requested by: anon
warnings: violence, swearing, some description of injuries but nothing major
this is a soulmate!au with the whole colour shebang thing. monochrome vision to colour after meeting your soulmate kinda shit. enjoy <3

You threw up your hands, creating a barrier between yourself and the crumbling structure of what used to be a clocktower. The force of the falling rubble made you grit your teeth, but wasn’t anything too uncomfortable for you to handle. With a defiant shove, you pushed the barrier upward, following behind before flying to the man behind it all. He, like all things, was in shades of white and black. His costume was pretty plain, compared to some of the ‘interesting’ designs you’d come across. Not like you could talk, your suit was made of a bullet, fire and weather proof polymer, with a cape to aid in aerodynamics. Your best friend by day and tech/super hero stylist by night had designed it and may have illegally stolen the material from her lab at Stark Industries. Your mask covered the majority of your face, only your mouth was exposed. 

You had specified to her that the costume be black and white, as she (unlike you) had found her soulmate. Jenny was absolutely delightful and now the two of them could see the full range of colours that filled the lives of those lucky enough to find their other half. Meaning they were what stood between your costume looking ridiculous or badass. 

“You’ll never defeat the likes of CORRUPTION CLAW!” He declared from his perch on the nearby building, his nefarious tech surrounding him, most of it actually stolen from the man of Iron, but you couldn’t tell Corruption Claw that. “There’s no point in trying to stop me, I’ve already won!” He cackled.

With a roll of your eyes, you sent a strong blast of energy towards him. He ducked to safety, but his tech was obliterated to the point that it was laughable. 

You landed on the platform, lifting the man by his costume’s collar like a sack of potatoes, he tried to fight back, going as far as to spit in your face. You remained unfazed, while your best friend was screaming profanities at Corruption Claw down the comm line. Most of their words being about how the spitting was highly unhygienic. He tilted his head back, to do it again. But you slammed your forehead into his face, his nose making a satisfying crunch before he started wailing.

“AH FUCKING HELL! I think you broke my nose!”

“I’m sure the medical staff at the prison you’ll be sent to will be able to sort that out for you.” You reply, starting to drag him of the platform to deliver him to the proper authorities. But his sudden laughter that reminded you of the creepy children in every horror movie made you freeze. “What?”

“You didn’t think I had a contingency plan did you?”

“Wha—” But his contingency rammed it’s into your chest, sending you flying through the air. The head of the missile pushing you further and further away from Corruption Claw. Who by now was most likely making a dastardly escape. After the initial shock of being hit by a literal missile wore off, you composed yourself and attempted to change it’s direction. Using all your strength, the missile started to get higher into the atmosphere. But what you didn’t take into consideration was the possibility that it had a countdown to detonation.

The force of the detonation and shrapnel that speared itself into your body sent you hurling from the sky unconscious. Your body spun as it hurled towards the ground, but as your imminent impact with the ground raced towards your body, you regained just enough control to direct yourself through the roof of some manor and through the first two floors before stopping at what was most likely the ground floor. You were aware of the crater that your impact had made on the flooring, in the future you would cringe when thinking how much it would cost to fix it. 

Groaning, you managed to pull yourself up, but couldn’t manage to fly out of there. Your mask had been partially wrecked in the explosion, half of it now only remained, deciding that it was of no use now you pulled it off your face. Your ribcage felt as if someone had tried to use it as a xylophone. So you had to settle for uneasy staggering with a large side of pained grunts. You had managed to move about a foot away from your crater before you heard flaps from the upper levels. In your dazed confusion, it hadn’t occurred to you that someone might be home. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to explain to the owner why they now had a multi level skylight and designer superhero shaped hole in their floor. But then the realisation that it might have been Corruption Claw hit you and you spun around, mustering the most heroic face you could.

Only to be met with a floating cape. Confusion took hold of you once more, your defensive stance slackening in awe of the cape. You couldn’t explain it, but it seemed almost sentient. You tilted your head to the side, the collar of the cape copied the action simultaneously. It was incredibly unprofessional but you couldn’t help but giggle at it. Rather than seeing it as a threat it sort of reminded you of a puppy. You extended your arm to touch the fabric, but before your gloved fingers could make contact, you were thrown into the wall by a grey glow. And then a strangely clothed man, who was now cloaked by the sentient accessory floats down. Strange glowing symbols surrounded him, his stance was on the offensive, ready to attack her. He was rather attractive if she had to admit it to herself, she quite liked his goatee, but in that moment her attention wasn’t exactly focused on his facial grooming.

“Who are you and what business do you have here?” He demanded to know, his tone unflinchingly threatening. You raised an eyebrow, not that impressed with his whole aesthetic he had going on.

“Okay, Mr Glowy Lights. I just got thrown out of the sky by a literal missile so I’m not really interested in your whole thing you got going.” He too didn’t look impressed by your response, the symbols intensifying, his hands began twirling, the symbols beginning to morph with the movement of his hands. Groaning out of annoyance you prepared to fight back, not able to keep a pained gasp quiet in front of the wizard man guy. 

Then suddenly he was on top of you, the pair of you cursed at the sudden collision. It was then that you realised your movement was restricted by some unknown force. It had you in a deadlock against the owner of the manor, uncomfortably close you would specify. As you tried to break free you noticed that the man’s cloak was what had them wrapped together, but from the look on his face, he hadn’t planned on it to do this. It was almost funny, and you couldn’t help but have a ghost of a smile on your face.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, just that you don’t have control of your accessories…”

“The Cloak of Levitation is notan accessory.”

“Sure, buddy. If you know so much about it, why don’t you make it unwrap us?” His silence not only proved your statement, but was oh, so satisfying. The frown on the stranger’s face was almost adorably grumpy. 

“I knew it! Okay, why don’t you try to move your arm so I can—” You began to advise, but were interrupted by his forehead smacking into your own rather harshly. Swearing loudly, you couldn’t help but close your eyes due to the sudden pain. But were taken off guard by the guy’s strangled gasp. Opening them slightly, your own gasp escaped your lips.

There were so many, more than you thought was possible. You had always been told by your parents that colours had an almost infinite amount, but you had always thought they had just sat it to make you more determined to find your soulmate…The wizard. Looking up into his eyes, they were beautiful, you didn’t know what the colour was called, but it was possibly your favourite. His hair was dark, with the sides partially greying. You quickly studied all his features, wanting to know everything about him as an unbridled joy filled your being.

“Who are you?” You asked after realising you still didn’t know his name.

“Doctor Strange.”

“Your really going to give me your alter ego?”

“No—I’m—My last name is Strange and I’m a doctor.”

“Okay…” You chuckled, he too chuckled, it was something you would make sure to hear every day from that moment. You then realised that the cape hadn’t been holding you together anymore, but he and you hadn’t noticed while being lost in each other’s presence. “Looks like your ‘Cloak of Levitation’ is a really good wingman.”

“Why did you use air quotes?”

“Hmm?”

“You used air quotes when calling it the Cloak of Levitation.”

“Seems like a weird name for a cape. It looks more like a Bob to me.”

“You did not just name the Cloak of Levitation Bob!” You shrugged your shoulders, his face was twisted in a look of annoyance in bewilderment. Taking a step back, the world suddenly went sideways and the burrito you’d had for breakfast started to head back up your oesophagus. Before you hit the ground, his arms caught you, leaving you in a pose that felt like it was straight out of a 90’s rom-com. “I think you might have a concussion. I don’t think you should leave just yet.”

“Are you trying to keep me here, Doctor?” You flirted and batted your eyes at your soulmate, still quietly marvelling at all the colours that you now got to experience thanks to him.

“Stephen. And… partially. I still have to honour the Hippocratic oath, it’s just a coincidence that you happen to be my soulmate.” He explained nonchalantly yet had a smirk growing on his face. Your face gradually came closer to his, your eyes almost exclusively focused on his lips. Just as they were about to connect a familiar voice caused you and Stephen to part.

“Um, hello? Are you there? You’ve been radio silent for a while. And if your suit is ruined in any way I’M GOING TO REACH DOWN THE COMM AND CHOKE YOU OUT BECAUSE THAT MATERIAL IS WORTH ABOUT A ZILLION DOLLARS AND I DID NOT COMMIT A FELONY FOR YOU TO GET IT BLOWN UP!” You almost pulled the comm out of your ear, they were so loud at the other end. Their threat sent a chill up your spine, as you knew they would follow through if the suit had been ruined. But thankfully, the shrapnel, explosion and falling through two levels of flooring had only lead to some slight tearing.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine by the way and so’s the suit.”

“I SWEAR I’M GONNA MURDE—Cool, why the silence then?” You couldn’t help but glance at Stephan after the question, he smiled at you but he looked painfully awkward. Had probably overheard the entire thing. 

“Let’s just say I got a little tied up.” You replied, eyes connecting with Stephen’s, and couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to get to know more about him. And by the look on his face, he wanted the same thing too.

written by: el

When All Is Lost

SUMMARY:Stephen had all the time in the world, capable of reversing time on a few occasion, but it was only when he sees you happy in the arms of another man did he come to realize he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
PROMPT(S):“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
CHARACTERS:Stephen Strange x F!Reader; Wong; America Chavez. Bruce Banner
WARNINGS: Angst. Stephen regretting not getting the girl(again). Reader having her happy ending with someone else instead of Stephen.
WORDS:1,408
REQUESTED BY:@d0ct0rstrangewife

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It was in this very moment, as your glowed against the lights above in the Sanctum with you continuing with whatever conversation with Wong and America you were having, did he realize what he had lost in all of his own thoughts. You looked beautiful, always did in his eyes, but never truly appreciated until now when you were wearing a beautiful white dress that drastically brighten your face and the smile that was so big he often sees every single time your conversations was with Wong and America. But never him, he had the privilege of a special smile that only he gets to see–a privilege he evidently just wasted.

Over and over, you had showed him your interest with him, openly admitting your feelings for him but never once did you get a proper answer–at least, not an answer that could finally progress what relationship you might think the both of you could have. Push comes to shove, he would act like an asshole, push you away for one reason or another. You tried your best to understand where he was coming from–from the lost in his former life, to the responsibilities that now rested upon his shoulders, but there was this cruelty in his words that finally got you to realize it wasn’t worth it to chase him anymore.

“So who is the lucky guy?” It was America that finally inquired, Stephen remained at the top of the stairs, away from anyone’s line of sight but he could very well listen to your conversation.

“Just someone Tony had tried shipping with me in the compound.” You muttered, even without Stephen seeing you up close, he know there was scrunch in your features at the mention of Tony’s insistence of playing match maker for you. “Thought I’d go this one time just to get him off of my business.” You added.

“So you and Stephen…” America trailed off which was quickly reprimanded by Wong.

“What about me and Y/N?” He finally thought to bring the attention to him, not wanting to here what you might say about the situation.

All eyes were on him now–besides you, that is.

“What did Stark drag you into this time?” He inquired, it was new for him to actually ask about your outings. He never truly cared, until it was too late it seems. How you were glowing and seemed shaking with excitement for whoever the douchebag arranged with you.

“Just a simple date, nothing too tedious.” You reassured finally taking at look at the man and as always you took his breath away. Those God damn doe eyes will be the death of him if he wasn’t careful. “If you’re gonna go and stop me, I swear to God, Strange I’m gonna stay in the Compound for good.”

That was another thing Stephen had to battle with on a day to day basis. When you started working for him as an infamous researcher by trade, but a once hunted down assassin by SHIELD and eventually the Avengers which eventually led to you also working hand in hand with them when the need would arise. Your time was mostly dedicated to helping the Avengers and what little time you had in the Sanctum was spent with research alongside Wong and America and that small glimpses with him was spent with him pushing you away.

“Don’t go on that date.” He find himself saying. All the reasons for him not to even utter such words was ignored as this was far more important for him to say. He had regretted not choosing his own feelings for once.

“Why?” The bored look was the last thing he would have expected to see from you. All the little chances that he would give you attention, your eyes would brighten, but now in this moment when he was finally come to acknowledge his feelings–it was bleak realization for him that it was far too late for him to come to terms with his feelings.

“You know why.” Yet, the pride and arrogance he was known for was still rearing his ugly head.

“Say it.” You spat voice raising an octave from your usual ones.

Because I love you. I am a coward for not saying it. I am an idiot for pushing you away over and over again. Those had been the words that Stephen wanted to say. But silence was the response he had given you. The silent encouragement from America and even Wong were not enough for him to finally say those words. Something was stopping him–it was one thing or another. Fear. Fear that you would not feel the same way for him when he has finally realize what he would lose. The fear of your rejection. Fear of being responsible for your death like what your fate had been in numerous Universe aside from this one.

The knock on the door broke the tension and it was your sign to go. Without waiting for a response from Stephen, you made your way to the door to the sight of a far to familiar man.

“Dr. Banner.”

Inside steps Dr. Bruce Banner. Stephen’s first encounter with the man was when he flew out of the skies during the battle against Thanos, how the years had grown good to him. Seeing him back into his normal body was also something that surprised him. The last he remembered the man was still in his green form. In a black button down shirt and jean, wherever the both of you were heading to would be–casual.

“Dr. Strange. Wong. Ms. Chavez.” The meek doctor greeted with a small smile before his attention turned to you. The sparkle in brown eyes at the sight of you, it truly scared Stephen. How you were quick to take hold of the man’s hand in front of him as if he didn’t get to do that in the past. “We should get going.”

Stephen stood, alongside Wong and America, watching as you walk away, and seal his fate once again.

“I saw this before.” America spoke. “In one universe, Y/N and Dr. Banner had a handful of kids. White picket fence, and everything.” she continued, adding more and more knife through his chest.

“Will you not do anything again, Strange?” Wong inquired.

“In every universe that she gets to be with me, her fate was death. In every universe where she isn’t with me, she gets to live the life she truly deserves without me in it.” He spoke.

“Not in this Universe if you make the write choice.” America protests.

“It’s too much of a risk, I’ve stopped bargaining life with another.” He shook his head.

He finds himself heading back upstairs, with America and Wong sharing a look and the hopelessness that was a fraction of what Stephen was to endure from now on.
~
One date turned into two, into three until it had become a daily occurrence and eventually you found yourself moving all of your stuff in the Sanctum and moving in with Bruce. Eventually, with the weeks turning into months, and the months creeping into two years, Stephen found himself in the same position he had been when he was watching Christine marry a man that wasn’t him.

You walked down the aisle, and Stephen could feel America’s hand holding into his own in reassurance and in comfort for what he had failed to do for the second time. Fear, fear of a possibility. Fear of his own choices affecting you. Now, as he stands watching you walk down the aisle to another man, he realizes his lack of action, lack of any indications of his own feelings–his greatest fear has finally come to life.

Losing you.

As the single tear fell from his cheek, he wiped it away. Accepting this was his fate. To see you with the biggest smile on your face, to see the man that he knew would treat you right standing besides you. Promising in front of a hundred people of the vows he could never truly fulfill should it have been him that stood besides you. You were happy, to marry a man that loved you and was brave enough to admit even in his own faults and misguidance in life.

He loved you in a way he could have never be brave enough to admit.

And that was how he knew he had lost it all.

What He Doesn’t Know

SUMMARY: Your relationship with Stephen was never normal. You love him just as much as he tells you he loves you, but it was not enough for him to finally come clean to the people you care about when it comes to your relationship. With a mission bringing you in the brink of death, he was still unable to tell them the truth, instead finds himself getting head to head with your father in the process.
PROMPT(S): "Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?“
CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x F!Reader; Tony Stark
WARNINGS: Angst. Canon Typical Violence. Regretful Stephen. Injuries. Amnesia.
WORDS: 1,740
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"I’m not having this conversation with you again.”

Once again, you found the underlying conversation that you wanted to resolve instead of try to avoid over and over again. It’s been well over a year and a half since you had started dating Stephen Strange, the Wizard that does party tricks, just like what your father, Tony, would often call the man. Over and over the year that had passed, you tried to reason with the man, as to why he refused to let the world know about the both of you, but more and more it was getting so ridiculous you were slowly losing fate of it ever actually happening.

“I don’t you ever will.” You muttered under your breath as you continued to shove your clothes into your duffle bag. In a couple of hours, you will go head to head with one of the greatest threat the world has ever known since Thanos.

You had believed that the team had eradicated Ultron back in Sokovia, but never would you have ever believed that he would come back, worse than anyone would have ever thought possible. It was this dreading sense of chaos, of the perplexity of what machine could become at the wrong hands–at the hands of your own father of all people. But now, with the tension getting high between everyone, each and every single individual within the team was picking a side and for once, you did not want to side with your own father on this. This was wrong, what he had done all those years ago was finally come to bit him in the ass.

This fight would end with you having to pick and choose what was best for you and for what you believe in–that of which was being away from your own father if he continues on with this road he was placing himself into. Stephen was on your side when it comes to the creation of your father. Far too much out of it, and far too many people craving to have it only spelled trouble.

“It doesn’t always work the way you want.” Stephen spoke, knowing him for as long as you did, you know he was simply hurting you to pull himself away.

But this time around, you just felt numb. Numb for always never having what you want. Never were you the loved child, your father had Peter and Morgan for that. Never were you the loved member of the team; that was Steve and Nat. All your life, you know perfectly well that the world does not revolve around you–but there were moment that the man in front of you made you feel like it. How his world revolves around you. It was a wake up call now, that he couldn’t even make the effort to let even the team know about the relationship.

“Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but this is not the time and place.” He snapped, voice raising and instinctively made you flinch. “You are an Avenger. Our relationship means nothing if you cannot do your duty to the world, it means nothing to me if it means I do not get to do my duty this world and throughout the Multiverse.”

You blinked and without another word left him and hoped for the best, for your life, for the fate of the world, for what was to be left of your supposed relationship with the man that choses anything and everything besides you without an ounce of hesitation.
~
“You are a fucking neurosurgeon, why can’t you help?”

The last thing Stephen would ever want to be in was be so helpless as he was in this moment. The world was saved, like it always was when it comes to the Avengers. But there would always be casualties. It never occurred to him until it was too late that it would be you this time. One too many android going right at you, your mind and your body going to great lengths to ensure everyone’s safety including his own.

You caught sight of one Android making a direct line of attack toward Stephen from behind and there you were saving him after all that you’ve been through before the mission. He hurts you, over and over again, hoping and praying that you would see him for what he always was. An asshole that doesn’t deserve your love. But over and over again, as he tries to push you away, you pull yourself right back.

He had his reason for never truly telling anyone about your relationship. It was for the better, for when the time comes that you realize he wasn’t worthy of your love. You wouldn’t need to explain yourself to your team and your family. You didn’t need to deal with the fact that everyone would be far too aware of your past when you were both out saving the rest of the world.

“Every single head trauma patient has a different healing time.” He finally regain a sense to finally explain your condition.

In your attempt of saving him from the brink of death, you slammed your head right through the concreate floor in the process with a resounding crack. The memory of you in his arms as he shook you awake. The tears falling from his eyes at how he had failed you. How he constantly failed the people that he loved the most. Over and over again, he could do nothing but swimming in the never ending pool of his own regrets and of the things he could have done to save you.

“If it wasn’t for you my daughter–” Stephen had watched the anger continue to linger at the face of Tony.

You might not see it, but your father loved you in his own little way. You were the kid that he had when he was still not ready to be the father that was always meant for you. He compensated in whatever way that he could. If it meant working side by side in the lab, numerous projects that often lead to mass destructions, or the safety of the entire team and the universe in the process. Two peas in pod the two of you were, you never saw the love your father was already giving you in those moment, you couldn’t see the love that he was showcasing now as concern over your health and safety was his top priority over having to deal with the team, having to deal with the aftermath of the destruction on half of New York.

Stephen stood, unable to say how much he regrets being there too. Being in that very position, giving you the opportunity to save him when you shouldn’t have. He bit his lips and remained mum at how his concern was match with the Billionaire’s own. Concern for the woman he had loved more than anything else in this world. How he was scared to death of the possibility of losing you in the process after all that was said between the both of you back in the Sanctum.

“I’m sorry–if I could operate on her, I would in a heartbeat.” Stephen finally whispered unaware of the cold of the Compound Infirmary until he felt the prickle of his skin.

He should have been so used to the clinical setup in the compound, living nearly half of his life in this hallways walking down to anywhere and everywhere that might need him. Saving people more for the fame and fortune that came to his line of work. But now, when it was the person he truly loved the most, it felt different to be on the flipside of things, helpless to what the possibility could be for you.

“Then what the fuck are you still going here when you can’t do a damn thing?” Tony’s voice echoed, loud enough to finally take everyone’s notice and Stephen had watched Pepper and Peter make their way towards where they both stood, behind the door where you were resting and recuperating.

“Tony, please. Not here.” Pepper tried her best to calm the temperament of her husband.

“Mr. Stark, Y/N will be okay. She always does.” Peter second hoping to reassure the stressed Tony.

“I wish I could do something, I truly do.” Stephen continued, hoping to placate the man’s anger. Any other day he would have gone toe to toe with the man and his ego, but not now, not when his concern was solely on you, on your survival above everything else. “And every single second, I wished that was me. I wished I took the hit instead of her. I wished I could change time all over again just to make sure she is safe with her family.”

He didn’t mean to get so emotional, but the first line of tears had fallen from his eyes. Everything weighed on his shoulders now, all of which he didn’t know if he could truly have a control over.

“Daddy!” Your voice was faint, but everyone could hear it enough to open the door to your room to see you awake, panicking and trying your best to remove most of the wires placed on you.

“Don’t go pulling those off, Little Lady.” Tony spoke and Stephen found himself simply standing by the door, watching you with your family. How Tony was in tears as he asked you thousands upon thousands of questions about how you were feeling if you remember anything to which you simply shook your head to. Tony instructing for his AI to call for your doctor.

“What’s with the Magician, Dad?” You asked, shaky hand pointing right at him.

Stephen blinked as he comes to realize what was going on.

“That Magician that does party tricks is Stephen Strange.” Tony points out, brows furrowed but was coming to realize what Stephen was realizing. “You don’t remember this douchebag responsible for you being in this bed?” He questioned.

You shook your head but your eyes still focused on him, almost as if trying your best to remember him.

“I never seen him in my life.” You whispered and that was all Stephen needed to know that he was far too late to make things right with you.

And maybe, just maybe it was for the best.