A/N: I hate myself.
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The more Natasha heard about Doctor Strange, the more she hated him.
Stuck up, rude, egotistical.
Those descriptions sounded like Tony word for word. But the man was brilliant in medical technology and science. He won award after award for his discoveries, yet, as Natasha kept browsing the web plus information Tony told her, something was off.
Dr. Strange had a car accident.
He should have died.
But he didn't.
Nerve damage to his hands. Stephen Strange could never pick up a scalpel again, or pick up anything again. He lost his job, his reputation, everything. Then he just disappeared, only to reappear months later. Natasha couldn't wrap her brain around it. To her, it didn't make any sense.
"I may be the Sorcerer Supreme, but I too never understood what the press made of me," a strange voice said behind her.
Natasha picked up the glock next to her and fired off a bullet.
It stopped and hovered in midair before it was gently placed back on the table.
"I will say that is the first time someone has reacted to me," the voice said again.
"Who..who are you you?" Natasha called out, looking around the room in bewilderment.
"Dr. Stephen Strange at your service," the voice announced.
Natasha turned her head to the window, expecting to see someone.
"No, Mrs. Rogers, over on your left."
Natasha turned her next to see who it was.
A torso and a head was sticking out of a glowing portal, smiling at her.
"It's actually still Romanov," she exclaimed, holding her hand out for the man to shake.
Strange nodded, shaking her hand and clicking his tongue thoughtfully. "I thought you were married."
"I thought you unable to move your hands," Natasha replied.
"Ah, but magic is a wonderful thing."
Natasha groaned. "And here I thought Tony was messing with me."
Strange narrowed his eyes and grabbed her wrist. "The danger is very real, Romanov. Mordo is out there feeding magic to Dormammu, unwillingly because he doesn't know, but we need to stop him," he told her, letting go of her wrist abruptly.
"Dormammu? Mordo? Who are these people?"
"You'll find out in due time Romanov. Now please, get some rest. I have a tale to tall you tomorrow."
And with that he left her room, the portal closing shortly. Natasha rubbed her temples, questioning if what happened had happened in the first place.
"I need to sleep. And maybe call up Wanda tomorrow," she told herself, shutting down the laptop and hopping into bed.
These nights it was hard for her to sleep without Steve, but tonight, it was much worse. For countless hours she laid awake at the things Strange told her. What happened to him? Why wasn't he dead? Who are Mordo and Dormammu? Are they coming after Steve?
Natasha did not know the answers, nor did she want too. She became wrapped up in something her skill set wasn't needed for. And she wondered why she was still here.
A low growl came from inside her head, and red eyes poured into her mind's eye like it was born to do so. More questions arose, but the red eyed growling figure kept staring, and finally, she felt her eyes close. Whatever the thing was, it was calling for her.
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A/N: let me get this out of the way: this is taking place after the events of Doctor Strange and loosely based on the Avengers Academy Doctor Strange Event. Spoiler tags will be used because we have to cover a lot of expedition dumps.

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