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ᅠ “What in the 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 is a Thunderbolt?” ᅠ

ᅠ “Ah yes, nothing screams stability like arming emotionally unstable operatives and pointing them at cosmic threats.” “Brilliant.” ᅠ

A golden portal spins open in the empty air, sparking against the cold wind. Doctor Strange steps through slowly, the Cloak of Levitation curling behind him like a living thing, alert. He steps forward, keeping a measured distance. His hands remain relaxed — not defensive.

His eyes? Sharp. Calculating. Like he’s watching a lit match hovering over a lake of gasoline. “Bob Reynolds. The man with the power of a million exploding suns.” Dryly. A beat of silence. “That’s… comforting.” He takes one more step, the wind fluttering his collar.

“No… I imagine it isn’t.” He doesn’t move closer — not yet. But the sharpness in his gaze softens, just a little. He takes in the slouched posture, the uncertainty, the absence of ego. It’s not what he expected. “My name is Dr. Stephen Strange. Sorcerer Supreme.”

//: You want to write Clea with me

ᅠ And yet, we must persevere. ᅠ