This…. This pairing came out of nowhere and hit me in the face.

And when a new pairing hits me, I need to write a fic…. And because it's in the Marvel universe, it's time for another OC, next generation fic.

Everstrange series, here we go ?

Please read, review and enjoy ?

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"You're primping."

Doctor Stephen Strange rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his hair as he examined himself in the mirror. "I am not primping…. Why would I be primping?"

"It's Tuesday."

Frowning, Stephen twisted around to stare at Wong, who had a knowing look on his face.

"And?" Stephen rolled his eyes, "Is there a mystical event that happens on Tuesday's that I'm not aware of?"

Wong simply gave him a knowing look, before heading into the library and leaving Stephen alone…. Alone with his thoughts.

He wasn't sure when his feelings towards CIA Agent Everett Ross changed, but changed they had. He had met the Agent when the smaller man had got into contact with Wong and demanded to meet the man behind the "freaky shit in Hong Kong."

Well… how could he refuse an invitation like that?

From that first meeting, he was entranced by the agent. Agent Ross seemed to have no filter and said exactly what was on his mind… it was quite refreshing actually, and Stephen found himself drawn to it.

He started to look forwards to every meeting that was planned between the two… in fact, Stephen started to think of any excuse to see the other man.

He thought he loved Christine… he believed it with all his heart, and even now, when he came to see her, he felt some affection for her.

But instead of pursuing her, here he was in the New York Sanctum at 177A Bleecker Street, pouring a cup of tea for himself and contemplating just when these new feelings popped into his mind…. And what if Everett didn't return his affections, what then?

"Damn…" he muttered to himself, waving the teapot back to its' desk, just as there was a knock on the door, followed by a yelp as Agent Ross suddenly appeared in the building.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to have the door open like every other building on this bloody street!" Everett called up the stairs, yelping once again when he found himself seated opposite Strange, "Stop doing that!"

Stephen pushed down any feelings that he had and smirked, "Rough day?"

"You have no idea..." Everett rolled his eyes, "… the more I have to deal with government officials, the less I enjoy it. And your day?"

Stephen ignored the question, instead blurting out, "Let's go to Hong Kong… I know a wonderful restaurant there."

"All right…" Everett replied cautiously, "… I thought you had something to tell me?"

"No reason we can't talk whilst having a little bit to eat."

Everett gave him a suspicious glare, before shrugging. "Fine…. But I have a meeting at 16:00, so we'll need to be back before then."

"… Magic remember?" Stephen quickly opened up a portal and gestured for Everett to go through, "Please… after you."

Another suspicious glance was aimed at him, before Everett headed through the portal. Before Stephen could follow, he noticed Wong out of the corner of his eye… Wong who winked at him as Stephen walked forwards, into the streets of Hong Kong.

…..

The pair arrived at the restaurant during a relatively peaceful time.

Stephen had morphed his clothes into something more suitable (a black, neatly-tailored suit with a red tie), and judging by the appreciative look Everett gave him out of the corner of his eye, it was an excellent choice.

It was followed by an amused look however; which Stephen had some trouble understanding…. What could have been so funny?

Maybe the candles were a bit too much.

"You don't have anything to discuss, do you?"

Stephen glanced up at Everett in alarm, a piece of chicken still speared on his fork (chopsticks were still too difficult after his injury). Everett, thankfully, was smiling which meant he wasn't upset by the slight deception.

"So, this is a date then?"

Taking note of the slight nerves in Everett's voice, Stephen placed his fork down and reached across the table to hold the agent's hand. "If… if you want it to be?"

"Yes…" Everett nodded decisively, "… I think I would like that."

…

The next few weeks passed without incident.

A few weeks after their first date, Everett was busy with CIA affairs in his home office… sleeping was impossible in this weather. The rumbling of the thunder was keeping him awake…. In fact, it was probably the worst thunderstorm Washington DC had seen for some time.

It was the kind of storm that children hid under their covers during, with each bolt of lightning illuminating the roof and each crack of thunder startling him out of his own thoughts.

It reminded him of the wars he'd fought in.

Listening to soothing music over his iPod didn't help, and he quickly realised that his heart beat was way too fast…. He was having trouble swallowing…. Light sweat beading on his forehead.

"Great…" he muttered under his breath, taking long, slow breaths in an attempt to calm down, "… just great."

Pushing the paperwork to one side, he reached out for his phone, unlocking it and typing out a text.

YOU UP?

Before he could even put his phone down, a reply came through.

YES. HAD A LITTLE TROUBLE WITH AN UNWELCOME INTRUDER – SS

SOUNDS… INTERESTING.

NOT FOR THE INTRUDER. I ASSUME THE STORM IS GIVING YOU PROBLEMS? – SS

YES. HARD TO SLEEP WHEN THE ROOF MIGHT COME OFF.

The entire conversation had lasted no more than 2 minutes, and when Stephen didn't immediately reply, Everett put his phone down. He was just about to start trying to work again when he saw a familiar circle of light out of the corner of his eye.

"Can I come in?" Stephen's familiar rumble asked, as the sorcerer stepped through the portal and closed it down.

"You already are…" Everett turned around in his chair and scowled at the other man, "… what if I'd been undressed?"

"Then Christmas would have come early."

As Everett groaned at this, Stephen slowly made his way over and perched himself on the edge of the desk…. As much as Everett hated to admit it, the mere presence of Stephen in his room was calming.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a while, until Stephen leaned forwards and stared at the paperwork prompting Everett to shove it to one side.

"That's classified you know…. Not for your eyes?"

Stephen frowned at the tetchy tone, taking note of the bags forming under Everett's eyes and the slight tremors in the shorter man's hands. "You should be asleep." He eventually stated, smirking at the glare Everett sent him.

"Really…" he continued, "… it's been proven that a lack of sleep can lead to a poor immune system, heart problems, a higher risk of cancer, cognitive issues…. Your libido decreases."

At the sly grin, Everett rolled his eyes. "My libido is fine…. I thought you were a surgeon, not a GP."

"I have a doctorate, it covers everything…. And I really think I should check the libido part?"

During their conversation, Stephen had reached out to grab Everett's hand…. It was oddly comforting actually. The taller man was idly rubbing circles with his thumb into the back of Everett's hand.

He probably didn't even realise that he was doing it.

All Everett could think of, was how it felt, and how their hands just seemed to fit together.

At Everett's silence, Stephen seemed to take it as a rejection, shuffling off of the man's desk…. He was clearly getting ready to leave.

"Stay."

Everett felt stunned by the words that came out of his mouth, but when he tried to retract it, another word came out.

"Please."

For some reason, Stephen did.

They'd only been on two dates due to their workloads, and here Everett was, inviting Stephen to stay the night.

…..

"I could sleep on the sofa?"

Everett shook his head as he pulled back the duvet, "You'll need surgery for your back… it's the worst piece of crap ever. We're grown men who are dating, you can share a bed with me."

As Everett crawled into bed, with Stephen following in next to him, the taller man sighed wearily. "You know…. I was simply teasing you about the libido situation earlier."

"Shut up and move over a bit."

It took a minute until they got organised, with Everett's smallish bed and Stephen's ridiculously long limbs. They ended up tangled together, Everett's head practically on Stephen's shoulder, and his knee placed snugly against Stephen's hip.

It was a tight fit, but it was comfortable.

"This is fucking ridiculous…" Everett eventually chuckled, prompting Stephen to raise his head and shoot him an inquiring eyebrow, "… you and your stupid, long legs are way too big for this bed."

"Maybe your bed is too small… do the CIA really pay so little?"

All of a sudden, the situation seemed far too funny, and both men were soon in fits of laughter, Stephen's low chuckle rumbling against Everett. The laughing soon died off into small giggles, and then into a comfortable silence.

The original awkwardness had faded entirely.

"Thank you." Everett eventually said into the silence.

"You're welcome." Stephen murmured, pulling Everett closer. Suddenly, he realised the situation they were in and started to pull back. "Everett, I don't think me staying here is such a goo- "

"- Shut up." Before Everett realised what he was doing, he leaned up and placed his mouth inches away from Stephen's, "I'm going to kiss you now."

Stephen looked shell-shocked but didn't back away as Everett closed the space between them.

God, it was amazing.

The contact was light at first, and could barely be considered a kiss, but then Stephen seemed to realise that he needed to kiss back, gripping the back of Everett's neck to pull him closer.

They kissed and kissed for what felt like hours… it could have been minutes, but it didn't matter. It was messy, and it was desperate, teeth clattered, and they were kissing cheeks more than actual lips, but neither of them seemed to care.

When Everett finally pulled away he was out of breath. "As much as I'd love to continue, I don't think I'd want to stop at kissing, and we've only just started dating."

"… Third base by the third date is usual isn't it?"

"Not with me." Everett glared at him for a few moments, before snuggling back into the bed, "We should go to sleep."

Stephen nodded in agreement and wrapped his arms around Everett.

"Goodnight Everett."

"Goodnight Stephen."