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In The Kitchen {Stephen Strange}

*Doctor Strange*

The knock on the door pulled Stephen out of his thoughts, but only for a moment and then he was back to them. His plan was to ignore the knocking until the person eventually left but the knocks just got louder and faster and Stephen snapped.

"Come in!" he yelled.

The door slowly opened and in walked you with two grocery bags in each of your arms.

You walked to the kitchen counter and placed the bags onto it. Once you did, you let out a deep breath and stretched out your back.

"That is so much harder than it looks," you said. "Well, either that or I really need to work out more."

You shrugged and turned to Stephen, who was still staring out the window.

"You know, a normal person would've offered to help me," you told him.

He sat still and silent.

"But then again you never were normal were you?" you quietly asked yourself.

You started putting the groceries in their right places and left out the ones that you would need to make dinner.

"Why did you come here?" he asked, still not looking at you.

"Because nobody else was going to," you simply answered.

The atmosphere was filled with silence once again but after a while Stephen asked another question.

"You still have your spare key. Why didn't you use it?"

"I didn't want to scare you," you said.

"As though a violent knock on the door that cuts through a sea of silence isn't terrifying," he retorted.

Deciding to ignore that comment you got started on dinner. While chopping, boiling and frying you kept humming a random tune, adding some subtle dance moves here and there.

The simple actions made Stephen smile. He remembered all the times you did that and tried to get him to do it as well whenever either of you were in the kitchen.

"You still like stuffed chicken breasts with mashed potatoes and green beans right?" you asked. "Why am I asking? Of course you do."

Stephen got up from where he was sitting and walked into the kitchen. You had your back turned to him so he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Stephen," you whined.

"What?" he asked, slightly amused at your reaction.

"Nevermind."

Then he started trailing kisses up and down your neck.

"Stephen," you warned.

"What?" he asked again.

"I need to make dinner and you're distracting me," you told him.

He pulled away from you and smirked.

"Drop the act Y/N. I know the real reason you're here," he said.

You turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" you questioned. "And what reason is that?"

"You still have feelings for me" he stated as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"How did you get that from 'You still like stuffed chicken breasts with mashed potatoes and green beans right'?" you asked.

He just continued to stare at you with a smug look and you stared back at him with an 'I'm waiting' look. When he gave you nothing in response you went back to cooking.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"You just did," you replied in a sing song voice.

Stephen rolled his eyes at the comment.

"Okay, can I ask you two questions?"

You put your finger to your chin and pretended to think about it.

"Yeah, I guess so," you shrugged.

"When we were still dating, how come you always said no when I proposed to you?"

You stopped what you were doing and looked at Stephen for the umpteenth time that night.

"You only wanted to marry me because of how good it sounded. Not because you loved me," you answered honestly.

"What?"

"You were in love with how we sounded on paper," you said. "'Mrs And Dr Strange. Amazing Power Couple Takes The World By Storm'."

"You've got to admit, that sounds amazing," Stephen stated.

You let out a chuckle.

"Forget it, Stephen. Besides, it's not like us being married would've made a difference."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that we would've ended up breaking up eventually. We're too different to have worked. It's not like we would've lasted forever," you said.

"Forever's overrated anyway," Stephen shrugged.

You started laughing at him.

"Whatever you say Strange," you told him. "Hey, do me a favour and dice the onions."

"I can't," Stephen answered, while showing you his shaking hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said in fake sincerity. "You must've mistaken me for someone who gives a damn. Now dice those onions or I dice your face."

Stephen shook his head at you and started working on the onions.

"By the way," Stephen spoke up. "How good we sounded wasn't the only reason I proposed to you five times."

Even though he couldn't see you he knew that you wore a huge smile on your face.