Doctor Strange, Doctor Palmer and the Cloak of Levitation

by TapTapAlways

Doctor Strange settles into the New York Sanctum, accompanied by the boa constrictor which is his new cloak. Aside from saving the Earth, Stephen finds himself with a lot of unfinished affairs with Christine, not to mention the desire to settle them and make it right. A slowburn Baby Strange story with a twist.

44. The Deep Breath Before the Plunge

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"Goose?" Stephen Strange had a very unfortunate way of staring people down, presumably trying to make them feel foolish by looking at them like they were stupid, or perhaps he was just a tad superiour in that way, still. Or occasionally, correct.

Sometimes, it must be said, he had more of a point in doing so than other times, though most people would think it a bit excessive to level this kind of gaze at Stark - not that he didn't have a perfectly adequate smartarse stare of his very own to retaliate with - except perhaps those who knew him very well.

And considering the current circumstances, Strange couldn't even be blamed. In fact, Wong, Pepper and Cloak, amongst others, were looking at the techie genius with varying degrees of sceptisism of their own, even if they were considerably more polite. (Or just sort of hard to catch at it, in the latter's case.)

Several of earth's Sorcerers and a selection of Avengers had met up to discuss a troubling but persistent rumour - they'd been joining forces to take down Mordo, and it seemed like a number of mostly civilians, but connected - usually unknowning - to some sorcerers, had apparently seen what looked like a cat corner Mordo. What happened of the encounter, nobody knew. Fury had not shown up for the meeting.

"Not a goose, a cat," Wong corrected Stark tonelessly, making that genius roll his eyes in turn. The two of them had indeed been taking turns to do so ever since the meeting first begun.

"No, the you know, space-cat. Fury's space-cat. Goose."

Stephen sighed, making Pepper look down to hide a smile. He looked as weary as she felt.

"Could be," Bruce Banner allowed, measured as normal, and with none of the ego of the two other geniuses. "How about we continue to look, and I think it's safe to say that if Goose did catch Mordo, he should be safely contained for now?"

Everyone around the table - well, metaphorically speaking, they were really seated in various positions in the cloak's favourite room of the Sanctum's library - who had previous knowledge of Goose had to agree. And if the rumour was not true, well, then they were still looking. Not a thing had changed.