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"I also got some female artists here in America. Can't deny Pink she's my girl."

"Well at least you're not into Nicki Minaj or Cardi B."

"Oh gods no. Those girls sing only one key. Autotune." I said.

"Well you're on your way. Now come on, there's lots to educate you on in the ways of music." He extended his hand for me to take. I smirked at him and we walked side by side with his arm around my shoulders.

So out into New York City we went. I'll admit it's always a bit weird to see Strange in normal civilian clothes, I'm just used to him in his Sorcerer Supreme attire (all we pretty much wear is our sorcerer robes whether in public or within the sanctums).

"You know we went shopping for a reason." He told me gesturing to my sorcerer robes.

"I know but you also gotta admit these robes are super comfy. It's like they're not even there." I told him. He opened his mouth but closed it and lightly shrugged.

"Alright, but don't take out your knives otherwise people will think you're crazy."

"It's New York. Everyone is crazy." At that statement he shrugged a nod again agreeing with me as we kept on walking until we reached our destination. Marko's Record Shop.

"A record shop? Seriously? You do know there's a new thing called streaming."

"Yes but there's nothing that beats than old fashion vinyl records. Plus I found a record in the sanctum and I've been polishing it and fixing it up for weeks. Now come on." He gently pushed me forward before following behind me as we both entered the store.

"Welcome to Marko's how can I—Stephen? Stephen Strange?" an elderly man spoke up from behind the counter.

"Hello Marko, glad to see again." He greeted the man.

"And good to see you too son, been a long time. I was almost beginning to think that being a hero would make you forget about all the little people you knew."

"Please Marko forget you? Never. I brought along one of my top students, (Y/n) (L/n) figured I'd let her get out of the streaming train and see how we got our music back in the day." Stephen said placing an arm around me.

"Well, welcome, welcome, welcome to Marko's Record shop young lady." He extended his hand out to me and I gratefully took it. "It's always a pleasure to see young folks like you coming into my store these days. No one really cares for records like they used to."

"Is it really because of the streaming services?" I asked.

"That and there was also the phase of illegal music downloading like Napster and Frostbite. Glad those sons of bitches got terminated or at least filled with so many viruses that no one downloads things from there." Marko said.

"Indeed." Stephen agreed.

"Well feel free to browse around for as long as you want and if you find something either of you like, it's on me."

"Oh no Marko we couldn't possibly." Stephen argued.

"Take it Stephen. You—you brought my wife back to me as well as our children from the Blip. Please." Stephen looked at Marko with solemn eyes and he nodded before guiding me over to some of the records.

"So—how is it you know this guy? You talk as if you're old friends."

"he is. An old family friend of my mother's. And he's the reason for my supreme music-cation which I shall now bestow onto you." He said fiddling through some records till he came to on. "Ah-ha yes! Oh Marko I still can't believe you have this one!" he pulled out a Beatles record.