Something Stupid

Came By to Say Hi

Narrator's POV

"How're things going at the Hong Kong Sanctum?" Stephen asked as he floated around the library upstairs with a book in his hands.

Wong's astral projection sat in a chair near him.

"Everything's been fine." Wong said. "We haven't had any trouble here. The Zealots are all gone, and we haven't sensed dark magic since you sent Dormammu away."

"That's a relief." Stephen said as he closed the book and looked for another.

"And how's business booming in New York?" Wong asked.

"It's been, great. Yeah." Stephen said.

"And how's Stark?" Wong asked.

"How would I know?" Stephen asked.

"I thought you only took the New York Sanctum to see him."

"To see him?" Stephen scoffed. "This is my responsibility. I didn't come here just to visit an old friend of mine."

"Sure. It's not like you rushed off to see him the day after you were assigned the New York Sanctum."

"I just went to say hi. He's a busy man and all, being part of the Avengers." Stephen said, looking into a book.

"Avengers?" Wong asked.

"Yes, earth's mightiest heroes." Stephen sighed, opening another book.

"Heroes?" Wong asked. "The only thing I've seen them do is destroy half the city while they have their fights."

"They're sort of like us, but messier. They can't fix everything with a spell and or open the mirror dimension to contain the threats." Stephen said. "They do a lot for this world and give us quite a hand."

"But we don't leave messes lying around." Wong said.

"Well, they've got their own fixer upper." Stephen said, scouting for another book.

"Who might that be?"

"Anthony." Stephen said.

"There you go again, talking about him." Wong asked.

"Oh, shut up." Stephen said.

"Admit it Strange. You just came to New York to see him." Wong said.

"You're just saying that because that's what you want to hear." Stephen said with his back to Wong, blushing secretly.

"He's being a distraction, Strange." Wong asked.

"No. I've-"

>knock< >knock<

Wong and Stephen suddenly looked up.

No one ever came to the Sanctums. It was very unusual for someone to come knocking at the door, unless their presence was requested or they were part of the Mystic Arts Commission.

"I wonder who that could be." Stephen said.

"You're not inviting people to the Sanctum, are you?" Wong asked. "You know these places are sacred."

"Relax, I wouldn't let a fly in this building." Stephen said.

"You better not." Wong said. "I must be on my way. I have my own Sanctum to take care of." He said.

"Goodbye Wong." Stephen said.

Wong didn't say anything before disappearing.

>knock< >knock<