Departure Act II: Can't [Got7/Avenger Crossover]

Chapter 4

Jackson had tiptoed out of his bedroom at almost 6 in the morning and found himself in the laundry room of the hotel in a black hoodie and worn sweatpants to match. He couldn't go far without running into any of his staff, and this was the only place in the hotel with enough privacy for what he needed to do. Although Jackson was still apprehensive about exactly how to go through with it. The rapper wasn't even sure if this was even gonna work.

"Okay." Jackson breathed. "Doctor Strange, I summon you? Thee? Jesus christ this is stupid."

"Just saying 'Hey Strange' would've worked." Stephen said behind him.

Jackson almost jumped out of his skin at the sight of the sorcerer.

"Aish, it's too early to be scaring people."

Strange bit back a smile, "Technically it's nighttime where I'm located. You needed something?"

"Yes." Jackson got his bearings together, "I thought it over and I would like you're help. If you still want to that is."

"Of course. But we're gonna need to go somewhere else for me to explain if that's alright with you."

"How long will we be gone for?"

"Only about two hours at best." Strange said.

The sorcerer held one hand up, and started moving his other arm in a circular motion until bright orange sparks exploded in air. They started to form a circle and eventually a portal opened up; blasting a huge gust of air into Jackson's face.

"After you." Strange beckoned.

Jackson was hesitant at first, before walking through. The sun nearly blinded him as he stepped down out the portal. Jackson took in his surroundings of what looked to be the courtyard inside a temple. People in similar garments as strange milled around from place to place, some even sparring in the center of the space.

"This is Karmar-taj." Strange announced. "This was where I trained when I learned to use magic, and it is the epicenter for those who wish to learn as well."

"People always travel here by portal?" Jackson looked at a duo who had come out of a similar path such as they did.

"Only those who know how. Otherwise, you have to travel by foot. And only those within the mystic community know about it."

"Good to know then." The rapper found at least one place where barely anyone could find him.

"Wang Jiaer?"

Or not.

Jackson searched for the owner of the voice, and was surprised to see the person to match it was someone he knew.

"Zhao Yan?" Jackson replied.

The man nodded, and Jackson all but ran as he brought him into a bone crushing hug. He hadn't seen his childhood friend in years. He had moved few years after Jackson's incident with the group of bullies. The Filipino boy had changed dramatically from his younger years; his skin tone darker, his hair was cut short instead of it's long waves that went down his shoulders, and chubby cheeks weren't as apparent.

"It's been years!" Yan exclaimed.

"I know! What are you doing here?"

"Well I'm currently picking up supplies, but I work to protect the Hong Kong sanctum. I'm a sorcerer."

Jackson gaped, "Like actual magic sorcerer?"

"Yes. Oh, my apologies Doctor." Yan swiftly bowed at Strange who had now joined them.