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Doctor Stephen Strange (supremed) wrote in snapthread,

Stephen was standing in a Square. It was more of a rectangle, if the aim of his supposition was to be precise, but Stephen Standing in a Square was much more alliterative than the alternative. Besides, in practice, one called this space 'The Town Square' and not 'The Town Rectangle.' He leaned against the railing the encircled the small pond at its center. He felt the cold of the metal gripped in his unsteady hands and the brush of the wind against his face. The Sorcerer Supreme was a seasoned traveler of the dimensions that intersected across the vast multiverse, but this felt like Earth. Familiar.

He took a breath. Let it out. Was that...peace? And quiet? Definitely not the Prime Earth Universe.

His torso rotated, slowly taking in a grand look at all he could survey. It was almost a storybook in a way, wasn't it? Inside his pocket, the phone buzzed at some new notification. Subsidized phone programs was more than New York City offered. He didn't bother to check it; introductory niceties with the local denizens could be put on pause. Through his mind ticked a myriad of possibilities-- the hows, whos, whats, and whys of the situation in which he found himself newly embroiled.

After his previous battle, one won so direly, this seemed a reprieve.

The doctor's eyes caught a familiar figure coming down the cobblestone street, smug and sophisticated and seasoned. It made the corner of Stephen's mouth twitch barely, briefly upward. He hadn't seen Stark in some time, had he? His own person was clad in the trademark garb of the Sorcerer Supreme, a long, loose blue tunic belted at the waist with black trousers and boots. The ostentatious red and gold cloak was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Tony."