I found my old Columbia sweater! :))

“Yes, was.”

His smile falters.

“It was a long time ago now”

I think I twisted my ankle last night. Ow

He chuckles. “Brains. I was a neurosurgeon,” he says.

“Doctor Strange,” he says, holding his hand out in greeting. It’s wrapped with bandage just like his face is. “But for the moment, you can call me Zombod”. He winks.

“It’s for the occasion — I don’t walk around like this usually”

“America,” Stephen greeted with a smile. “How are your studies going?”

Me, dressing for the occasion? Weirder things have happened. Happy Halloween! 🎃

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Stephen asked as he picked up one of the flashlights. He tapped the button once and arched an eyebrow when the light was fluorescent green-ish rather than white.

Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆.
𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒐. 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

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So he leaned one elbow against the table and propped his chin into his palm, gazing out the window into the distance and watching the cars drive by.

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After giving his order to the barista, he pulled the scarf away from his neck and picked a seat next to the window. Had he remembered his phone? Yes, it was in his jacket pocket, along with his wallet and a few small trinkets.

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and into a coffee shop a few blocks away. Far enough from Times Square, but close enough to the Sanctum to not be inconvenient. He might have visited the place before, once, back in his surgeon days. It felt so very long ago now.

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made the roads and sidewalks gleam. An evening walk might do him good. New York was … surprisingly empty for this time of day. The city that never sleeps was napping, if that term could be used for such a thing.

Stephen didn’t mind it. He appreciated it, in fact, as he walked down the street

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It had been some time now since he had visited a good old coffee shop, after all.

Outside the doors in the streets of New York, summer had reached its end and fall had taken its place. Wet leaves were dotting the ground in places where the crowd was thin, and a light rain

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Coffee. The only thing he had found in the Sanctum was three years past expiry date, and traveling to Kamar-Taj for a cup was … not an option. So he had tossed away the old package and changed into something comfortable before heading out.

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Whoever stole my turtleneck sweater, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 find you

// spooky starters because yes 😎

I was being genuine, old friend. I might’ve … stumbled and twisted my ankle, that’s all.

Oh, none for you, only about three for myself

Fair enough. After my own adventures, I take not being wanted dead as a win

Band? As much as I appreciate the thought, I’m not sure if the multiverse would allow that

Oh, there we go. I’ve found out how replies work