Hi, I'm here to Avenge you! [Avengers x Reader]

Dr. Strange, I'M the Sorceress Surpeme. Prt. 1-Strange-

Starting this one shot, I intend on making so many more Stephen Strange Stories, since I freaking fell in love with Mr. Dr. Strange. (Spoilers).

If you don't want the movie spoiled, I wouldn't read this.

Warnings: Foggy, & Blindness.

-~ Story Time.~-

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You had been in a incident involving your best friend, Mr. Matthew Murdock, and had rendered you blind in your right eye, making you end up wearing an eye patch as you broke down, not being able to be in court without people staring at you.

"(Y/N), sweetie, its 4 in the morning. Why are you here?" A familiar voice said, making you jolt up, your one working eye staring at the man.

"Fog- Foggy, honey... I'm doing my job. You know, being a lawyer." You said sleepily, shoving your phone under the piles of paper on your desk.

"What did you just slid under your piles?"

"What? Are you okay? I might be the one with one eye, but I think you might be seeing things."

"Dammit, (Y/N). I might not be Matthew with his abilities, but I saw you, and heard you shoving something under that paper. Give me it."

You sighed, pulling out your phone, and handing it to the blonde, the male then opening up your phone, typing your password, and then sighed, seeing what you had just looked at.

"Stop torturing yourself, (Y/N). Even without your other eye you look beautiful no matter what." He told you, his blue eyes fixated on your face, then looking at your eye patch.

"Really? How is this," you flipped open your eyepatch, showing the man your eye for the first time.

"Beautiful?" You asked, the one eye pale blue, only seeing him with the other eye.

"Oh my god, (Y/N)-"

"If Matthew didn't show up any later, I'd be as blind as his ass." You mummer, standing up, and taking your phone back, shoving it into the pocket of your sweat-pants.

"Go home, or I'll drag you home." Foggy threatened, making you sigh.

"Fine. You owe me."

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You sat in therapy class, your therapist watching you try to figure out every letter and shape. "Great, Miss. (Y/N). Just a little harder."
"I can't do it!" You slammed your hands on the desk, your body shaking in anger. "My damn eye is preventing me from seeing anything! Have you ever seen someone of my state recover?"

"Yeah. My client couldn't even use his hands without shaking so badly. He got into an accident and his nerves where severely damaged. He disappeared, but I do have a client who might be able to help you."

"What's his name?"

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"Excuse me, are you Grant Joles?" ( forgot the mans actual name. RIP.) you asked, bundled up in a sweater and scarf, your eye patch making you look stupid.

"Who's asking?"

"District Attorney (Y/N) (L/N)." You stated, waving your hand at your messenger bag.

"What's up?"

"You had recovered from a broken spine, I want to know how." You told him, you're one (E/C) bright with determination.

"Trust me, it took forever to learn." He said, about to turn around to leave, then you grabbed his hand, making him turn around.

"Sir, I need to know how," You let go, flipping your eyepatch up, showing him your eye. "my career depends on it."

"Okay, Miss. District Attorney. You can't tell anyone." He said, causing you to smile, flipping down your eyepatch, and watching him.

"Go to Africa.. there's a small town that is called Paarl. There, you look for जानवरों की आत्मा . This is where you will learn how. But to warn you, it takes years."

"Thank you, wait, how do you pronounce that?" You asked, grabbing your piece of paper from the messenger bag, then a pen, wanting to write it down.

"jaanavaron kee aatma." He said, watching you write down the exact word, and then he took the paper, writing down the Hindi form.

"Thank you, so much, sir. I appreciate it." You smiled, placing it in your bag, going to shake his hand.

"No problem. Have a good day, Miss. (L/N)."