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Who: Gamora, Doctor Strange and Peter Quill
What: Strange comes to the rescue of Gamora (or everyone else around her) at Grand Central Station, then takes her to the nice hotel where they go find Peter.
When: Arrival day!
Rating: Green


Grand Central Station was no doubt its usual hubbub of activity, full of too many innocent bystanders. That was the reason why Stephen Strange created a portal through to a janitor's closet, well hidden from the eyes of others. Once he recalled a spell to loosen locks, he slipped out the door into the crowd, offering a tight smile and a curt nod to any who were passing by and chanced a second glance.

He had answered the most urgent call for help, and moved like a man on a mission, eyes keenly assessing the surroundings while walking at a brisk pace. It wasn't long before he caught sight of a slender alien woman with vivid green skin, surrounded by laughing onlookers who were in danger of certain death and dismemberment if they didn't stop mocking an alien assassin. Sure, she could have easily passed for someone on their way to a comic con, but Stephen knew that she hadn't the foggiest what a comic con was. It was a potentially volatile situation that might get worse with prolonged contact, and as he drew ever closer he raised a hand, preparing to place them both in the mirror dimension for everyone's safety, including her own.

--
Gamora was standing quite literally in the middle of this train station, her contempt for humans growing by the second. Of course she understood she looked ‘odd’ and she was no stranger to rude crowds of people, but usually she was in control. Right now, she had recently been pulled away from the ship she called home and dropped on a planet she’d only heard of in passing. Not to mention Peter’s information was poisoned by the eyes of a child and having happened a long time ago. This was nothing like that. And laughing every time she asked a question wasn’t a response Gamora was used to or appreciated. Right now her blood was boiling and her hand ghosted over the hilt of her sword.

When she saw the man approaching her, she recognized this ‘Doctor Strange’, if nothing else from the way he carried himself. When he raised a hand Gamora leaned back a bit, brow ridge furrowing. “What’re you doing?”

--
Seeing that hand over her sword, he caused the space around them to splinter like broken glass, from smaller facets followed by larger mirrored pieces, until it surrounded them both entirely. There was an absolute absence of all ambient sounds, which made it easier for them to have a conversation without having to yell over mocking people or the din of the crowd.

Speaking of those that had been mocking her, from the inside looking out, they appeared startled and scared, frantically looking around, before they scattered in different directions.

"You're safe. No one can hear us or see us in here," Dr. Strange assured her, lowering his hand back to his side. "This is the mirror dimension. We can't do anything to the outside world, or them to us. Basically? What happens in the mirror dimension, stays in the mirror dimension."

That was the punchline, but...yeah, right, aliens. She wouldn't get it. Time for a resigned sigh over his jokes being unappreciated for their bad timing.

"We need to get you to your hotel room," he said. "I couldn't risk opening a portal in the middle of a crowd."

--
Before Gamora could speak or do anything, she was transported elsewhere yet again. This time to such a confusing place that she couldn’t help looking around in some awe. She then gave a slight chuckle at the people running away. “Sounds handy. What I wouldn’t give for this power on the ship sometimes. How do you access it? Did you create it or is it just...there?”
Gamora narrowed her eyes. “Hotel. Oh yes, right. Room rental. If you’ll walk with me I can walk there on the ‘normal dimension’, I promise to behave, sorcerer. I just kept asking a simple question and people laughed at me, they push each other, they scream insults for no apparent reason and I confess given my current circumstances it irritates me more than usual. There are things I cannot filter out.”

Reaching out to touch a mirror piece, Gamora hesitated just short of making contact, then lowered her hand. She turned to Strange, sighing. “What happened? How am I here? Why?”

--
"Answering the first question, it's magic," the doctor said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I created it. We can move through this as easily as the real world. It's simply another aspect of it."

He motioned with one hand toward an exit. One corner of his cape motioned too.

"As for why you're here, it was my fault. An unintended accident that you're all paying the price for. Let's walk outside before I set us both free. If we reappeared inside the station, the people we just scared off might cause a scene. Follow me, Gamora." He started walking by her side. "What was it that you were asking, again?"

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Magic. Gamora had heard of the term but never really come into contact with it, although the stone she had tried to keep from Ronan had seemed something akin to it. On the other hand, maybe magic and manipulation of energy through science was the same thing. It wasn’t her thing to worry about, so she just shrugged at the reply. “Whatever you call it, it’s impressive.”

Gamora almost didn’t notice the cape moving of its own accord to point to where its wearer had also pointed towards. She looked at it, then up at the so-called sorcerer. “Is that a magic trick or is your cape sentient somehow?”

Without protest, she followed Strange out of the mirror place, walking slower, glad to be away from the place they had met in. “I asked how this happened. What kind of forces did you manipulate, how can you simply pull a person you’ve never met from a spaceship on the other side of the galaxy, let alone several different people from several different places?” She paused, pensive. “I don’t know how much you know but not too long ago we were battling a Celestial being, a creator rather than a being from creation. Trepidation at forces of that size are only normal at this point, I think.”

--
He mumbled something about the cape having its own mind, before they reached the doors. In response, the lower corners of the cape lifted up into a shrugging motion that left him sighing. The things he had to put up with.

Once outside and having listened to each of her questions, the mirror disappeared from around them with only the faintest sound of broken glass tinkling. A few passers by gave them a staring at, to which he loudly proclaimed "Comic con!" and they were instantly ignored.

"If anyone stares at you funny, say that. It is a magical phrase," he told her, nodding in the direction of the hotel. "I'm nothing like a celestial being. I can control time. Well, technically, it's not something that should have been messed with. I tried to control it, because I had to save this world from something very evil. So I broke time by rewinding it and putting it on pause. I died several times over, but I was in another dimension where I put myself into a time loop, so I kept coming back to live. I probably broke time several times over.

"As to why you were pulled from where you were, to here? I caused a timeline divergence. The timeline that we're in is unstable now. It's like going through a wormhole that you didn't choose to go through. Let's walk, before I have to yell comic con again."

He started walking at a leisurely pace.

"You mentioned Celestials. I only know what I've read about them in Kamar'taj, but it's likely hearsay whispered from one scribe to another. I haven't met anyone who has seen one face to face. What happened?"

--
Gamora tilted her head at the cape, which looked like it was shrugging. Right now it was hard to find anything humorous but in the back of her mind she felt a slight tickle of amusement at it. Before she could ask whether the cape was possessed by an actual being, Gamora thought better of it. Instead she turned her furrowed brow towards the sorcerer. “What’s a Comic Con?”

When he mentioned controlling time Gamora’s eyes widened. “I was going to say; it feels like one of those things that, I don’t know, make up our reality and probably shouldn’t be messed with. But I understand going to great lengths to stop a great evil. And we never know what consequences may present with the unknowns out there, only that we can stop the evil right now, and that is what matters.”
She gave Strange a smile of complicity. “His name was Ego, he was a liar and a killer, and he fooled us all. Peter Quill most of all. He could take whatever form he liked, a planet but also a person detached from it. He was here for a while decades ago. In the end it came down to ending him before he ended all of us. I suppose a being of such magnitude and age isn’t used to being told ‘no’.” She sighed. “Now that I think of it, family’s not our strong suit. Fathers especially.”

--
"It's...a cover story. A place where people dress in outlandish costumes," he murmured, absorbing all that she had said as they continued walking. He paused only when his cellphone made the ever so brief tinkle of a windchime, and scowled as he tapped the screen with a ever so slightly trembling finger.

He walked more slowly, glancing up only to make sure he wasn't going to bump into anyone or anything, and not feeling at all threatened out in the open and not displaying any weirdness at all over walking around in a cape with a mind of it's own or by the side of a green woman from outer space.

There was enough power between the both of them to stop any potential threats. As he typed, he spoke, "I read that Celestials are nothing to be trifled with. Now I know why. And family? Well, that always makes things a lot more complicated. Not sure if it's the same as it is on Earth. Some people love their parents. Others can't wait to get away from them, sometimes by any means necessary."

He put the phone away, and looked over at Gamora.

"You seem to know what it feels like to be in the presence of things that shouldn't be messed with. Have you ever come across an infinity stone?"

--
What Strange said hardly informed Gamora, but she nodded and shrugged, satisfied for now. Somehow she wasn’t used to being looked at as a rarity, which people were, and it made her uncomfortable. Maybe she should just go to the ‘hotel’ Strange had mentioned and stay there. But for how long?

“I think it’s the same anywhere. Creator and creation, biological or not...Sometimes for the worst reasons. It’s never easy to hate those who shaped you, but it’s surprisingly common.” She hated Thanos, and so did her sister; in turn they sometimes hated each other. Peter had had a difficult relationship with his surrogate father Yondu, and his biological father had turned out to be a horrible person. Then there was Drax, a father mourning for his lost family, and Rocket who hated whoever had made him into what he was. Gamora sighed. At least Groot seemed to have it easier. Then again she had never bothered to ask.

Gamora’s head snapped to Strange’s face when he mentioned an infinity stone. “Yes! It’s how we met, all of us. I tried to get it away from Ronan the Accuser, who would use it to destroy entire planets; some wanted to sell it, many would kill for it. We went to The Collector in Knowhere to keep it safe but his… well, slave, she tried to wield it to gain her freedom. It destroyed her and everything around her. It nearly destroyed all of us to keep it from Ronan but we managed. Peter did most of the work.” She shook her head. “It was beyond anything I’d ever seen, its power for destruction… Are there more? Are they safe?”

--
Strange already had a plan on how to disguise those with more alien appearances, but it would involve a lot of referencing in books to find the right spell, or spells. The easier option would have been to ask someone who was well versed in illusions, but it wasn't likely that Loki was going to be either willing or helpful. 'Comic con' was going to have to be the best that could be offered for right now.

"I guess there's some comfort that families are same out there than they are out here."

His own family wasn't great or horrible. They died one after another, first his father, his sister to a drowning, his mother during his residency, and then his brother shortly after. There was only himself left, but he tried not to dwell on that too much. He had disconnected himself years and years before, thinking he was better than them and their simple lives in Nebraska. Now was not a good time to wax nostalgic over it. His brow was furrowing as he stared at Gamora and what she said was sinking in. There were people here that had seen, directly, what another Infinity Stone could do.

"I have access to one. Mine's safe, but I think we all know now that it's not safe to use carelessly. There's another one that's being watched closely by the military. That's very high security." It was embedded in someone from what he was told by Tony Stark, so that was closely monitored.

The doctor appeared thoughtful, looking around at the tall buildings and passing people or cars around them, wondering at the capacity of one stone to destroy absolutely everything around them. It was a humbling and terrifying concept, though he didn't look scared. He looked as though he was thinking of ways to prevent it. "After it nearly destroyed everyone, was it kept contained? Is it safe now?"

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Gamora chuckled lightly. Maybe throughout the galaxy relationships were not so different at all.

She listened with relief to how the other orbs were being kept safe, but the mere fact that they existed was bad enough. “I think The Collector had another one, but we had to leave when his place exploded, so we don’t know what happened to it. Hopefully it’s still contained.”

When asked about the one orb they had struggled to get from Ronan, Gamora nodded, smiling. “Oh yes. We delivered it to the Nova Corps, a trusted intergalactic military organization. It’s locked up under heavy security.”

--
She seemed as relaxed as he was, as they exchanged questions and answers. Stephen let out an exhale, relieved that at least one of the stones was safe and under heavy security. If he had to guess, anyone bringing something to someone known as The Collector, probably meant he was familiar with such items and knew how to deal with them. He hoped that was the case.

"For all our sakes, I hope something capable of that much outright destruction is kept locked up," he told her, as they continued walking. "I'm going to take you to Peter. I hope that's all right. A man named Tony Stark has arranged for rooms in the same hotel for those arriving. There's room service if you're hungry and I'll grab your welcome to earth package. Peter's already found his. Remember, if any Earthlings say anything or stare at you, just say comic con. I'll get started on a more permanent solution that will still let you be you, but stop people from staring. You might want to stay inside until I can do some research."

It was a nice hotel they were walking toward, a tall building with all the amenities. This was for almost everyone, except for what he now knew as 'Tony Stark's shitlist.' Those few people were getting less luxury accommodations. There was a review on there about ceiling tiles falling down on people's heads and the smell of mold. He tried not to make it his business to ask what they did to cause Stark to ever make a list like that at all. It probably wasn't pretty, and he definitely did not want to get himself or Darcy involved in any ongoing personal feuds.

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“When we were at The Collector’s he explained to us what these stones did, that though they were all different they had their own type of immense destructive power. It would be good to know the whereabouts of them all.” Gamora crossed her arms, suddenly uncomfortable. “There was something too hungry about him though. He’s known for keeping rarities from all over the galaxy and I doubt he would use them, knowing all he knows, but…”

Gamora looked at Strange wide eyed. She cleared her throat so as not to appear overly excited before asking, “Peter’s here too? Uh...What about the others?”

She didn’t know how to feel about Peter being here, or about the suggestion that she was to stay inside because of her skin. She wasn’t sold on it, but he didn’t need to know. Meanwhile the architecture of this place was nothing she was used to; a lot less bright, simpler and less colorful. She looked up at the front of the building Strange was taking her to. “Very beige. Bright, I guess, but so monotonous. Are muted colors equated to high end things on Earth?”

--
Hearing that this Collector might be too interested in the stones didn't bode well. There was little that he could do, other than attempting to travel across the astral plane to check on things would take an unfathomable amount of time. It might also cause temporary bouts of insanity, depending on what he stumbled across, untold dark presences or astral entities. Not really a tempting prospect.

The Collector would have to remain an unknown for the time being.

"Only Star Lord, I'm afraid." He smirked so hard his lips went pale, trying to keep a straight face. That really was a great name, but it was also funny. He cleared his throat as he looked up a the beige building. "Afraid so. It's probably a lot more drab than the things you've seen. Let's go inside and I'll see you to your room. I have a few things to give you."

He led her inside through the revolving doors into a large marble and gold adorned lobby. Holding up the keycard for the hotel room door, he said "Comic con" to a busboy and front desk as they went to the elevator.

"Comic con," he muttered to a third person, as they were getting on the elevator. After a cursory glance, they both got a nod like that explained everything.

"Soooo," Strange was saying under his breath, "you're both on floor twelve."

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Gamora didn’t need to see Strange’s face to snort ever so lightly herself at the monicker Peter had given himself. It was a good one, sure, but it was just as ridiculous.

“That’s not what I meant, I’ve been living with warlords and on spaceships all my life. I just mean that it looks to me like there’s a correlation between a certain palette and a high level of luxury.” She nodded, thankful, when Strange suggested they go to her room. “Thank you.”

As instructed, when Strange mentioned their excuse for looking the way they did, Gamora smiled widely at the employees, and noticed that certain metals were also present at the entrance - maybe also a symbol of status. She entered the elevator and immediately turned to the door, a gesture of defense in case something was to burst in. Which it probably wouldn’t, but you never knew. “Right. So you had enough foresight to arrange all this, that’s better than having chaos suddenly sprung on you. I still don’t really understand how time distortions made us get transported here...but I guess I don’t have to.”

She looked at Strange, sighing heavily. “It’s unlikely that we’ll get back to where we belong, isn’t it?”

--
Strange was mulling over her assessment of design, absorbing the knowledge that warlords preferred the same drab colors with touches of gold. He always prefered minimalist designs. If he thought about it, he did act like a dictator in the operating room. It made sense.
"I've seen time itself crystalize around solitary objects and start to crack like finely spun glass. Imagine that happening throughout one universe. And there are many, many different universes. And many variations of you and me in them. I merely created another one on accident that's very...unstable." Stephen pressed his lips together and his expression was grim as he stared at the elevator doors. "It's unlikely, but I'll never say it's impossible."

He looked over at her at the moment the door slid open, and placed his wrist against it so it wouldn't close.

"When one door closes another opens. This is our floor. After you."

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Gamora didn’t think of herself as stupid, but all this was a little beyond her, and so she had no answer to give Strange in a timely manner. Instead, she only nodded, brow ridge raised in surprise at what she was still mulling over. She shrugged when he agreed that getting back home was unlikely, the absence of impossibility not really making her feel better.

Blinking, Gamora walked out of the elevator, arms crossed. She took slow steps down the hallway, noticing quickly that the room doors had numbers on them; Gamora looked at each, searching for number twelve. “Is that a Earth expression? What is it meant to convey? Progress? Hope? Hope for the claustrophobic?”

--
"Yes, it's a saying. A quote. When one opportunity is lost, another opportunity soon becomes available. It's meant to be optimistic, hopeful that things might not be as bad as they seem."

It might not be the same for everyone, but his own life had taken that sort of turn. Even so, he didn't want to even get into how the instability to the entire timeline could have caused spontaneous wormholes ripping tears into the fabric of the universe, leading from one place to another. The whole thing had quickly become a headache of massive proportions for everyone. He was going to have to switch from tea to coffee.

They walked to her room and he showed her how to use the keycard to open the door. The room behind that door was spacious and had lots of room, but the colors were still a luxurious shade of bland.

"I grabbed the keycard, but I have a few more things to give you. You can go in and close the door. I'll be right back, and then take you to Peter."

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Gamora nodded, satisfied at the explanation. She wasn’t sure about the absence of windows - sometimes another opportunity came along that was a little harder to get through - but she supposed it worked. If nothing else, Gamora thought she had every reason to be optimistic considering all she had gone through and where she was now. Well not right now, but in general. She had escaped Thanos and then Ronan, and restored her honor by continuing to do good for the galaxy.

“Whatever nightmares the future holds are dreams compared to what’s behind me.” She smiled. “One of the first things I ever told Peter. Other than insults, that is.”

Opening the door, Gamora hesitated to enter, giving it a glance first. Of course she wasn’t that impressed with the accommodations but at least she would have enough room to move around and the bed was so large she actually gave a delighted gasp. She started to think it was her fear for the others that kept her from enjoying what was going to be her new home for now. She looked back at Strange before taking a few steps into the room, and nodding. “See you in a bit.”

--
He hadn't considered windows. If he knew that was she was thinking, he probably would've thought that over and nodded, because he considered himself one of the types to bust a window to create an opportunity. For better or worse.

"Wise words," Dr. Strange said, with a slight smile. "Minus the insults. This won't take long."

It didn't take long. Less than a minute later, he was back at the door again with a card, phone, laptop, and an envelope full of money. The standard care package. The door hadn't even swung closed yet, so he managed to walk in and cleared his throat to let her know she wasn't alone.

"Here. There's a network for people in the same situation. Peter's on it already. Looking for a charger for his Zune." He shook his head while setting all of the items down on a table. "Ready to go see him?"

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Gamora was barely able to walk around and notice a refrigerating unit before Strange had returned. She turned to him abruptly when he cleared his throat, then relaxed. “Oh. Alright let me see how different it is to what I’m used to…” She took the phone from Strange, slid the card into the only place it could go, and went to work, ignoring all settings in favor of the network where she began jokingly complaining to Strange himself yet again. Looking up, Gamora smiled. “Seems in order. The Zune’s very important to him, did you find a charger?”

Somehow Gamora felt a little nervous. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her leather pants and nodded wordlessly, then gestured for Strange to walk out the door first.

"I told him to try eBay," Strange said, relatively sure that eBay had such things, though he hadn't the time to check it out for himself. Years ago, he snagged a rare autographed pressing of Queen's Complete Works for a few thousand dollars. Wong told him that he had once bought a lost relic. He thought Wong was talking crap, which was unusual, considering he had a minimalist approach to speaking. Zune chargers? Probable.

That tiny bit of nervousness was noted, but went without mention. Stephen couldn't confess to ever feeling nervous anymore. He was more prone to bouts of impatience from time to time. But awkward? That he knew. He realized his life was beyond weird, and he could only imagine how Gamora must feel being entirely out of her element, and about to meet the only other person from where she was that would understand.

Maybe there was something else there, but he was going to keep his nose out of the prospective romantic lives of other people.
Strange led her to Peter's hotel room and knocked twice on the door and announced in a deadpan tone, "Special delivery."

--
The internet was a crazy place. Peter had come to find that it was incredibly easy to get lost in it, especially eBay. It was insane the amount of stuff he was able to find. No Zune chargers that were compatible with his, but he did manage to locate what was probably a sketchy as hell electronics shop that according to Google Maps was about seventeen blocks away from the hotel that did have one. As for eBay, he found some shirts and a troll doll he decided to ‘watch’ in case he wanted to place a bid later. By the time he discovered YouTube, he was blown away.

Two terran beers and about twenty minutes down the vast black hole of YouTube was when he heard the knock at his door. Shit, he thought. He’d been multitasking, talking to Doctor Weird, Strange, Bizarre, but kind of Cool, while doing his thing online and that was how he’d found out that Gamora had been brought to Earth as well and into this sort of weird parallel universe situation that he didn’t get but wasn’t exactly trying hard to understand either.

With the video playlist of YouTube’s ‘100 Most Epic Dance Fails’ playing in the background, Peter jumped up and moved to the door. He had a feeling Gamora was probably pissed off and confused and maybe kind of scared which would lend itself to the pisstivity he was about to encounter. Regardless, he wasn’t going to turn down the chance to see her. He missed her. Kinda. A lot. He took a beat to check himself out in the mirror, then opened the door. There he was greeted with the sight of Gamora, and the doctor he didn’t really know but thought was kind of cool.

“Hey?” That was probably the worst greeting of all time, but was about all he could come up with as he stepped back to allow entry into the room.

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Although Gamora had no idea what ebay was or which Queen Strange was referring to, she didn’t ask. There was so much about this place that she did not understand that it was overwhelming. She followed the sorcerer in silence, nodding here and there. Only when she was called ‘special delivery’ did Gamora react, eyeing Strange with a sneer. “It’s not like you’re delivering a sex professional to her work appointment.”

She joined her hands in front of her and twisted them, and then, noting the nervous gesture, dropped her arms to either side of her body. Her eyes widened when the door opened; she didn’t even really react to the poor greeting, instead jumping to wrap her arms around Peter with a sigh of some relief.

“Oh, Peter,” she whispered, nothing really to follow but a hand to the back of his head and a surreptitious sniff at the nape of his neck to somehow make sure he was ‘her’ Peter and not some ‘same-but-different’ one from another universe. Results were inconclusive, and Gamora didn’t care.

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"I didn't...mean it like that," Strange had muttered under his breath, eyes straight ahead as the door had been opened. Another joke or pun or quip bites the dust. Maybe he should just go for it like Tony Stark did, but Stephen was more aware of the consequences of acting like you didn't care. That tended to happen when you spent a few years having to tell other people they needed to have their heads drilled into and poked around at.

The good doctor quickly came to the conclusion that meeting people you only knew at first from the internet was as uncomfortable as he heard it would be, and that was without any dating aspect involved.

As Peter was sniffed at, Stephen raised one scarred up hand in greeting and after a lengthy and incredibly awkward pause, said, "Hello."
One corner of the cape waved too. Hi. Stephen tried to wave it away with that raised hand, but it refused to give up. Hi.

--
Peter instantly felt a mixture of worry and relief as he was met by Gamora embracing him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her slender frame and drew her near to him. Yeah, that felt good. That was what he was missing, and had been since his bizarre arrival and even before that. He could feel her breath against his neck and it caused his eyes to close briefly while he let her assess that yes, he was Peter and he was really there. It was probably awkward for the good doctor, who was standing there as well as his...cape?

He rubbed a comforting ‘hello’ into Gamora’s back. “Hey,” he said again to her, softer, fonder in tone before he looked to the other man with her and nodded to him. “Doc,” he said. And then he was waving to the rather friendly cape. “Wow, is that thing sentient?”

He’d not yet let go of Gamora, because frankly he was enjoying it and since she wasn’t hitting him or telling him to shove off he was going to take what he could get. And, if she needed some stability and comfort being in an unfamiliar place then he wanted to provide her with that.

--
While Peter rubbed her back, Gamora started to feel like maybe this hug was going on long enough. Especially in front of others, which she was reminded was happening when the sorcerer greeted Peter. Gamora didn’t let go abruptly, but she did pull apart from him and did a half-turn, allowing Peter to hold her still if he wanted to, while she laid a hand on his shoulder.

The cape, which had demonstrated its ‘character’ to Gamora already, made her smile with its little waves. She lowered her head, shaking it. “Mind of its own, I think he said. Very polite.” Gamora looked to the sorcerer. “But seriously, what’s that all about? Possession, technology, both?”

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The cape shrugged at their questions, and Stephen looked up skyward like he was praying for a cape that would sometimes just...be a cape?

"Uhh. It's a very polite magical relic. Sorcerers where I trained use relics. In some cases, the relics have a mind of their own - their own consciousness - and those relics choose their sorcerer. In this case, the cape helped me out against a cultist, and we've been together ever since. It's not so bad at all. Helpful. It levitates."

He was staring at the pair as he went to clasp his hands together and then stopped just short of actually doing so, folding his arms instead. Yep, it was going to be even more awkward the longer he stood there in the doorway.

"...I'm going to go now," he told Peter and Gamora, "but if there's anything you need, you can reach me on the network. I'll work on the comic con issue, and you can ask Darcy Lewis any Earth related questions. Be careful."

Both Strange and the cape waved goodbye in perfect sync, and he sighed before walking down the hallway.