No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 1

Chapter Twenty-Four: Did I Let You Know (Part 4)

Victor ditched Steve Rogers, then he decided to check in on the Sanctorum. Wong told him that he could "dust" some of the ancient artifacts, because he was too distracted to actually work.

... whatever.

The artifacts within the sanctum didn't need any dusting, so Victor told him to fuck off as well. He was in a pretty bad mood, so he didn't filter himself at all when he spoke with Wong.

The "baby" sorcerer took off on him as well, then he wandered back to his apartment. He was pretty nervous as he entered the space, because things were still super awkward around his friendly roommate.

Victor wasn't sure if he was home. The baby Strange wandered in a bit more, and then he stopped when he noticed a giant pile of laundry on the floor.

"Hey, the washer's broke.."

Clint Barton had to point that out. He wasn't sure what happened with their washing machine, but ...

It wasn't working, and the archer didn't feel like fixing it or explaining. He was getting ready to take all of his stuff elsewhere. Victor's presence momentarily stopped him from what he was doing.

"I could, call the landlord?"

Victor thought about the phone number that was on the fridge. His friendly roommate shrugged because he'd have to wait either way.

"That works for me."

"Agent" Barton started gathering up his clothes. Victor fumbled around a little as he watched, because he wanted to apologize for what Ezekiel did. He wanted to apologize, again?

The baby sorcerer thought about apologizing off and on, but he couldn't remember if he already did. He just kept staring, and he felt stupid.

"Wanna go?"

Clint picked up his giant bag of laundry. He tossed it over his shoulder, while Victor stepped about. He was reminded of Santa Claus, and he forgot to respond. Victor heard the archer loud and clear, but that anxiety left him mute.

"I was going to grab some food as well."

Grab food? Wait, go? Victor was a mess. He took in a very slow breath, then it started feeling like his lungs were being squeezed. The baby sorcerer hadn't eaten anything at that point, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

He couldn't just, go...

Victor wanted to go somewhere freely, and possibly grab some food. It felt very simple and normal, but the baby Strange inwardly denied the notion. He denied it because "Agent Barton" wasn't a certain person...

Victor felt very cruel in that moment. He tensed up a bit, and he thought over what he really wanted to say. The baby Strange failed to speak, and his behavior didn't go unnoticed.

"Or, I could make you something here instead. If you want.."

Clint Barton's voice softened up. The sound of his voice didn't change, or anything like that. The feel of it changed, somehow. Victor noticed how it softened as he spoke.

Ezekiel spoke very softly, so it immediately riled up some inner confusion. Victor wasn't sure who was actually in front of him in that moment, and he felt way too chicken to ask.

"Uhh..I could eat. Yeah."

The baby sorcerer decided to feel the situation out. He glanced down at the random laundry pile, then up at the friendly roommate. Clint's body language seemed the same as he walked toward the kitchen, but Victor wasn't sure about anything he could see.

Chapter: END

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