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Doctor Stephen Strange (supremed) wrote in snapthread,

"And here I thought pretentious turned you on, Tony," came his quipped reply as Stephen stared off down the street, eyes squinting and mouth still twitching upward. Even at this distance, he could tell they were moving toward something very peculiar. It was invisible to the uninitiated, but his Third Eye was wide open upon the center of his forehead and could only focus on one thing. That building.

He pivoted on his heel as they turned and slid his hands out of his pockets. Moving in nonsensical, yet clearly deliberate mudras, his fingers conjured orange circles of vibrating light filled with strange lines and patterns. In front of them shapes appeared. A golden fist, no, a glove. And around it six points of different colored light. Strange flexed his hands, the circles around them disappeared, and the illusory images he'd summoned sharped into focus.

One hand immediately slid back into his pocket as he stalked thoughtfully toward the conjuration, while the other held his chin.

"He's always after them," Stephen said as he walked a tight circle. Reaching out, he cupped the green light in the palm of his hand. "I guarded the Stone for a time. But ultimately we sent them away from Earth into hands. You can imagine why. They always drew attention. Someone was always chasing them for the own..." The Sorcerer released the light and took a step back. The six points of light rushed in together and formed an image of the Earth. "....Agenda."

The planet erupted into flames. Then it all faded away.

"Besides," he concluded with a sigh, returning the second hand into the safety of his pocket and out of sight, "if I did have the Time Stone, I wouldn't be stuck here, would I?"