Hey guys! I'm so happy to get started on Thor Ragnarok, but I thought I should try easing Tyra into the movie plot with this bonus chapter beforehand. So without further ado, here's a new chapter! Some Dr. Strange and Tyra interaction! Also, I'll try not to spoil anything absolutely major for Avengers Infinity War, but there are some brief mentions of it! Go see it if you haven't already! It was so fucking amazing! Thanos is the best villain!

"Ah...it appears she's waking." The voice speaks calmly.

I slowly open my eyes and notice that I'm being cradled against someone's chest. He has a stethoscope, which has me believe that I'm in a hospital before I notice the clothing that this man is wearing.

A red cloak and a...what the hell is this guy wearing? A fucking tunic? It's definitely not a hospital uniform...

"Ms. Stark. Can you hear me?" The man holds me up straight.

I try to speak, but it comes out in gurgles before my head slumps down again.

Great...I'm still drugged...which means...I was just moved here fairly recently. But where is here?

"Blink once for yes, and two for no alright?" The man instructs.

I glance at the stranger suspiciously, but does as he says anyway.

"You remember who you are correct?" He asked.

I blink once.

"Ah good, no amnesia. That drug you were injected with is really hard to come by. Now let's see..." The man hums quietly. "Ah yes, I should introduce myself."

I tense up as I wait in anticipation, staring at this mysterious man for what seems like minutes. Finally, he regains himself and focuses back on me.

"Right. Yes. I um...I don't know if you've heard of me. I was quite well known in the medical field."

Oh my god, just fucking say your name already.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Stark. I'm Dr. Stephen Strange."

How did I even get here, and where exactly is here?

I can slowly feel the drugs leave my system as I regain the ability to move again, but only slightly. I grow anxious as I try to get out of the bed I'm placed in, knowing that it was extremely important that I get out of here to go find my father, Steve, and Bucky. I needed to know that they were okay, I had so many questions with little answers. I manage to get out of the bed and slowly stumble over to the door. My head feels like it's practically spinning and I resist the urge to vomit as I press my forehead to the coolness of the door.

I have to get out of here...I need to find Steve...

My hand fumbles around for the door handle, and I try being as quiet as I possibly can when I open the door. I once again, stumble into the hallway, leaning against the wall as I move slowly. With all of the decor, I feel like I'm in a Renaissance or Victorian home.

I can't figure out what this Strange guy wants with me, but now's not the time to be curious. I have to focus on getting the fuck out of here. I don't know him and I don't care to know him.

I feel my breath catch in my throat as I seem to make it to the front door and gently rest my hand on the door handle.

"Feeling better already?"

I let out a yelp as I'm startled, and I can already feel my hand grow warm as I accidentally light it on fire. I swing at my opponent until I feel that my arm is frozen mid-swing. I look at my arm in shock before noticing a bright orange symbols dancing along his hands and arms.

"So, I realize I must have startled you, but I can assure you that I mean you no harm, Ms. Stark." The man from earlier tells me.

He raises his hand, and I feel myself falling to the ground from the force of my arm in mid-swing. The man catches me in the knick of time and looks down at me as he holds me in his arms. I stare at the man in awe and fear, wondering what his power was, and who he is really. I vaguely remember that he introduced himself in my drug induced state much earlier. Currently, I'm at a loss of words as millions of thoughts swim around in my mind.

"I can practically hear you thinking." He chuckles lightly.

I blush as he maneuvers his hold on me until he's carrying me bridal style. From there, he moves swiftly, almost as if he's floating in the air, and I find myself in a room with a gorgeous view of- -

Wait...is that the Sahara Desert? Where the fuck am I?

"Oh don't worry Ms. Stark. We're in New York City. This is just a gateway, or a portal if you will." He assured me.

"How did you- -?" I started.

"You were staring at the portal. It's beautiful isn't it? I'm not much for sand though." Strange merely replies.

After placing me on a small couch nearby, he moves to turn a dial near the windows, and immediately, the scenery behind the glass changes into the roaring waves of the ocean.

"What the fuck?" I muttered fearfully.

"Indeed."

I let out a nervous and scared laugh and made a move to stand up, but a firm hand on my shoulder had me stay.

"Um...Hi." I struggled not to scream.

The handsome man before me simply raises an eyebrow before moving to sit in an armchair across from where I'm placed on the couch.

"I wouldn't try to move around so much. While you do have that healing factor, the dose that Helmut Zemo gave you would normally have been able to kill a person almost instantaneously. It should wear off soon." He said.

I went to object, but Strange stops me again before he simply raised a hand to prevent me from talking.

"Listen, I know you probably have millions of questions, but let's start with something a little more simple. I introduced myself to you earlier, but I suppose you might have forgotten given your condition right now. I'm Dr. Stephen Strange. I believe we've met once already, although you were a lot...younger."

I recognize the name almost immediately. Dr. Stephen Strange was a very well known neurosurgeon that practically fell off the face of the earth after a car accident that rendered his hands useless only just a couple years ago.

How did a man like him get here?

"Before I become very...irritated, and that's putting it lightly by the way. How are you possessing these magical capabilities? You're just a neurosurgeon, a very egotistical one, but still..." I stared at him in disbelief.

"Oh we'll get to those little details eventually. Right now, I want to explain why you're here." He gives me a tense smile.

Strange gives a small wave of his hand, and immediately two floating tea cups make their way over to us. One of the cups lands gently in my hands and I just stare at him in surprise.

"Sugar?" He asked politely.

Finding myself at a loss of words again, I give him a simple nod in response. He waves his hand again, and I watch in amazement as two sugar cubes make their way into my cup.

Show off. I mean, I thought Loki was ridiculous but this is just...

"Alright, so let's get started. I know of your Vanir abilities. Which not many people know about, despite all of your information being released online via Ms. Romanoff, or rather Black Widow." He cut straight to the chase. "It was simple enough for me to research your lineage and find out who your mother was, as to why I did so... is because you know these people very well and have been associated with them quite a number of times. Thor, Odin...and Loki."

I tense up and find myself staring down at my reflection within the tea cup as he continues.

"Ever since I came into this...profession, I've taken it upon myself to keep a watch-list of individuals and beings from other realms that may be a threat to this world. I've just recently discovered that Odin is here on Earth, and I'm sure with that, many bad things will follow him."

I clench my eyes shut, my teeth grinding against each other as I will myself to remain calm.

"How and why is Odin on Earth exactly?" I asked.

"I was hoping that you'd be able to tell me. Given your Vanir abilities. You inherited the ability to have premonitions regarding future events, correct?"

"It's not so...simple." I mumble softly.

I gently place the cup down and glare at Dr. Strange.

"Why did you bring me here? Surely you don't actually need my help. All I do is...fuck everything up. I can't even help my father..." My eyes brimmed with tears. "I couldn't stop Zemo...so why?"

Strange's expression softens when he realizes what I've basically told him.

"What happened wasn't your fault, Ms. Stark." Strange said. "I watched from afar. You did warn them. What they did with the information was up to them."

I gave him a small nod, although the grim look on my face clearly spoke volumes on how I felt.

"I can't concentrate. I'm too worried about my father, Bucky...and Steve. I wouldn't be able to tap into my stupid premonitions as emotional as I am right now."

"I can assure you that they're all alive and well- -for the most part anyway."

Dr. Strange gave a small hum as if he was taking what I also said regarding my abilities into consideration. He then gave me a small smirk, and I could feel my stomach flutter nervously.

"I think I can help with that. I've been familiarizing myself in the Mystic arts. Perhaps I can get you into a meditative state and you'll be more prone to having one of your visions."

"I honestly don't know you that well enough to trust you. Why am I even considering helping you?" I questioned him.

"I know we've just met, but I promise you that this is for the Earth's safety. I need you to trust me in order for this to work." He gave me a knowing look.

"Oh don't give me that face!" I rolled my eyes. "Seriously! I don't actually know you! You could be fucking lying to me for all I know. I've been through absolute hell not even that long ago! I don't need more bullshit!"

"Alright."

I paused and looked at him in confusion as well as fear.

"Excuse me?" I stammered.

"Perhaps the only way you'll get to know me, is through taking a glimpse of my memories. You'll then know that I have no intentions to harm or deceive you."

"No no no no no! That's not what I meant! Just stop okay!" I shouted.

"Your hands are on fire." Strange noted as he glances down.

"What?"

The moment I looked down at my hands, I felt a breeze and quickly glanced up to see Strange's face hovering an inch away from mine. My face burned and I tried moving away, but his hands cradled my face gently and firmly. Before I can say another word, Strange plants his lips against mine. I let out a squeak and attempt to fight against him, however, the moment he manages to pry my mouth open with his skillful tongue, I feel as though I am in a daze.

What...what is this?

Millions of memories flashed in my mind, and it's almost overwhelming to see someone's lifespan in such a short amount of time. I'd seen his sister die from drowning, his many flings when he was a surgeon, his many successes and failures, and the moment he defeated an ancient and evil being known as Dormammu. However, there was one particular memory of Stephen Strange's that stood out from the others, and it made me think that this memory must have been extremely important to him.

FLASH!

"I never saw your future, only its possibilities. You have such a capacity for goodness. You've always excelled, but not because you crave success but because of your fear of failure." The Ancient One told him.

"It's what made me a great doctor." He nearly scoffed.

"It's precisely what's kept you from greatness. Arrogance and fear still keep you from learning the simplest and most significant lesson of all." She explained.

"Which is?" Strange asked.

"It's not about you." She concluded.

FLASH!

My eyes flew open to see Strange in a trance, his eyes a milky white, as he continues to press his lips to mine. I quickly bite his bottom lip, and he snaps out of his trance while his eyes return to their normal color. Strange lets out a strangled moan as his tongue caresses mine, and finally he pulls away from me.

"I'm sorry, I've never performed this spell before today." Strange pants.

"What. the fuck. was that?" I breathed out angrily.

Strange purses his lips as he briefly ignores my question. He licks his bottom lip before regaining his composure.

"Well, now you know everything about me." He simply replies.

I resist the urge to attack him as he continues his 'explanation'.

"Think of it as connecting to an individual on another level. I breathed my essence, my life, my memories, straight into you."

"I'm sorry, but no! Just no! N to the O means NO!" I snapped. "I'm not dealing with whatever this is. I don't care that you need my help! Everyone seems to need my help! But fuck that! I don't know you on a personal level! So take your mystic arts and shove it straight up your ass! I need to find my family right now."

"...wow. That's a lot of anger." Strange gave me a tense smile.

"I've been through a lot these past couple of years, can you really blame me? Do you want me to use that stupid spell and breath my life into you so you know what type of bullshit I deal with?" I sarcastically replied.

"We can cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, I need your help so I don't have to take drastic measures."

"Like what?"

Strange uses his magic to open the pendant around his neck, and a bright green glow emerges from within.

What the hell? Is that an infinity stone? No way, it can't be...

"This is- -"

"An infinity stone, right?" I glare at him. "Why do you have one?"

"I was getting to that. So you're familiar with them?" He raises an eyebrow.

"More than familiar." I scoffed. "I've encountered what...two or three by now?"

Strange looks almost intrigued by this, but he returns back to the matter at hand.

"Alright, then. Well...this is the infinity stone that manipulates time. The reason I don't use it, is very obvious. One change in time can cause disasters. I've only had to use it once, and it was overwhelming to have that power as well as dangerous. This is why I need you and your Vanir abilities. So I don't resort to using this stone." He explained. "I've done my research on Freya and her lineage, and I also came to discover that you are her biological daughter that inherited these abilities."

"I'm so sick of hearing about that woman. She left me and my father, not telling him why, and basically vanished back to Vanaheim. I don't know how my father met her or how he fell for that bimbo, but given his history of bedding anything that walked on two legs...and of course it had to be a goddess that just so happened to be on Earth at the time."

"...that's a lot to unpack." Strange let out a small chuckle.

"You think?" I rolled my eyes. "But that's beside the point. I hate these stupid Vanir abilities that half of the time are fucking useless and- -"

"Trust me, if they were useless, you wouldn't exactly be here right now." Strange interjected. "You just don't have control over them. Not yet anyway."

"And just what do you mean by that exactly?" I asked.

Stephen hums again almost thoughtfully for a brief minute before responding to my question.

"Well, I'm thinking about helping you master these abilities if you are to stay here. I think I've done my fair of research on the matter. Plus, helping you is essentially helping me in figuring out why Odin is here on Earth, considering that protecting this planet is my top priority."

"So yet another person wants me specifically for their own gain, huh? Good to know." I glare at him.

Strange pauses and even looks apologetic as he clears his throat.

"Listen, I'm very sorry as to how that might have sounded. But this isn't about me, or about you."

At this, I contemplate his words and take them into consideration.

The next time we speak, he's practically blushing and stumbling over his words as he asks me for my bra and clothing sizes. His associate Wong had agreed to find some clothing for me during my stay here in the Sanctum. It was amusing to have the doctor so flustered, but I gave him a curt reply before locking myself in the guest room I currently resided in. Strangely enough, I'm left to my own devices for the next several weeks to come, only stepping out for necessities like food or water or to use the bathroom.

There was never a moment where I couldn't stop thinking about Steve, or my father. Everything that led to the moment within that old Siberian HYDRA base been haunting me constantly like a reoccurring nightmare. I kept thinking about what I could have done differently, if there was anything I could have done differently, what Zemo planned to do with me, and how Strange even came into play in my so-called rescue. Dr. Strange noticed my deeply depressed state and skirted around me for as long as he could while also trying to help me tap into my Vanir abilities.

The next time Dr. Strange attempts to speak to me, almost a month later, is when I'm trying to bathe. If I wasn't so mad at the time, I would have been laughing at his reaction the moment his cloak smacked straight into his face as he struggled to find the door knob to get the hell out. After that, it was odd that this particular occurrence was how the both of us started being more, dare I say, comfortable around one another and kind of broke the ice so to speak. I used to hate the man, thought he was a self-righteous son of a bitch, a really smug one at that. By this time, it had almost been one month and two weeks that the two of us started seeing each other through the Sanctum more often than not.

I started to come out of my bedroom more frequently as Strange had also sought after my company. It was weird at how sensitive he was being around me, and despite knowing each other in such a little amount of time, I found solace in knowing that Stephen was an acquaintance and perhaps a friend. He would teach me everything he knew about the mystic arts, and despite not actively participating in magic since it was still so foreign to me, I listened to every word as I somehow recalled everything he taught me like I learned it before. Stephen would also give me small lectures about my lineage, about Freya and everything there was to know about a Vanir. Sometimes, I found it hard to keep up with Strange, but he was surprisingly patient with me and would help me understand given that he knew literally everything about me from what Natasha released online. All of which included me having autism and how difficult it could be to learn new concepts and such. That was another thing that helped us bond, we'd try to understand one another.

FLASH!

"You will never be a...a god." Loki's voice rasps.

Thor struggles in his bonds and cries in outrage behind his gag, and I'm being held tightly against one of Thanos' lackeys as I watch the horror before me.

"STOP IT!" I hollered at him.

FLASH!

"You are an interesting one. A lot like my daughter, you have that same fire in your eyes."

Thanos knelt down until we were at eye level. I stared at him with wide eyes, not daring to move or even breathe in fear of being killed by this tyrant.

"Now tell me...where are the other infinity stones? You have knowledge, Stark. I know you've encountered at least three of them. One of which include the reality stone." He gestures to his gauntlet.

"I...I don't know- -"

Thanos gives me a small smile and places his ginormous hand on top of my head in an almost comforting manner.

"It's okay, little Vanir. You need not be afraid of me. I have some use for you. How would you like to help me?"

FLASH!

"...you...you should have aimed for the head."

FLASH!

"Look at me! Damn it, Tyra!"

I see Strange holding my face in his hands.

"There you are." Strange nearly sighs in relief. "You were gone for a minute."

I'm shaking as I regain a sense of my surroundings, not knowing what the hell had just occurred. Stephen senses my fear, and urges me to look at him.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Stephen asked. "Did you...have a vision?"

I merely nod and choke back a sob, feeling utterly confused and beyond upset. It all felt so real, and it was something that haunted me since the day the Chitauri arrived at New York that I only briefly heard from Loki.

Thanos...

"Hey...it's alright. You're here, and you're safe."

Strange uncharacteristically acts almost gentle as he pulls me into an embrace and rubs circles on my back soothingly.

"Loki." I whimpered.

At that name, Strange tenses against me before he pulls back slightly.

"Did you say Loki? What did he do?"

I shake my head vigorously, giving him a small glare.

"No! I fucking saw that prick die! Again!" I cried.

"I'm sorry?" Strange raised an eyebrow.

"Oh this is rich! Wait till you hear about that motherfucker! He deceives me after managing to trick this dark elf to removing part of the reality stone from within me, makes me think he's dead there on that realm after saving us! But no! He's been fucking talking to me since after another man I happened to like dies in my fucking arms! Our minds are interlinked somehow, and I think that asshole did it on purpose! And he's been who knows where! Fuck if I know! I hate how he got me to care for him! And then I saw Thanos! That motherfucker who's been haunting me since the Battle of New York! That has my father scared! That he thinks I don't know what his anxiety has been stemming from!" I rant. "I can't believe that he's- -"

"Jesus Christ, shut up for one second Tyra!" Stephen snapped.

I stare at the man in surprise, considering he's normally a calm and collected person, but Strange looks overwhelmed and it takes me a minute to realize how crazy I might have just sounded to him.

"S- -sorry." I sniffled. "I'm really fucked up, yeah?" I wipe at my eyes.

"You're not fucked up. I'm just...that's a lot to fucking unpack..." Stephen sighed.

I rested my forehead on his chest.

"I know right? And no one gets it. How broken I am." I muttered.

Stephen keeps a watchful eye on me after the vision I had, and becomes worried as I grow more quiet and withdrawn again. Wong drops in occasionally, and one day, even sneaks in a bottle of what appears to be liquor that's been aged for centuries. I gladly take the bottle and convince him to stay, resulting in the two of us ending up sharing the entire thing within an hour. It's almost surprising that it was able to keep up with my healing factor, as I found it increasingly difficult to get drunk these days. It was great to finally let loose again and let my worries just vanish for even a couple of hours. I'm drunkenly swaying to some old music from a record player that must have been decades old. Wong snorts at me and pulls out what appears to be an ipod as he turns off the record player. We're both dancing like party animals before we know it.

"Wong, I had no idea you were still here. What...what the hell?" Stephen mutters.

Wong and I were dancing to Beyonce, having a grand ol' time as we swing our hips to the beat.

"What is happening?" Strange muttered to himself.

Strange finds a bottle nearby, and glares at Wong when he realizes what's happened to the both of us.

"Seriously?! I asked you to check in on her while I did some work, not get her shitfaced!"

"Stephen! Just shut up and get over here!" I laughed.

"You don't get to give me orders, Ms. Stark. Now get off of that table."

"Oh shit! He called me by my last name! That's how I know I'm in huge fucking trouble!" I slurred.

Wong and I share a laugh, before he helps me off of the table. He uses his sling-ring to open a portal, but stumbles over to Stephen to mutter something in his ear before he trips through the portal and vanishes.

"Tyra! This is not the time to be fucking around! I need you focused! I've been trying to figure out how Odin even got here on Earth and- -"

"Well maybe I wanted to put off that nonsensical bullshit for a couple of hours okay?! Yer friend jus' wanted to help me out!" I slurred. "Whatever he had was some good shit." I muttered to myself.

"What did you see in your vision?" Strange tried to lower his voice.

"I already told you what- -"

"No you didn't! You were freaking out over Loki! Saying your minds were interlinked and that he died twice?"

"I just wanna forget 'bout that asshole! For once!" I screamed. "Jus'...I hate him for...for leavin' me." I silently cried. "I hate him for makin' me love him. But...but I also...I love someone else...and I'm so confused. I haven't 'ad time to figure stuff out an'...an' I'm so tired with this bullshi'. I never have time to think..."

"Tyra..." Stephen sighs.

"Hey Stephen...can you jus'...can you show me how to do that spell? Let me give some of my life to you and you'll understand..." My voice cracked. "Someone will finally understand."

Stephen seems conflicted as I ask this of him, before he gives me a small nod. I can tell that he's been wanting answers, to know more about my connection to Loki. I was more than eager to fill in the blanks for him, but had I been sober, I would have ran away and avoided him.

"It's not...not simple exactly. But I can guide you through it." Stephen mumbles softly.

"Thank you." I breathed out. "So what? We just make out?"

Stephen snorts and rolls his eyes at me.

"No. That was me transferring part of my essence and an extension of myself into you. You've seen my memories. I know you have the capability of understanding everything that I've ever learned. Essentially, you should pick up on all of this rather easily." Stephen explains.

"True that. But...knowing about your memories and understandin' these...magical powers are two differen' things."

"Magical powers..." He scoffed. "You're making it sound like we're in Harry Potter or something."

"That's beside the point!" I whined. "Just...walk me through it!"

"Alright." He inhales deeply. "Well, I hate to make it sound weird, but our mouths have to be...you know. Connected."

"So making out." I nodded.

"It's not making out! Stop making it sound so perverted, Stark!"

"You're the one that's doin' it!" I laughed.

"Anyway! You will then breathe your astral essence straight into me. And you have to concentrate and focus on baring your soul to me, or it won't work. You have to keep an open mind and essentially let me in. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I think so..." I murmured softly. "So Stephen...wanna make out?" I wriggled my eyebrows playfully.

Stephen resists the urge to roll his eyes again.

"If you're going to be childish, I will leave you here."

My smile fades and I give him an unreadable expression as I lean towards him, our faces in close proximity.

"No you won't." My voice lowers. "You're too curious about me to leave now."

I shove Stephen to the floor, hearing him cry out as his back hits the floor. I then crawl on top of Stephen, straddle his hips as my mouth hovers above his.

"Buckle up, buttercup."

Stephen doesn't get to say anything else as I finally plant my lips against his. It's tentative at first, but I think about how he slyly opened my mouth with his tongue and try to do the same thing to him. The response I receive is unexpected as I feel Stephen go slack underneath me as his arms slither around my waist to bring me closer to him. At first I get distracted as our tongues skirt around each other, but then try to focus on breathing, and doing as he says as I use his knowledge to my advantage.

And then it finally happens.

It's almost overwhelming that our bodies feel like one. That he is me and I am him. It feels so surreal and even intimate to have a connection of this sort. It reminded me of the many times Loki tried to forcefully bring out my visions and used his magic on me when he sought after taking over the Earth. I moan softly as I'm finally brought back to reality, when Strange bites my bottom lip as I did to him when he first performed this on me. I start to pull away until I see how wide his eyes are as they brim with tears. I don't even care that I've had someone know me on such an intimate level, because all I can think is- -

Finally, someone understands.

Stephen looks at me differently from then on, but tries to keep it 'professional' once again. It makes me annoyed that he's shut me out again, but I think most of it was him trying to truly understand it all, everything that there was to know about me. It's the first time someone knew every single detail of my life from my perspective, and while I would have found it unnerving, it's also as if a weight has been lifted, that there's someone I can finally talk to about everything.

"So Loki...he kidnapped you?"

I turn around and put down my book on the sofa I'm sitting at, seeing Stephen peer down at me from behind.

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"Don't act so nonchalant about it now." Stephen gave me a small glare. "You have a real case of Stockholm Syndrome with that asshole. How do you know you love him? After everything he did to you?"

He...sounds angry? Why?

"I don't know. Part of me felt like we had an understanding of each other, and I...I always tried to see the good in everyone. It was just misplaced on Loki. I know it's fucked up, and especially after acting on my feelings for Steve and even kissing Pietro once or twice... but...I don't know."

Stephen inhales deeply through his nose before jumping over the couch to sit on it with me. He stares at me with a neutral expression for what feels like a really long time.

"He's...enigmatic. At least from your memories of him. I can see what drew you in." He said. "But he's dangerous and doesn't seem like he can truly love anyone but himself. What you saw in your most recent vision...I'm just confused. Is it Odin that draws him here? I couldn't tell where you are, or what the hell was going on, or who that weird purple guy was..."

"I know. That's the beauty of my fucking premonitions." I chuckled dryly. "Welcome to the life of Tyra Motherfucking Stark."

"Listen...I'm sorry about bringing you here so abruptly. I know this hasn't exactly been an easy transition for you...but I'll try to help you with your powers as best as I can...thank you for letting me see everything."

"For so long, I've been so used to hiding everything from everyone I cared about. They would always try to tell me that it was okay to let them in, but...no one would be able to handle it, and I could barely handle everything that was being thrown at me. One thing after another just kept coming and I didn't even know what my life was turning into. I'm just so relieved that I have someone who can finally understand, that actually sees everything from my perspective. I don't give a shit about pity or sympathy, but just...truly comprehending it all. Steve was probably the only who cared enough to try and see me. But you might be the first to actually succeed." I rambled.

"That's over 28 years worth of trying to comprehend everything about you. Believe me, I still have a lot of questions at how you were already in contact with several of the infinity stones already. I know you encountered the Reality Stone when the Aether was inside your body. The Mind Stone from Loki's scepter. The Space Stone within the Tesseract. And now you know about the Time Stone..."

"Yeah, from what Thor told me, there were...six of them, right?"

"And Thor is another...interest of yours. You really have bad luck when it comes to men." Stephen teased.

I scoff and roll my eyes as I playfully shove Stephen.

"Thor is not a love interest. He's...he's a really good friend. Who happens to be drop-dead gorgeous and I know it's never gonna happen." I replied.

"And then there was Pietro Maximoff."

I fall silent for a minute or so, looking down at my lap while fiddling with my hands nervously. Now that Stephen basically knows everything about me, there's really nothing to hide. I can just open up to him.

"Pietro's death hurt for a long while. I thought I finally had the hang of my premonitions, that I could save someone and prevent one of my visions from coming true, and then it bit me in the ass when he decided to interfere anyway despite my warnings. I...it really hurt for a long time. I really liked him and he seemed like a nice guy. I felt like I failed both him and his sister Wanda." I sighed.

Stephen nods at this, unsure of what to say to that.

"And Steve Rogers?" He asked.

"Man, you're really interested in my love life all of a sudden. Or rather, lack of. I never had the time to pursue any relationships. I kind of stopped caring." I shrugged.

"Now, you and I both know that what you just said is absolute horse-shit. While you're not a hopeless romantic type, you do care." Stephen smirks. "I'm just curious is all. You showed me your entire life in less than five minutes while you were drunk might I add."

I give Stephen a pointed look before I tell him everything about what was first admiration for Captain America, before it blossomed into something more after the Battle of New York. Stephen seemed intrigued by everything I told him, and didn't interject or make any sarcastic remarks whatsoever. I was confused by why Stephen was so suddenly interested, but for me, it was actually a little therapeutic that I was basically spilling everything to him and not be given judgmental looks. I then question Stephen about his relationship with Christine, another woman that was in the medical field at the time before his car crash, but he merely replies with something like while he still loves her, that it could never happen given what he does now for a living.

Finally, it's been a full year, and it's almost Christmas. By this time, I've picked up several tricks from Stephen, and while we monitor Odin from a safe distance, we don't interfere because there was no need to. Odin was in some kind of a nursing home, and he basically seemed more of a crazy old man than a God and king from Asgard. Stephen trusts me enough to let me out of the Sanctum several times a week when the two of us go on errands.

I even send a letter to Pepper and my dad while Stephen isn't looking, just to let them know that I'm okay and miraculously alive. I would have asked for a laptop to send an email, but then Stephen would have gotten suspicious and asked questions. It was weird being without technology for so long, but surprisingly, I made do with what I was given. Most of my time was spent training my mind and expanding it while learning from Stephen and understanding his memories of his time with the Sorcerer Supreme. Wong still comes to visit occasionally and brings liquor with him despite Stephen's protests while bringing up how 'plastered' I was last time.

"How are your hands feeling?" I asked in concern.

Stephen flexes his fingers, looking disappointed at how his hands still shake uncontrollably.

"Sometimes it's almost as if the accident never happened, but then...some days they're like this. Weak beyond repair." He mutters softly.

"Don't look so down, doc. It doesn't look good on you."

Stephen scoffs and gives me a playful glare.

"I told you to stop calling me that."

"Got you to smile though didn't I?" I smirked.

At this, Stephen rolls his eyes, his smile remaining on his face as he walks past me.

"So are you done catching up on your reading?" Strange asks.

"I already finished last night. So don't get all pissy with me, okay?" I chuckled.

"Despite being such a genius, your use of such vulgar vocabulary never ceases to amaze me."

"Oh please, you love it." I replied.

Strange doesn't say anything in return, but continues walking.

Hey guys! So here you go! I love how this chapter turned out! I've been reading online more about Dr. Strange and his abilities, so some of the magic he dabbles in should be accurate. I wanted to have a little bit of break from the actual plot while also developing more on Tyra's character. Plus I love sassy Dr. Strange. Anyway, let me know what you think! :D