America Chavez (starspaces) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-07-20 14:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: stephen strange |
Who: America Chavez and Stephen Strange
What: Reuniting in a strange place
Where: The street near the Mystic Hearts shop
When: Wednesday Afternoon.
One moment, America was chatting with some of the other initiates (and making funny faces at Wong, because it was fun), and the next, she was standing in a very mechanical seeming room, surrounded by people in very official looking uniforms.
“I want to go home.” She demanded her fists up. One of the men, a security officer maybe, stepped towards her.
“Can’t go home, kid.” He’d barely gotten the sentence out when she made a dash for the door, but someone else cut her off. “We just want to talk.” The new officer said, but she wasn’t listening. She thought she was done running. Her heart pounded, and she stomped on the floor but nothing happened. Well, shit.
She wasn’t the greatest at the Mystic Arts yet, but she had always been stronger when scared, right? She stepped back away from the men, and swung her arms, opening a portal to a street… she didn’t know what street but it was better than being here.
America leaped through the portal, and landed less gracefully onto the sidewalk, nearly running head first into a man on a skateboard. “Sorry.” She muttered, and she ran. She didn’t know where she was going to go, honestly, but she needed a plan. And a plan meant food, first.
She’d spotted a food vendor, and was making her way towards the cart, hopefully this was a free food universe.
It was the swish of a cloak that caught her eye though, and across the street, Stephen Strange was striding with a purpose.
“STEPHEN!!!” She screamed, hoping he could hear her over the traffic. She looked left and right, and instead of waiting for a crosswalk, she darted carefully across the street dodging traffic. “Dr. Strange!” She called, half out of breath.