Point of View: Stephen Strange
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Loki walked angrily towards Bruce and Tony who had just taken the bag from him.

His hand waved as an item flew up into the air, levitating over the bag. He grasped it. "This is a stick," he pointed out.

"No no, not just a stick. It's a magic wand," Tony said.

"It says 'Strange' next to Stick/Wand..." Bruce regrettably stated, looking up from the list.

"You've got to be shitting me," I said from the back of the group.

"I'm afraid not," she said looking at the list herself. "Well, if Tony can't handle Loki, the one guy who probably can has to be-" Natasha was rudely interrupted.

"The Wizard," Tony stated.

"Thank you," I replied sarcastically to his snarky comment. He just raised an eyebrow at me.

"In you go, brother. For real this time. And, please, no more tricks or illusions," Thor demanded, pushing Loki into the closet forcibly using Mjolnir.

"Alright, alright," Loki caved. "But I'm not going to enjoy this. Not even one bit," he said. Tony closed and locked the door behind him.

"Forgetting someone?" I waved over at him.

"I figured you had a magic trick or something that would help you get in on your own," he grinned over at me. He's right. I did. But still. Rude.

"Fine," I waved my hands and stepped through the portal that led me into the closet.

"Well, well, well if it isn't—"

"Please stop, Loki. I don't want to hear your stupidity right now," I interrupted him.

"But aren't we supposed to be having fun? After all, we only have seven minutes..." he pointed out.

"Well, sure we are. But let me set this straight with you right now. Theres no way I'm enjoying this either. No way I'll kiss you, as a matter of fact," I replied.

"I'm hurt. Really. That stings. Just there," he pointed at my chest. "Maybe this... will change your mind," and out of nothing he was... changing? Poof, like that, a green light filled the room as he morphed into someone else. Who? Christine Palmer.

"Christine? Really. You had to pick, of all people-"

"Of all people... what? Someone you still have feelings for? Yes. I did," he even sounded like her.

This is weird.

Her hand caressed my face as she moved closer to me. Sure, it wasn't really her but at least I could act like it was... right?

Her lips prodded against mine so gently, I was sure it was real. She whispered my name hotly onto my lips and that's where the problem arose.

I spun her around so her back was against the wall, she even let out a high pitched breathy moan as our lips crashed together. Her fingers traversed across my face as I gripped her waist. Yet, suddenly it was different. Suddenly it was rougher and her hands were larger with longer fingers and she was growing to be taller than me... her waist got thinner and her moans got deeper and more... British. Is that even— nevermind.

This felt weird. I felt weird. Like I was attracted but shouldn't be. Like I wanted to keep kissing him and touching him but like it was wrong.

I did it anyway. He peeled off my jacket and I tried to undo his buttons but he wouldn't let me. His fingers snapped and I was in my underwear. I gasped but he pushed me into the wall, kissing me ferociously. His hands travelled closer and closer until-

"Loki— stop," I said.

"What ever is the matter?" He asked as if he didn't know.

"This. This is the matter. I'm not... you're not, ugh. Look. I'm sorry. But I'm not into this," I pushed him as far away from myself as possible.

"I see. Maybe..." he morphed again, "this works better?" He sounded like, well, Tony.

"Uhh, no," I pointed out.

"What you don't hold a special place in your heart for that buffoon of a man?" He changed back. "Fine."

With that, I teleported away.

Appearing in the living room, nearly naked, everyone laughed at me even though I clearly was not having it. "Ok I- this game is not for me. I'll be in my room if you need me," I said, clearly shaken.

"Uhh.. doc? We do need ya. Just for a hot sec," Tony murmured, holding the bag up. "If you're not gonna play, at least do us the honor of pulling someone else out of the bag. That way, they can pick next..." he extended it to me.

"Fine. It's... uhh... what is it? A piece of aluminum foil?" I asked.

"Aluminum..... it says Barnes next to Aluminum Foil," Banner read aloud.

"Great," Bucky whispered from across the room as I left.

Thank God that nightmare's over. What a crazy experience. But, I think we forgot someone in the closet...

"You forgot the Asgardian freak-show in the closet!" I shouted from my door down the hall.

"I AM NOT ASGARDIAN!" He yelled from within the closet.