fucking Avenger, what more do you need?" I practically laughed.

"You're funny," he raised his brows, clearly not amused at all, "if you're here for the stone, and I think you are, you can't have it, its not time, you're not ready."

I narrowed my eyes and leaned back in my seat with my arms crossed like a sulking child, "I can wait."

"Do your team know you're here?"

"Don't change the subject," I replied quickly.

"Do you really think I'm just going to step down and give you the power of an infinity stone?" he checked.

"No," I told him honestly, "but unfortunately for you, I'm not taking no for an answer ... you'll hand it over."

He pursed his lips as I stood up to leave, putting his future in the palm of his hand to decide what to do with it.

"And what if I decide to not give it to you?" he asked quickly as I turned around and played with a smile on my lips.

"Then it won't be Y/N/N who comes for you; it'll be the Violet Witch."

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A/N - sticky one that