You look down at your hands and quietly whisper to yourself,
"Am I some kind of monster?"
You hear beeps like someone is putting in a pin on the other side of the door before the door slowly swings open. The man named Tony stark walks into the room...
Six months into the pregnancy you and Loki are out on a date night when future Rosa visits the tower and Strange. Doctor strange has been staying at the tower for the pregnancy just to have a second doctor on hand.
"Hi uncle Strange"
"Hi Rosa, how are you?"
Strange recently stopped lecturing Rosa because they came to an agreement that as long as she didn't mess up the timeline too bad, she could hang out. He was growing to like her little visits. They had been spending more and more time together.
"I came with a gift, this will be my last visit to this timeline"
"What? Why?"
"I know the dangers of the me on this timeline seeing this version of me"
"There's still three more months, we don't have to worry about that yet"
She gives him a tight hug and he actually hugs her back.
"I'm sorry uncle Strange"
"It's alright kid"
When the hug is broken Rosa gives Strange two beautiful potted Hiaasens.
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"Please do me a favor and make sure my future self sees this"
"I really shouldn't-"
"Please? For me?"
He sighs
"Alright, only for you"
"Please don't let me make the same mistake Peter did,"
He nods.
"Goodbye Rosa"
She smiles at him and then steps backwards into a portal and disappears. Right then Wanda walks in.
"Strange? Are you alright?"
He steels himself as to not let Wanda know what happened.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
She shrugs.
"Why do you have flowers?"
"Why not?"
"Fair point"
Wanda leaves him be and he immediately takes the flower to his temporary room.
Meanwhile on your date with Loki, you speak the prophecy in the middle of a crowded restaurant
"The fist born child Will be most wild Midgard beware Of the galaxy hair
A rose of white Also bleeds red The weight of the world Shall dance on her head
A choice she shall make While dancing on a lake But if she chooses wrong You'll never hear her song
When the day is near Cast aside your fear In the midnight surf It's a question of worth"
