𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Night

                   Steven had stomped from his bedside out his circular walls of his room as the sun sank below the horizon, the eerie glow it had once cast disintegrating into the navy blue sky of night, the stars making their mark beside the crescent moon. It was now three hours later, around one o'clock in the morning, and his attempts at sleep had been in vain. His tired eyes scanned over the looming buildings, the last lights of their rooms clicking off of the late night people. Running a hand through his unruly hair, strands sticking up wildly in the air, he blew out a sigh, swallowing anxiously. Him and Ana had another meeting to go to about the coffee shop explosion the next day, and it would be the third one in the week since Ana had been forced to stay at Steven's house because of the unnatural pull about her. 

               Pulling a navy blue robe from a hook on his wardrobe door, he threw it over his plaid pajama pants and grey tee shirt before walking barefooted over to the door, grabbing the handle as he yawned before pulling it open, lazily retreating down the stairs. His feet echoed in the silence, and as he rounded the foyer banister, he stopped in his steps, glancing to his side. He smirked as he caught sight of Ana leaning against the windowsill, her eyes closed and her chest rising slowly as deep breaths echoed through her nose, her mouth upturned in a small smile. An opened notebook and rough pencil sat beside her, untouched and collecting dust. Steven rubbed a tired hand across his eyes before trudging over to her, crouching down beside her. 

              Her eyelashes were set softly over the top of her cheeks, her chest rising and falling rhythmically under her olive tee shirt and blue skinny jeans that folded over her white ankle socks. Her hands were folded in her lap, her fingers overlapping each other as her head lolled to the side towards Steven, her hair falling over her forehead and shoulders. Steven grinned slightly, and furrowed his brows when once again, a mystical pull came over him, and he could basically feel the Eye as if it was on his chest, and his face pulled into a frown at the thought of how it had burned him the first day Ana was here, and he had refrained from wearing it since then. His eyes ran down to the notepad and pencil laying beside her, and he tenderly picked it up, squinting his eyes at the picture before he realized who it was.

              It was him in his regular attire, and his shoulders and head were facing the side, his head bent down slightly. His hair was in a cowlick, one combined strip of strands falling over his forehead and covering one of his brows. The side of his head facing him was slicked back, and he could barely make out the other side slicked to the side. The grey streaks above his ears were pronounced and detailed, and he marveled at how in depth she had gotten. His eyes even seemed to sparkle on the thin sheet of paper, and the Eye was sticking out from his chest, an eerie shadow cast off from it onto the other side of the paper. His goatee was outlined on his face, and he saw how she even went through the trouble of drawing each hair there. His lips were traced on there, too, and he bit his own when he saw how she had gotten his nose, face shape, and eyebrows right, too. He sucked in a sharp breath, and let out a slight breath of shock, nodding his head approvingly. He glanced over to Ana, who continued to sleep, and he wrinkled his nose, smiling widely. He flipped the page over, and found more drawings, but not of him. There were ones of every single relic in the house, and even the window which she slept by now. 

             Setting the paper back down on the floor with a slight thump, he straightened back up, only to lean back over to tenderly pick up Ana, his eyes slightly widening with how light she was for someone in their late twenties. One hand supporting her neck and the other under her knees, he twisted on his heel and started up the stairs, taking it slow as Ana smiled even more in her sleep, letting out a soft sigh. He beamed fondly and made his way to the door of her room, gingerly pushing it open with his foot. Inhaling sharply, he made his way over to her bed, which the silk covers were already pulled back. Laying her down on top of the mattress, she rolled over on her side facing him, her knees tucked behind her, her arms side by side by her head as she shivered slightly. Steven slowly pulled the covers back over her, and she sunk beneath them, her nose and eyes and hair the only thing visible. Steven looked around quickly before turning towards the door and standing in the doorway, glancing back at Ana with a delighted grin before shutting her door with a click and retreating to his own room.

               Later that night, he returned the notepad and pen back to her room, but the picture of him was now hanging on his fridge.