and here he thought 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 held that honor. It’s good to be back around, Thor.

“Force of habit,” he admits softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “After a while, you… stop expecting quiet to stay quiet.” A small smile. “Tea sounds… good, actually. I’d love some. If you don’t mind, of course.”

An unexpected and uncertain knock would come from the man’s front door. Standing on the other side of it — and thinner than most remember — stands Bruce Banner, or a shadow of himself anyway. Posture cautious, wrapped in a faded green hoodie and black jeans.

— my MCU magical muses. I want to join you soon. But not with Strange. I’ve got a surprise account I’m working on that fits that side of the verse and will integrate into MCU timeline well enough.

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𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 look. He knows it too well. Years of disappointment, regret, sadness, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣. “I know..” he says, softly. “Showing up like this is… less than ideal.”

There’s a flicker of relief in his gaze. He studies her features for a moment that feels too long, trying to convince himself she’s 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 in the process. “Hey Betty…” he says, ghost of a smile at his lips. “You look… you look good.”