Marvel Imagines

Stephen Strange ➳ None Rewind with Left Beef

Requested by: MylifeasaWitch

A/N: this has been in the
making for like 5 years
Only, the day before a final had
inspiration striking and bam
from 0 to 3k words

Warnings, I guess: Pixar movie turned into horror (kinda) | repeated lines

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You somehow had convinced Stephen Strange to help you get back at Steve, Bucky, and Sam in pranking them back for what they had done to you during the last mission you had accompanied them to assist. Leaving you behind after a successfully executed mission was not a funny, harmless prank! It was Bucky's idea, Steve was a pushover, and Sam tried to be the voice of reason but failed. Abandoned in the middle of nowhere, legs deep in swamp water, you couldn't help but watch them laugh as the helicopter took off and ascended up in the air. You crossed lands and swamps to make it back to the Avengers HQ, looking like a swamp monster with all the kelps, algae, and murky dirt sticking onto you and thirsting for blood and revenge.

One, two, three. You tried to hold in your anger before an actual homicide would happen in the building, and holding that need at bay proved to be more challenging when you crossed the two senior citizens and their nurse.

Bucky burst at you laughing and laughing and laughing so hard he fell off the sofa while he tightly clutched his stomach. Talk about humiliation at first sight. Steve tried to hold it in as his shoulders shook, but those treacherous snickers turned into laughter not so long after. And Sam, oh Sam, the guy that you still held some sense of respect for him actually looked disappointed in the two dying from laughter grandpas. He held an impressively disappointed look over his two companions, shaking his head at them as you crossed the room to reach the main elevator.

But, alas! As you stood in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close, you heard Sam calling for Bucky's and Steve's attention, then saw him raising two palms up.

You squint your eyes, looking very suspicious.

Slap. Slap.

You had dejectedly seen him high-fiving all around through the closing doors of the elevator.

You are so going to murder them.

***

"Okay, so, doctor." All cleaned up now, you went on your way seeking out the Doctor. Mister Doctor. The Doctor that was Strange. Whatever. You found him meditating in the backyard. The weather was nice today, and butterflies and ladybugs were soaring around. And, now, you were in the middle of cutting his meditation session short. "I need your help."

His facial expression turned somewhat sour. The kind of face you would have made if you had Accidentally woke up from your sleep and was trying to fall back in.
No avail.

You called his name once, twice, poked his cheeks and pinched them. Though he did not budge, only, his eyebrows furrowed. You sighed, then his cape started to wave at you. You sat behind the doctor and started a game of rock, paper, scissors with it, leaving you a little occupied at the moment and giving Stephen a little while to continue his meditation.

Score: 17 to 9 going in favor of the cape. You pouted.

No fair.

"What is it that you needed my help with?" Stephen asked. He didn't seem to be wanting to turn around to face you so you opted to crawl back and sat cross-legged in front of him.