➢ marvel imagines

➣ stephen strange

getting in a fight with stephen about his hands

i know it's not the actual dialouge from this scene

---

"Stephen, I'm home." You called as you walk into his house, placing groceries on the kitchen island. "Stephen?" You called again when you heard to reply, but when you walked into the living room you saw him with his laptop on the floor and his head in his shaking hands. "I'm guessing he said no?"

"Oh look who's home." He spat, turning his head up and looking at you, a bitter glare piercing into you. You were a little taken aback by his tone, folding your arms and jutting your hip out. 

"Rude, just asking." He sighed and rolled his eyes, ignoring you and turning towards his window, leaning his hands against it and looking down at the city. "Stephen, c'mon now. I understand that losing your hands is something extremely difficult to deal with, but I can help you through it if you just let me in!"

He turned his head a tiny bit, his voice filled with venom as he spoke. "I don't need your help, (Y/N), I'm perfectly capable of dealing with this myself." You tried not to get upset, as you knew that he would always say things to you that he would later regret.

"Clearly not; look at yourself Stephen. You've sold everything to get your hands back and for what? You're not improving, this is something you're going to have to live with. And yes, it's very unfortunate for something this horrible to happen to you, and yes I know that it's going to be difficult to accept. Believe it or not, it could be worse. People around you are trying to help you and your loving girlfriend would appreciate it very much if she could just figure out a way to help you!"

"I don't need anyone's help! I can figure it out on my own, and I especially don't need you to constantly baby me about my hands. It's fine, I'm going to be fine because I will figure out someway to cure myself, but I'm going to do it myself!" He banged his hands against the glass when he finished, tears forming in his eyes a little as the rain fell, fogging up the glass windows. 

"I'm not babying you, Stephen! God!" You brought your hands to your head, clenching your hands and grinding your teeth, totally beyond mad at this point. "I'm trying to make sure you're okay! You can't get through this alone and I know you can't no matter how much you try to convince yourself you can!" You took a deep breath, unclenching your fists from your hair and bouncing on your toes. "There's more to life than work, Stephen."

"Like what?" He paused to turn around, an icy glare making your heart skip a beat. "Like you?" Your heart stopped. You set your jaw and held back the tears pricking your eyes and breaking your voice. 

"Now here's the part where you apologize." You said calmly, dead-pan, noticeably scaring him a little, but he wouldn't give up. "I was thinking about us, yes. I'm constantly thinking about you but when are you ever thinking about me? This has also been hard for me, you know. Watching you throw your things around, watching you cry yourself to sleep at night, watching you lose everything you've had to fix this. You don't think I'm concerned? I still love you, believe it or not." You couldn't stop the words from flowing out of your mouth, stepping a tiny bit closer to him with every word. "I still love you." Your voice broke, and you let a tear slip out of your eye, silently cursing yourself for it. He said nothing, just stared at you, not looking like he was feeling any trace of emotion towards you.

"Don't play that." He muttered, "don't play the sympathy card because you always fucking do that. It always works to, not this time. You think you see through me, well you don't." Your jaw unhinged a bit, your hands relaxing further. "You're just another tiny speck with an indifferent universe, trying to mess with my head like you always do. And I... see... through... you." You were nose to nose now, his teeth baring as he finished his last sentence. "You like me on my ass because it makes you feel better about yourself." Your breath hitched in your throat, your fists clenched and you felt yourself heat up with rage. For a second you thought you saw a bit of guilt flash in front of his face, but before he could say anything you slapped him right across the face as hard as you could. He kept his head to the side for a little, closing his eyes and blowing out a tiny breath. Without anymore words, you turned and stomped your way out of the apartment, being sure to slam the door shut with a loud bang.

You never went back.

---

R.I.P Stephen, but I cannot wait for him to be in the new Thor movie I'm soooooo hyped!

Have a great day my lovelies xx