Mia stared out of the window of the subway car. what was suppose to be a 12-hour shift ended up becoming a 36-hour long mind fuck. there really isn't a set schedule for a medical examiner. She kept her golden locks bundled up in a black beanie and topped off with her hoodie. she had her daily trip on the subway to where she could keep her earbuds in and still get off at the correct stop. the car came to her stop and she walks off no paying mind to the mindless drones who came in after her. Mia had in a way became one of those mindless drones herself due to long work hours and even longer hours at the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Mia walks alone the sidewalks avoiding eye contact as much as possible. she just wants to get home and hit the sack. changing out of her scrubs isn't an option at this point. walking up to 177a Bleeker street, she can already hear the commotion from outside. with her key in the door, Mia takes a deep breath and rolls her eyes before turning the key. outside of Wakanda, this was her home but its residents really knew how to work her nerves.

Mia walks inside, discarding her beanie allowing for her golden locks to be free. With age, Mia's hair had grown curlier and a paler blonde. it was almost as if her hair was kissed by death itself. Wong and Stephen had plenty of fun complementing Mia and wanting to know her secrets on how she was able to match her hair to her skin.
"Hey, black magick", Stephen said rounding the corner from the library.

Mia answered with a moan as she hung her hoodie on the coat rack in front of her.

"Rough day?", Stephen asks as he looks up from his book.

" 4 DOA and one headless chick. typical Friday night.", Mia stated trying to crack a smile.
doctor Stephen strange met the now doctor Demetriou when she was fresh out of medical school. He got wind of Mia's "condition" during her second year of residency and immediately took her in.
Mia took herself and her book bag and began walking towards her room. Stephen was in toe explaining his day. Mia would let him know she was listening by responding with a yeah and okay in between his breaths.
Mia opened the door to her room and was greeted by Spirit who lifted himself on his hind-legs and showers his owner with kisses.
"Hey buddy, I bet you thought I forgot about you", Mia stated as she dodges Spirits long tongue. spirit was now larger than any normal wolf. on his hind legs, he stood well over 8' tall and weighed in at a solid 247 pounds. Mia wished she could take him with her to work but the dead talked to Spirit too. talking to the dead was only a taste of Mia's talents. that was the easy part, being able to control and summon the dead at will that was the problem.

"When was the last time you slept?", Strange asked Mia. She laughed slightly walking towards her bed and landing face down on it. Stephen leans against the door frame and chuckles.

"I take that as a never.", he states as he begins to remove her combat boots. Mia doesn't move or even verbalize her ability to remove her own shoes. A slight smile crosses his face as he covers her with her throw that was laying on a nearby chair. He turns towards Spirit who is just standing beside the bed.

"Are you going to stay here or are you going to fight with cloak some more?", Stephen asks to tempt Spirit to give his owner a good nights rest. He perks his ears up and goes running out of the room. Stephen looks towards Mia laying asleep on the bed and smiles. They were a small family, but a strong one. He promised Mia's father, Max that he would watch over her and help her control her gifts. So much progress has been made in Mia's favor but there was still this itch at the back of Stephen's mind that there was something terrible on the horizon. There was a war brewing and he knew that it would all come down to Mia. But at what cost?

The combination of the smell of bacon and shouting woke Mia up. She didn't rush out of bed because this was all normal at the Sanctum. Either Stephen drank all of the orange juice or Wong was walking around in his birthday suit..again. First on Mia's to do list was a shower. The showers at the hospitals smelt of bleach and semen so she'd rather go without than subject herself to that nastiness.

The hot water pounded her back as she leaned her forehead against the cool tile on the wall in front of her. These were the moments where she could shut her brain off and drown everything out. As much as the dead liked to visit Mia, they knew she had rules. Don't interrupt her showers was on the top of the list. One such noisy soul attempted to do this and she sent him to the fiery depths below.

Mia took her bar of soap and began to lather herself up when a high pitched scream echoed in her head. She dropped the soap and began grabbing her head in anguish. The pain was so intense, Mia couldn't get out a scream. Crouching down, she curled up into a ball in an attempt to drown out of screaming. Her breathing was labored and her skin began to shift colors to an ash grey. This was usually a sign, a warning. Moving onto her knees, she attempts to push herself up onto her feet. Mia claws at the tiles trying to aid her venture to a stand position. She clamps her eyes shut and begins to try and communicate with Stephen or Wong.

Stepping carefully out of the shower, Mia tries to concentrate on her two roommates. Her concentration is crippled by Spirit breaking through the bathroom door. He whimpers as Mia crawls to him. Spirit brings his forehead to Mia's and she closes her eyes.

"MIA!", shouts Stephen at him and a dressed Wong runs into the bathroom to witness Mia's current state. She looks up at them as a tear rolls down her cheek. Wong throws himself onto the floor next to her cradling her quivering body. Stephen comes back into the bathroom with a blanket and throws it over Mia's naked body. She is now hovering between conscientiousness. With eyes closed, she keeps whispering something that takes Wong and Stephen a moment to comprehend. She eyes shoot open, staring out into nothingness.

"He's coming.", Mia says before her eyes roll back and she goes limp. Stephen checks her pulse and takes a deep breath. He then places the palm of his hand upon her forehead and closes his eyes.

"What? What do you see?", Wong asks panicked.

"Nothing. She is sleeping now. ", Dr. Strange replies with a sigh of relief. Wong is still in a state of worry when he asks. "Okay, but what about the other one?"

Stephen closes his eyes again and places both hands on Mia's head.

"That one of asleep too. I don't know what that was. She hasn't had an episode in years.", Stephen continues as Wong lifts Mia's sleeping body off the bathroom floor, carrying her into her bedroom. He places her on the bed and her eyes open suddenly. Mia attempts to sit up but is pushed back down by the two.

"What the hell? Why are you two in my room?", asks Mia as she checks her surroundings. "While I'm naked."

"Mia you had an you remember anything you saw before you passed out?", Stephen asked as Wong steps forward.

"And who is he?", Wong asked with caution in his voice.

Mia looks around her room to see Spirit laying at the foot of her bed. Her thoughts are scattered everywhere and the confusion is apparent on her face.

"He who? What are you talking about? And thank God Wong you're wearing clothes.", she got out in one swift breath of content. Stephen and Wong both laughed although they were worried about their friend. Her skin was still just as pale but the pinkness was returning to her cheeks slowly. Whenever Mia experienced one of her events, her skin would turn pale as ash. Her big brown eyes and eyelids would be replaced with a darkness that couldn't be described by anyone from this plane of existence. Mia's bright blue veins in her body would be replaced by the blackness that would crawl and move throughout her as if they were deadly vines looking for its next victim.

"Alright guys, I need to get dressed and ya'll need to leave.", Mia said shooing the guys out of her room with her hand. They leave and Wong turns back to her before he closes the door.

"I'll make you something to eat so come on down when you are dressed."

Mia's eyebrows furrow at the thought of Wong's cooking but he looked so helpless.

"That sounds wonderful, Wong. Thank you."

Wong smiles and closes the door of her room. Mia moves out of her bed and walks over to her dresser where she laid her clothes out before her shower. Her eyes wander up to the mirror before her. Looking at herself in wonder trying to figure out what the hell just happened. She shakes her head and begins to get dressed. Mia knew that her attack was a warning. But a warning from what?

She makes her way towards the kitchen where she hears the television blasting. There was a breaking news story and the boys were huddled around listening to every detail. Stephen hears Mia approach and turns around with a look of despair. "Mia, maybe you should sit down.", he says grabbing onto her upper arms.

"What the hell are you talking about?", she asks pushing her way past Stephen towards the screen. Her heart stops as she hears the reporter.

"Reports coming in from Vienna. King T'Chaka of Wakanda is dead due to a terrorist attack at the Accords Summit. There are no suspects in custody but a camera did catch a glimpse of the assailant leaving the scene of the crime. There are no reports as to who they are but is assumed to be highly dangerous."

The room began to spin and everyone in it seemed to move in slow motion. Mia fell back onto a nearby chair and silent tears fell from her eyes. She looks up at Stephen and Wong who are squatting down to be at eye level with a sitting Mia. She looks into Stephen's eye and he knows automatically what she needs.

"I need to get to Wakanda."