"When I reach out with my mind, I am able to feel your...conscious, or what can be described as your bubble, of thoughts. Then if I choose to do so, I can penetrate the bubble and grasp the thoughts that are at the very edge of your mind, your immediate thoughts." Vision paused. "But with you,-"
"You don't exist." Wanda said, her forehead wrinkled. "We can't feel you. There's a...vacuum, where your body is."
I frowned. "Is that...okay?"
"I've never seen anything like it," She muttered, leaning closer to me and I stiffened. Okay. Wait.
"I exist." I stated, just to, you know, feel like it. "I'm just from an alternative universe."
"Alternative universe?"
"Yeah. Can-can we go back to the plan to stop Thanos? Because this is kinda...creepy. I really exist! I'm not a robot!"
"Relax, you're too weird to be a robot," Tony assured and I wondered if that was a compliment or not. Probably not. "So. What's our plan?"
I let out a short breath. "We take the mind stone out of Vision."
The three of them stared at me. "Did I hear that right?" Tony asked, raising a hand. "We take what essentially powers and makes up Vision, out of him?"
"Vision isn't just the stone," I answered. "He's JARVIS, you, Ultron and also Bruce Banner. All of them mixed. Even if we take out the stone, there's going to be a lot of him left. Maybe even the better parts." I turned toward Vision. "I'm sorry for talking like I know everything about you, but I know what's going to happen, and what did happen. This is gonna work."
Tony ran a hand through his hair. "Let's say that it does, as far-fetched as it sounds. But how're you going to separate the stone from him? Also, what then? What do we do with the stone?"
"We destroy it," Vision replied softly. "I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also, its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something, very similar to its own signature, its molecular integrity could fail." He looked to Wanda. "You can do it."
She pursed her lips, glancing at him and back at me. "How do we separate the stone?" She repeated Tony's question, and I smiled nervously.
"We ask the Wakandans."
"You need to talk to Captain America," I told Tony when Wanda and Vision were getting assorted downstairs in the spare room, probably getting a nap. They had seemed really tired.
He looked at me with a hard edge in his eyes. "You don't get to tell me what to do."
I raised my hands. "I'm just saying. You have to." Never mind that Bucky is in Wakanda..."They also need to know about Thanos. We're going to need all their help, if we want to stop him."
"From what I heard, I thought he needed all the infinity stones to destroy half the universe, right? If this works, and we get the mind stone out of his reach, plan thwarted!" Tony shook his head. "We don't need them."
I mentally rolled my eyes. He really did sound like an angry boyfriend that couldn't stand his ex being with his current boyfriend. Get over it, bro. Though, he did have a point. What would Thanos do if the mind stone was destroyed? Just move on?
I blinked. I needed to consult someone who had a basic grasp of the stones, and what Thanos could do with them. And...I had the perfect person in mind.
"I need to pop out for a moment," I grinned at Tony, who looked confused by the sudden change of subject.
"What? Where?"
"To the local wizard. I'll probably be back."
"What do you mean, probably?" He raised his voice when I activated the slingring, ignoring him with a flourish I had developed in the last twenty four hours. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but be back by eleven! Actually, make that ten."
I rolled my eyes, and gave him a wave. "See ya." He is such a middle-aged dude. I got why Peter was exasperated. Oh. Right. What was up with Peter anyway? I bet Tony forgot all about the boy.
I crossed the portal, making a mental note to explain everything to Peter. So much time seemed to have passed, since that moment in the elevator. God. It really felt like a lifetime. The thing was, after I realized I was really in the MCU, I had been just moving along with the random flow of my brain. I'd never had a time to stop and actually think about what I was doing.
And maybe that was one of the reasons I suddenly felt drained, standing alone in Doctor Strange's library wishing I was with mom. Mom always made me feel more energized, whether that was in a happy way or a angry way. She never let me just stay down. She snapped at me to do something when I was lethargic, and made me sit down when I was way too hyped. She was my balancing point, I guessed.
"Agh!" A man yelled, startled, and I raised my head to face Wong, the Asian sorcerer frozen in spot, eyes wide open. I smiled hesitantly.
"Hi. I'm here to see Stephen Strange?"
"How'd you get in here-" I raised my hand, and he paused when he saw the ring on my finger. "Oh. You're that girl Stephen talked about."
"He talked about me?" I tilted my head, a smirk ghosting my lips, and he nodded.
"Said you stole his slingring." My face fell. "And that you knew what was going to happen with Tha-Thas?"
"Thanos," I corrected. "Yeah. Is he here? Doctor Strange, I mean. Not Thanos."
He looked at me, again, like I was a weirdo. I was getting pretty used to that look, thanks to Tony. "...Yes. He's probably meditating," Wong started walking and I took that as a sign to follow, leaning off the bookcase. He strode out of the library, having an annoyingly quick pace that I scrambled to catch up to. My gaze all the while scanned the majestically sculptured artifacts, probably all magical, and the old paintings that depicted sorcerers battling evil. Huh. Were they like set pieces, or did they all have true background stories that just wasn't told in the movie?
Probably the latter.
We walked down the stairs. "So, meditating? Is there a room where you sit down and meditate?" I asked, half-jokingly, and he stared at me seriously.
"Of course."
"Ouch." I grimaced, but soon enough we walked into an actual meditation room. Woah. It was kind of like a yoga class, but there were cushions instead of mats. And Strange were sitting indian-style in the middle of it all, eyes closed and hands on knees.
I glanced at Wong. "Is his mind like, wandering? Or is he just nappi-"
"I can hear you," Strange opened his eyes, and I winced. Oops. "Meditation is not napping," He muttered darkly, standing up. I shrugged unapologetically.
"Kinda looked like it."
He looked at me impassively, and I made the most petulant childish face I could manage while still looking dignified.
Wong cleared his throat, making a noise like he couldn't waste his time standing here. "I need to check on the books," He said stiffly and left the room. I waved at his back. Grrh. I should really stop acting like a fourteen year old. I mean, I was, but...ugh. I was so messed up. My inner goddes-cough, of course I didn't read that-fangirl should have a gag or something.
"Why are you here?" Strange asked shortly. "I thought we weren't meeting until Monday. Did something happen?" He narrowed his eyes. "Did Thanos-"
"Okay, no." I stopped his running off imagination. "I just had a question. And since I obviously do not have your phone number," I shrugged. "I came here."
"You're never getting it, by the way. Not until you give me back the ring."
I scoffed. "I have other ways to get the number, you know. Didn't you tell Tony?"
"I did not."
I frowned. "Then what happens if we have to rain-check Monday? Did you plan on just popping out of the portal in Stark Tower?"
The following silence told me that was probably his plan, and I paused. "Geniuses are really overrated," I muttered under my breath, and he rolled his eyes.
"Again, I can hear you."
"It was meant to be heard."
"Did you use the portal for some other uses then getting here?" He asked. He was really bad at changing the subject.
"Yeah. Used it this morning."
"Where?"
"Korea. South Korea," I added. "I come from there."
"It worked?" He scowled. "Why are you so..."
"Awesome?"
"I meant to say powerful."
I tilted my head. "That works too. One thing though; what's the limit? What's the furthest you've gone?"
"Anywhere on Earth. Although it shouldn't have been easy for a beginner." He crossed his arms. "Are you sure your power is," His lips curled downwards in distaste. "Knowing things? Not something else? You're not from one of the sanctums?"
"Nope." I popped the p. "If I'm good at this portal stuff, is there a possibility you can teach me some other shit and I'm good at that too?"
"Nope." He answered, mockingly following the way I said it. "Because I'm not teaching you."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want kids thinking they're powerful and throwing themselves into battle."
I crossed my arms, mockingly following his stance. "But if you teach me, I'll be powerful. Not just thinking it."
"You said we had two months before Thanos. You can't become powerful in two-"
"I can try."
"Do or do not, there is no try."
"Do not quote Yoda at me. Do not try, either."
We stared at each other.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing."
"The ability to speak does not make you intelligent."
I rolled my eyes. "Just help me, Steph-en Kenobi. You're my only hope."
He bristled. "The ability to quote Star Wars does not make you intelligent, either."
"Oh yeah? You started it."
"You continued -, this is getting too immature."
We glared at each other.
"Just teach me."
He huffed an annoyed sigh. "You're not going to stop pestering me, are you?"
I grinned. "I sense a change of heart approaching."
He sagged. "Fine."
I pumped my fist in the air. Yes!
"But you have to promise you won't be using it to fight Thanos."
"I'm pretty sure I won't have a choice, Doctor...?" I frowned. "Mr. Strange? Doctor Strange? What do I call you?"
"You're horrible at changing the subject," He told me, and I scoffed. Speak for yourself, dude.
"No, but seriously. What should I call you?"
He waved a hand. "Just, Stephen. Or Doctor. Whatever you'd like."
I nodded solemnly. "Okay. I don't think I'll have a choice, but I'll try." I cracked a wry smile. "Doc."
He looked up at the ceiling, sighing. "I have a bad feeling about this," He said, looking sullen, then frowned at me. "What was the question, anyway?"
"What question?"
"The question you came here to ask."
He pointed out. I blinked. I was drawing up a blank.
"I don't remember," I answered truthfully, kinda amused. Woah. I definitely needed to take down notes. All these random thoughts were clogging my brain.
Strange shook his head. "I definitely, definitely have a bad feeling about this."
A/N: So Regi is becoming the sorcerer's apprentice...huh...how did things come to that...농담이야 당연히 이렇게 되게 나의 마스터 플랜이 있었쥐...클라스
내일은 내 생일이쥐 코로나 땜에 망했쥐 아무도 못 만나쥐 글만 쓰고 있어야쥐
내 라임은 엄청나쥐
난 술취하지 않았어 바이더 웨이 근데 으윽 지루하다.
Thank you all for reading, you have my sincerest thanks! Plot is progressing, as I hoped it would, and I think something's going to happen next chapter, I hope. Ugh. None of my chapters turn out the way I want it to...
And yes, I love Star Wars, and yes, I have been too busy reading Obikin going at it like rabbits and yeah, my mental health leaves something to be desired but I'm okay. ;)
Thanks again!
