No-One But You (The Zephyr Endeavor)
Chapter 41: Disposable Teens (Part 1)
Was time standing still? Victor Strange held that thought as he stared off toward a large assortment of moons, or whatever.
It seems like the day was eternal, or the surreal tasks happening in Asgard were never going to end. Thor was still talking about the feast, so Victor began to question his surroundings.
He finally had a conversation with his brother, and now Stephen was talking to Thor right there in that moment. Hmmm…
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Victor glanced down at his cellphone, but it seemed like the information on it was current. Ezekiel wrote that he wanted to be alone with Wade, and Victor told him he was a lucky duck.
He was super lucky, and now Victor felt supppperrr stuck. The baby Strange felt like he had a moment to think, so he thumbed through his cellphone and randomly stopped.
His eyes traveled over the last message he received from Clint Barton. The message was simple, and Victor knew exactly when it was sent.
His friendly ex-roommate/boyfriend sent him a message before the Stark Expo, but Victor didn't reply. His mind was spazzed out to the max before, during, and after the Expo, so… the message went without a reply.
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[ I'm glad you're spending time with your bro, so I'll catch up with you at home after all this. ]
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Keyword: HOME. He wrote the word home, and they definitely didn't "catch up" there at all. The worst happened, actually, and Victor remembered how fast he flipped shit and went back with Ezekiel.
Uuugghhhhhh… Victor was so upset with himself. What a joke. He almost composed a text message back. Victor almmmoooossstttt wrote out a response, but he stopped. The newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme brought his baby eyes up toward the horizon of Asgard instead, then he felt someone approach him, toward his left.
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"Young man I have to ask, have we met before today?"
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Fandral the "Dashing" was the person who approached. Victor wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him in that moment, so he gasped a little and almost dropped his phone. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and awkwardly answered.
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"Uhh no. No, we haven't met before today. For a sec you just reminded me of, someone. You kinda looked like someone, so…"
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Awkward city. Victor kinda cringed at his own response, but Fandral didn't seem too affected. Well, the Asgardian pondered what he heard for a bit, because resembling someone could be interpreted in several ways.
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"Well, I hope it's a good person. I'd hate to remind you of an enemy, or someone insincere."
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Oh. Victor slowly swallowed down his response, because the person Fandral resembled for a half second wasn't insincere, or an enemy at all.
Clint Barton was a sweetheart. He's the golden retriever type of guy, with a heart made out of pure gold…
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"No, he's a wonderful person, so… you're good. No worries."
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Victor decided to just leave it at that, then he looked over at his brother once again. It kinda seemed like Thor and Stephen were having a "bro" moment, maybe? Victor wasn't sure. Anyway, Fandral walked off toward the other two members of the Warriors Three, so Victor dug his cellphone out of the dark abyss once again.
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[ Can we revisit your last message? Cuz I don't like how shit went down at all. ]
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Victor chose the direct approach. His mind was swamped over what happened. I mean, what the eff?
The baby Strange wasn't expecting a response, and he was fine being left on read. Honestly, with all the Ezekiel stuff going on, he thought it would take a miracle to get Clint Barton to talk to him ever again.
Chapter: END
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