Someone, somewhere, nearly spilled his tea when magically alerted to Daisy Johnson appeared in New York City.
"Another interesting development," intoned Stephen Strange, motioning with the crook of a finger toward the Cloak of Levitation. It floated over and rested over his shoulders as he went to get yet another welcome package, wrapped in hand woven Tibetan cloth and colorful string. Now he was taking to making the packages look nice, because the news that came along with them often wasn't nice at all. It was also his second trip, as the first one resulted in him having to portal out of there immediately, and then throw some warm clothes through a portal at a woman in a bikini.
First times for everything. That was definitely a first time.
Stephen opened a portal near the path that Daisy was taking, stepping out of a storefront so quickly that he nearly bumped into someone.
"Sorry."
"Whatever, freak!"
"Comic con," he offered as an excuse for his attire, and was flipped off and grumbled at.
"Pleasant." He looked directly at Daisy and raised one hand in an awkward gesture of greeting. "Hello. You must be Miss Johnson?"