It wasn't long until the sound of fizzling could be heard, a portal opening in mid-air nearby, and a middle-aged man in Eastern garb floated down from it a red cape billowing out around him as though it was a parachute slowing his fall. In his hands, he held a stack of items, bound together with twine. A laptop, a phone, and a plain white envelope, which held money and the network information. The standard welcome package, and probably much needed for someone who was dead and showed up with nothing of their own.
As he drew closer, he looked at Pietro with an expression of practiced concerned, doing a visual assessment for any injuries. Not finding any, he cleared his throat a little before speaking.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Stephen Strange," he began, wondering at what point such strangeness and introductions had become old hat. "You must be Pietro Maximoff. And you must be...." There was an awkward pause. "...not as dead as you thought you were."
He stared for a very long time, as that awkward pause set in like quick drying cement.