"You're right. Hate is a strong word," he conceded. Stephen couldn't say he hated anyone - irritated by, certainly - but more that he hated some things. He didn't feel any irritation at Scott, certainly. He looked perfectly calm as he took in the surroundings, and was inwardly grateful that the residence wasn't 'borrowed.'
After listening with interest, there was a moment of silent contemplation and then a shake of his head.
"I'm Doctor Strange. And no, sorry I can't stay. I have some matters to attend to." Matters like an infestation of mind leeches. He didn't divulge that information since it was complicated, in an already complicated situation. "I'm not an Avenger, but there are several Avengers on the network. If not the entirety of the team. The Accords are gone now, so Captain Rogers and most of those who were with him, are no longer fugitives."
He wondered if that would extend to Scott as well, but since he wasn't keeping up with the legal logistics, he couldn't be certain either way.