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I didn’t say that. I can absolutely tolerate you. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩.

Just because he hasn’t been obviously present doesn’t mean that he hasn’t been watching.

Revels in the silence. It isn’t often that he can hear himself think in peace.

Rogers has too much time to ponder the mundane.

Toilet paper asscracks. You could’ve pondered anything else in the universe but that was the burning question.

Nobody finds the layers of invisible magical protections impressive, but the minute he makes a glass of beer appear out of thin air? People lose their shit.

As long as you feel better now that it’s off your chest— I guess…

I think it’s happened to everybody at some point. …are you keeping track?

Morning coffee with Derek and the Dominoes. At least, Stephen thinks it’s morning.

And three different calls for the Avengers to assemble has him laughing into his ceramic mug, rich baritone echoing against his brew. He doesn’t mind helping the Avengers, but in his mind, Strange is 𝙣𝙤𝙩 an Avenger.

Laughing. Poor Wong. …Even though this could easily be shoveled onto his plate as his own problem.

There’s a love-hate relationship between Stephen and Halloween.

Halloween safety PSA: Please do not read incantations of any sort, 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 while staring into a mirror, reflective pool, or crystal ball. And stay away from the eldritch sigils. Bring all old tomes straight to 177A Bleecker Street.

He’s been having issues letting himself sleep. The dreams are concerning.

Miserable yawn, a fist rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

He’s awake. He’s been awake for 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨.

I'm really only around here during the great amateur hour: Halloween. Doesn't anybody learn anything from the movies? Stay away from the Ouija boards and the spells, kids.