Rough Path to Memory Square

Returning to your room you settle near the window pane, leaning on it, America sitting at the end of your bed and Stephen resting near the table, fingers tapping on the orange folder. You know that he's already looked inside of it.

After a moment of simple chatting, you turn to America and say, "I think I could provide you some help with your multiversal travel to find your moms."

"Really?" Chavez almost jumps from the bed.

"Well, I'm not too sure, but I looked at some of Reed's research he did with Stephen and I think I could find some notes Christine did on naming the universes so... So basically, we can cross out the universes you've already been to, now that you wield your powers better, you can not come back to those universes that you've already been to. And if we find notes about the universes with names, we can know where else to go. I mean you. You'll know where to go."

"That's... A good idea, actually. But how will she tell us that she's already been to that universe and didn't find her parents? Or is she coming back here every time?" Stephen asks, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Well... I could push Stark into creating some sort of multiversal phone or whatever. So that we three could communicate without the need to go to each other's universe and thus multiplying chances of incursion."

"Stark? What you're gonna tell him?" Strange asks, fingers immediately stop tapping on the folder.

"He uh… He already knows something about... Nevermind. But if I agree to be a part of his stupid club, then I'm sure as hell gonna use its services."

"Isn't it dangerous?" America asks frowning. Stephen refrains from a question.

"What? Being a part of a superhero club? Or trusting people you wouldn't actually trust?" you smile sadly.

"Yeah. Sort of both...?"

"Life's full of dangers, ain't it?" you laugh. Stephen smiles into his palm, America looks a bit lost but just carries on.
"Oh, the tea! I knew I forgot something." you shoot up from your spot and run towards kitchen.

"What's with the face?" Stephen asks looking at America.

"What's with yours?" she asks back, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

"Mine?" he asks offended slightly.

"Yeah, I'm sure that if I look closely I might see the little hearts spinning in your eyes when you look at y/n."

"Don't be ridiculous." Stephen turns his head to the window not wanting to meet America's eyes.

"I'm not, I know you like her. Probably since the moment she helped us escape." smug smile on her face, America is reading Strange like an open book.

Stephen looks at the door checking if you're not coming back, "okay, okay, I like her. But we both know it's not going to work. I'm not even supposed to be here." he sighs and rakes his hair, a bit frustrated.

America falls silent, not sure what to say when whole dialogue took another turn. Thankfully your light steps saved them both from drowning in awkwardness any longer.

"Made some mint tea, the leaves collected and dried by me." you put the tray with cups and point thumbs to yourself.

"Mm, smells nice." Stephen says and shares a look with America who tries to hide her smirk.

"So. What's our plan?" you ask and take sip of the tea, standing by the window again.

"About…?"

"You and your travels."

"Oh, yeah. Well I think having a way to communicate might be good. But I don't want you two chit-chatting, alright?" America points to you and Strange.

"What?" you ask feeling your cheeks getting redder and Stephen looks equally embarrassed.

"Just kidding, just kidding." America laughs holding her stomach.

"Okay, enough jokes, where you're staying? With me or with y/n?" Stephen asks sipping the tea.

"Maybe you could stay with me for while. Help with the research. And well... In case Tony creates the device, we could try it out." you shrug secretly hoping that girl decides to stay with you for a while and keep you company. Stephen has Wong after all. You? You had no one here in the Sanctum.

"Yeah, great." America smiles but then looks at Stephen, "I mean if you're okay with staying with Wong alone."

"I can manage with Wong alone perfectly, thank you." he rolls his eyes, and you burst into laughter.

"Yeah, right." you smirk into the cup and take a sip of the tea.

"Are you siding with her?" Stephen asks, pretending to grab his heart and be offended.

"Who else am I supposed to side with?" you laugh.

"Well, me, for example."

You and America both raise your eyebrows and then all of you fall into a laughter. Deep down inside you want this moment to last forever.

"What's this?" Stephen asks pointing to the orange folder.

"Uh, Stark left it. Probably some things about the club."

"Hellfire club. All members swear to keep the club in secret and if the rule is broken, consequences will be executed." Stephen reads aloud.

"Sounds promising." you sign at the same time as America mutters "Spooky."

"You're accepting the offer?" he asks, flipping through the hundreds of pages.

"What else I could do? Maybe this way I'll get all these rich players back to the level of being 'a decent human being' again." you sigh and put the cup on the window pane.

"I'm not pushing my opinion on you, but I wouldn't do it." Stephen gently closes the folder and pushes it away from him.

"I'll think about it." you say, looking through the window into the busy street of Greenwich Village.

America loudly puts the cup on the tray and stands up. "Well, I think I'm ready to grab a bite and go to sleep. You guys want pizza?"

"Errm.. No?" you hesitate, looking at Stephen, who shakes his head as well.

"You got money?" Stephen asks, tapping his pocket.

"Yes, Wong gave me some before we left. My room's down the corridor?"

"Yeah." you answer, a bit surprised how mature this girl became in such a short time.

"Cool. We leave in 3 hours?" she asks Strange who just nods, finishing his tea.

"See ya later." America goes towards the door and sends a wink towards the two of you.

As the door closes, you and Strange look at each other, both with similar expressions.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" you laugh a bit and put the cup on the tray too, lingering near Strange.

"Yeah. She really is special." he says and puts his cup, eyes looking at you - up and down, and then stopping halfway. "What do these lines mean?" he points to your belt and you step closer, so he could touch it.
Fingers slowly hook on your belt, shaking a little, touch every line and softly brush until it reaches the end, where the sling ring rests. You watch him curiously, the delicate touch of his fingers even though the thick material of your robes send sparks to your body.

"Well, these I got for you. The red one-" you touch it, Stephen's finger comes to rest on the same spot, just inches away from yours, "it symbolizes your Cloak and the gold one, well, I just thought it suits your whole character." your fingers slip down the belt and stay on his palm. He closes his eyes for a moment and then pulls you into him. You gasp at the sudden action, grabbing the table behind him and his shoulder for support. Your face close to his, you're suddenly breathing heavily.

"Is it bad that I care so much for you that I would give up everything just so that I could spend eternity in your embrace?" he whispers, eyes finding yours, nose slowly brushing your cheek.

"Yes. It's absolutely ridiculous. And dangerous. And just utterly stupid." you whisper back, taking in his intoxicating scent.

"Stupid enough for you to feel the same?" he whispers, hands grabbing your waist and bringing your body onto his. You sit on his thighs and hear how the chair lets out a painful creak.

"Yes." you say and finally capture his lips with yours, words that were never meant to be said, slowly melting into the kiss.

You move your hips forward, trying to get into a better position since your back is killing you, but the action causes a low grunt to escape from Stephen's lips, and he pulls away for a moment to breathe in. "Damn."

"What? You want me to repeat that?" you ask and after earning a nod you, however, decide to go elsewhere and stand up, taking Stephen from the chair as well.

"Hey, where -"

"The bathroom, at least no one can hear us there." you urge and open the doors to the bathroom, when Stephen attacks you with a waterfall of kisses.
You both almost fall into the bathroom and somehow manage to stay on your feet.

"Shhh, keep quiet" you hush Stephen as you close the door and put a spell to make the room a little soundproof.

"The hush spell?" Stephen asks, smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah" you say casually but feel your skin burning under his eyes.

"Fuck, that's so hot." he softly grabs your face and kisses you again, tongue exploring your mouth. You want to breathe in, but the feeling's too good to be cut off. After another breathless moment, you both pull away, looking at each other with lust-filled eyes, pupils so dilitated that the eye almost looks black.

"Sit." he commands, pointing to the bathtub.

"What?" you breathe out, a bit confused, but he's already pushing you towards the tub and sitting you on the edge.

"Be a good girl for me, okay?" he asks and kisses you again, slowly getting on his knees, fingers pressing into the fabric of your pants and your soft skin.

"Stephen" you begin, but he puts one finger on your mouth, slowly shaking his head.

"Keep your voice low, the spell doesn't always work." he tugs at your pants, and you stand up, allowing him to undo your belt and pull your pants down up till your knees. Your panties go down as well, leaving your lower half exposed to the cool air of the bathroom. He sits you back on the edge of the tub and slowly spreads your legs. You look for something to hold on to, so you don't fall, but end up gripping the edge of the tub tighter. Soft kisses pepper your thighs, and you take a deep breath, getting ready for the inevitable contact of your pussy and his tongue. He doesn't wait for too long, and the clash of two matters hits the air from your lungs. You grab his shoulders for support and squeeze them tight as he tastes you more aggressively than before.

"Stephen-" you breathe, your hand slipping into the sea of his black and white hair and fingers unconsciously tugging at the roots. He groans, and the act sends waves of pleasure through your whole body. He quickens his rhythm, feeling how tight his pants became, tasting your most sensitive area and feeling how your hands grip his shoulders for support, how you crave for more bare skin and delicately try to get him out of the robes. Everything at once makes his head spin, so he grabs your thighs more harshly, trying to hold onto you for his dear life. You taste so good, so heavenly and just so earthly at the same time. The slow and limited moving of your hips puts a smirk on his lips - you're totally in his control.

"Stephen, please -" you moan, one hand flying to your mouth as you try to silence yourself a bit.

He pulls away and looks at you, his beard and lips glistening with your wetness. "Please what?" he asks, but doesn't let you answer as he unexpectedly pushes two fingers into you, and you grip the material of his robes, hoping that it would hold you in this world before you fly away.

"Oh shit" you keep muttering under your breath as you look at him, kneeling before you, watching how his fingers disappear in your pussy when he pushes them in and how they come out when he pulls his hand away.

"You're so beautiful." he whispers but not loud enough for you to hear.

"Stephen I think I'm gonna cum." you say before he quickens his pace even more, and you almost fall into the tub as the pleasure overtakes your whole body, luckily, Stephen's there to catch you just in time.

"That's it, good girl." he whispers, now back on his feet, holding you by the waist, seeing how your whole body twitches in the aftermath of his actions.

You grip onto him, and he helps you stand up. Awkwardly, with your pants still pushed to your boots, you fall into his embrace and kisses you once again. You come back to your senses, hand sneakily reaching his pants, he lets out a groan, and you finally touch his dick. "I don't like being in debt." you say right into his ear and kiss right under his ear, feeling how he shudders under your touch. You push him until his body reaches the countertop and stops. You fall on your knees and continue palming him through the pants, enjoying his little squirming under your touch.

"Fuck." he says, and you smirk a little.

"Come on Stephen, I didn't even begin" and with a flick of your fingers, his pants are down, the only thing keeping his cock in place is the material of his boxers. You hook your fingers on them and slowly push them down, watching his hard dick fly out. One look at Stephen and you know he's already lost - hands impatiently grip on the countertop, waiting for the inevitable contact, barely controlled breathing and eyes - wide and filled with lust. You take it in your hand - thick and veiny, and feel like your hand got smaller. He breathes out through his nose, loudly, and you squeeze him a little more. Although you enjoy playing with him, but you just can't wait to taste him. And finally - for both of your reliefs - you put the tip in your mouth and taste the salty pre-cum, which mixed with Stephen's gasp makes the experience a hundred times better.

"Fuck, y/n..." he says gritting his teeth, his fingers holding onto the countertop tightly. You don't stop, and although you know you can't fully take it in your mouth, you aim for at least half of it, your hand taking care of the other half. Quickening the pace, you bob your head, gripping his belt with the free hand. Weird slurping sounds, low grunts and silent moans fill the small space of the bathroom and whole atmosphere makes you feel disoriented. Stephen's right hand rests on your head, not pushing you or anything, just rests there for comfort and support, but as he starts gripping your hair, you know he's close. "Stop, stop I-" he begins but falls silent as the orgasm hits him with full force, and he cums in your mouth, hot seed spilling on your tongue. He slumps awkwardly on the counter and takes deep breaths, looking at you, swallowing all that he gave away.

You clean the corners of your lips and stand up, leaning on the counter as well. He brushes the strand of your hair from your face that he accidentally pulled out and smiles brightly; you also award him with a smile.

"That was -"

"Something else, huh?" you finish and both fall into a short laughter, hands secretly touching on the counter. You look in the mirror and see only your upper half, hair a bit messy and red cheeks, but the robes still look intact.

"Yeah…" he says and turns to the mirror, fixing his hair a bit and robes, but his eyes wander to your reflection.

"Perhaps we should go. If America came back, she might suspect something." you say, lowering your voice and stealing a glance toward the door.

"She's already suspecting something. I think that's why she left 'for pizza'" Stephen makes air quotes, "in the first place."

"Yeah…" you say and push your pants up, pushing Stephen to the side with a swing of your hips and turning on the water to wash your face.

A moment later Stephen is also doing the same but when you don't pass him the towel, he begins pouting like a child." What's this -" he stops as you slowly dab his face with the towel, the skin drying instantly.

"You have a scar" you simply say, slowly touching the end of his eyebrow.

"One of the many" he simply answers, but your expression only hardens. You hate to see him suffer. You hated seeing the scars your Strange inherited in fights, especially those that were on his face. "Don't worry." he says, noticing the change in your face, and you take your hand away from his face, putting the towel back in its place. "I - uh… I need a favor." Stephen says as you almost reach the doors.

"Yes?"

"Could you make another copy of the Stark's club folder? And the research about multiverse?" he asks, expectantly.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, but now could you ever say no to Stephen Strange?
"Fooor what?" you drag out, opening the door to your bedroom.

"Well, you know. To have a better understanding of the multiverse. If that's even possible. And if we get the device that lets us communicate, we could talk if we find something... Interesting." he shrugs and follows you out of the bathroom.

"And why the Stark club folder?"

"Well, I just want to know what kind of mess you're getting yourself into." he smirks a bit and stops near the table, touching the glowing rose with his finger slowly.

"And why's that? You don't think I'm capable of solving my own messes?" you smirk too, and he just shakes his head, pulling one rose out and carefully inspecting it.

"No, I think you're more than capable of that but in case you really need some help... From me, for example... I would want to know what we're dealing with."

"You just want to satisfy your curiosity." you say, and he laughs.

"Yep. Are all Stranges so predictable?"

"More or less." you answer and go towards the bookshelf, pulling out a huge pile of notebooks.

"What's this made of?" he gestures to the rose in his hands, and you shrug.

"Don't know, never thought of asking him, actually. Perhaps he pulled that from some advanced magic spell book." you begin waving your hands in a certain pattern, watching how the notebooks and papers make a copy of each other and lie down in a nice pile.

"Or he began inventing spells himself." Stephen says under his breath and puts the flower back in the vase, watching how you literally duplicate notes. "Impressive." he praises, and you blush slightly.

The knock on the door startles you a bit, and you see America peeking inside. Seeing that you two just chat, she enters and plops on the bed.
"Was the pizza good?" you ask, not looking at her but focusing on the papers in front of you.

"Yeah, I don't think I ever felt so full." she falls on the bed loudly, and you smile to yourself.

"Will you go for a nap or -" Stephen begins, but the girl just waves her hand and turns into a more comfortable position.

"Nap and then we go." she says and closes her eyes.

"I go. You'll keep y/n company, right?"

"Yes, yes..." she says silently and then in a matter of seconds falls asleep.

"That's the quickest somebody fell asleep" you say and turn to grab the orange folder when Stephen gives it to you.

"Maybe we should go to the lobby, and then wake her up in a couple of hours?" he whispers, looking at the girl.

"Yeah, sure." you wave your hands and all the papers follow you out of the bedroom, where America's soft snores fill in the huge space.