Who: Stephen Strange and Scarlett Bernard When: Monday Evening Where: Their apartment What: Discussions of five year adventures, violence, death, feels; the usual! Warnings: Talk of violence, injuries, death, etc. Status: Closed/In-Progress
"Tell me again who decided they were qualified to give you stitches?" It wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't Strange's work. He was a perfectionist when it came to both his medical work and his other work. While the perfect form wasn't always possible when one was saving the world, it was doable in a medical office.
Prior to sitting down for their conversation, Strange had made the necessary cups of tea with a side of whiskey. He suspected that they would both need the latter more than tea, but he was also hopeful.
The kitten, who had certainly grown, was just as happy to see Scarlett as Stephen was. Then again, Stephen suspected she wasn't too pleased considering he had been locked in a pod for the last week.
"So, tell me what you've been up to during your hiatus?"