𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Attack

STEVEN'S POV

                    I felt terrible. I shouldn't have said those things to Ana, but the stress, everything that had happened, it just all piled up into things that weren't true. Ana had barely left her room since our argument, and every time we happen to pass by each other, she'll divert her ocean gaze to the floor and swiftly walk by, and I never had the guts to say sorry. I never changed from my arrogant prideful self, even though I pretend I did. It's still there. It always will be.

                  I sit on the couch, my black tee shirt and red plaid pants covered by my blue robe hanging loosely around my frame. My hair sticks up at odd angles, and my feet are tapping incessantly on the floor in front of the couch, my arms folded across my chest as I watch the television absentmindedly, my mind elsewhere. I hear footsteps slowly retreat down the steps, and I glance up as Ana stops at the bottom of the stairs, her hands still on the banister. She stares at me with a blank expression, both of us holding our breath. I make a move to stand up and she immediately turns around and begins to start up the stairs, and I jump from the couch towards her, stumbling forwards. " Ana, wait. Please," I say, exasperated, and she stops momentarily, turning back around to face me with a solemn expression. 

               I stand in front of her, and neither of us move, both of us waiting for the other to speak. Without saying anything, I slowly wrap my arms around her shoulders, and she immediately wraps her arms around my torso, laying her head against my chest. I feel her tremble softly, and I run a hand up and down her back, my heart fluttering. I feel her sigh, her hair tickling my chin softly. " I'm sorry," I whisper, barely audible, and she nods, hugging me tighter. " Me, too," she says, and she inhales sharply, and she giggles. I lean back, looking at her face with a raised eyebrow. She giggles again, a childish one that makes my stomach do somersaults. 

              " What's so funny?" I say, confused, and somewhat cautious from her adorable, but somewhat scary, chuckling.  She inhales, sighing as she wipes her eyes, meeting my questioning glance. " Your robe feels so weird," she mutters, holding a stitch in her side. I frown, very well aware of the odd texture of my robe. I shoot a playful glare her way, and Ana waves a dismissive hand in the air, inhaling sharply before quickly sliding my fingers in between hers, and my cold hands are warmed at her soft touch. She drags me down the stairs and pushes me onto the couch, before sitting down beside me, grabbing the remote. Momentarily frazzled, I watch as she clicks on the mystery channel with a smile and becomes enveloped in the show, grinning madly. I watch with a soft smirk before turning back to the television.

                Then a ball of fire erupts at the front door, and Mordo and his zealots walk in, shooting me and Ana with something transparent, and darkness envelops me, my hand still in Ana's as my consciousness is stolen from me.