The scene opens up to a courtyard with the sound of chimes in the background. Three men in hoods walk through, their faces concealed in the darkness of the night.
They enter a library where a man was putting away a leather-back book into some kind of compartment before sliding it away. However, as the librarian does this, the hooded men from before enter in, and he looks at them.
They begin approaching, two of the men no longer having their hoods as even more men enter the library. The librarian looks around at them in terror as four of the trespassers summon orange sparkling whips and wrap the ends of them around the librarian's arms and legs.
They pull at him, lifting him into the air as he yells out in pain. One of the men set a cauldron down below his head, and the hooded leader stepped forward. He stopped right in front of the librarian and crouched down before him, letting down his hood to reveal his face. He then reached into the back of his garb and pulls out two knives before using them to decapitate the librarian, who's head fell into the cauldron.
The intruders then pull the book out from its place and the leader of the group looked at it as he held it in his hands. Then he unlocked the cover and opened the book to examine its pages before landing on a page with a strange symbol in the middle of it. The man tore it out and dropped the book to the floor, no longer caring for it as he and his men began to walk away.
However, a female voice stopped them. "Master Kaecilius. That ritual will bring you only sorrow."
The man known as Kaecilius turns to the speaker to see a figure in a yellow hooded garb. Her hood masked her face, but the man knew exactly who she was.
He reached behind his back and gripped his weapons as the woman began approaching. However, Kaecilius only turned and ran to the left and disappeared into a blast of orange, and his followers followed suite.
They all ran outside into the streets, only to stop when the see mirror-like cracks appearing in a wall formation before them. It was moving and shifting constantly, and the woman who had followed them walked up to the group of sorcerers. They turned to her as she waved her hand through the air, making the buildings around her shift and change as if they were folding in on themselves. Kaecilius glared at the woman.
"Hypocrite!" he yelled at her.
The woman moved her arms around herself and then leaped to the side, landing on one of the everchanging buildings which the magical thieves do as well. Then the woman moves her hands in a circular motion and lifted them up, making the buildings behind her enemies shoot up before they began rolling forward on top of each other.
Kaecilius then took out his blades as his men took out their own weapons. Two of them summon mystical whips and wrap them around the woman's ankles, only to be pulled to the ground when the hooded sorceress stepped back. Then she ran forward and hopped over the men's backs as she summons magical hand fans which she uses to smack the two men away. Then two more rush her, but she quickly dispatches them with a few quick hits and a kick that sends a sorcerer flying away who gets crushed under the rolling buildings.
The rest of the sorcerers charge the woman, but they were no match for her as they're all taken down swiftly and easily. Then the woman moves her hands around, making the buildings they were all on tilt sideways. The men all begin to slide and fall, but the woman stood tall and on her feet the whole time. Some of the men, however, land on solid platforms and stand to their feet as Kaecilius spins his hands around, summoning a spinning circle of orange sparks. The sorcerers all fall into the portal and land in a park.
Meanwhile, the woman was still battling some of the enemy sorcerers which she handles easily. However, she sees the last of them drop into the portal as it closes, and the buildings rolls over on the spot where it once was.
Realizing it was pointless to chase them anymore, and would only exhaust her further, the woman began walking back down to the street as she waves her hand through the air again. The buildings around her immediately began reforming and returning to normal as she drops back onto the street and walks forward. Then she spins her fingers around in a circular motion, creating a portal of her own that allowed her to traverse back into the normal dimension where the fight she just had never even happened.
She turns on the sidewalk and begins walking amongst the unsuspecting civilians that passed her. She then lowered her hood, revealing her bald head before slowly coming to a stop.
"So... you're the new host," she says.
She then turns to the side to see the semi-transparent form of Y/n standing in the middle of the street. His face was one of confusion as he looked around, realizing that no one else could see him or even touch him as the cars simply drove through him like a ghost.
"What the...?" he questioned. "What's going on?"
"Everything will be explained in time," the woman smiles. "Al you have to do is fine me. At Kamar Taj."
"Kamar-what?" Y/n asked.
However, before anything else could be said, Y/n suddenly fell through the ground as if a massive hole opened up to swallow him whole. He fell through, falling through God-knows-what before he crashed into something, only to shoot up awake in his bed.
He panted from shock and confusion, looking around before he rubbed his face to try to calm himself down. That's when he realized he was sweating. He let out a breath.
"God, what was that?" the boy asked himself.
"Hrmmmm... Y/n, come back to sleep..."
The biker looked down at his side to see Charlie asleep under the covers. However, she was awake enough to move her arms to try to grab and bring her boyfriend back to her side.
Y/n looked at his girlfriend for a moment before sighing and lying back down next to her. This makes her smile as she wraps her arms around Y/n and snuggle close to him. The Human only smiled at this as he held Charlie close with one of his own arms, falling back to sleep.
Besides, he could figure out what that dream was and meant later in the morning when he wakes up.
Timeskip...
Y/n yawned and stretched out his arms from his sides. Next to him, Charlie couldn't help but giggle.
"Someone's a sleepyhead," she says.
"Sorry, I'm just really tired," the host for the Ghost Rider states. "I had the strangest dream last night, and it was hard to go back to sleep afterwards."
"Is that the shout I heard last night?" Angel asked. "I thought you two were fucking or something."
Fat Nuggets oinked as Y/n and Charlie both looked at the runaway with flushed faces.
"Wh-what?" Charlie questioned.
"Angel! Don't think like that!" Y/n berated the Spider Demon. "The fuck is wrong with you?!"
Angel couldn't help but laugh. "You two are easy to tease like this."
Y/n scoffed as Charlie messed around with her hair. So deciding to change the subject, Charlie turned back to her boyfriend.
"So what happened in your dream?" she asked.
"Oh, um, it was strange, to be sure. There was this weird fight between a woman and these men with spke kind of magic," Y/n informed. "Then the woman turned to me and said, 'come to Kamar Taj' or something."
"Kamar Taj?" Angel questions. "The fuck is that?"
"How should I know?" Y/n shrugs and turns to Charlie. "Do you know?"
Charlie shakes her head. "Nope. Never heard of it before now."
"Strange..." Y/n hummed in thought.
"Kamar Taj?" Zarathos questioned.
Y/n tilted his head to the side. "You know what that is, Zarathos?"
"Of course he does," Charlie says as she flings her hands in the air.
"God, I hate it when he does that," Angel says and Nuggets oinks.
"Well, yes. I've been before, but I don't know the exact location," the Spirit of Vengeance states. "I assume it's somewhere in Asia, or something. That's where a lot of magic folklore and whatnot comes from."
"I'm just surprised it's real," Y/n says and turns to Charlie and Angel. "He says it's probably in Asia, but not exactly where."
"Oh, so he's useful for everything but navigation," Angel comments. "Remind me never to ask you for directions."
"Shut it, Sinner. I can still burn you to a smoky crisp!" Zarathos shouted, making Y/n tilt to listen in.
Angel noticed this. "What? Did he say something?"
"Sure," the Human said. "Let's go with that."
Angel arched a brow at that and Fat Nuggets oinks.
"Anyway, I know someone who may who know where it is."
Y/n turned to his girlfriend and Angel.
"He said he knows someone who may know how to help," he told them.
"Who?" Charlie asked.
Timeskip...
After leaving the house under Angel's watch, Y/n and Charlie left on motorcycle to the cemetery where Y/n first fought Lucifer. And where he met the caretaker.
Zarathos had explained that he was once bonded to the caretaker, who went by Carter Slade. The Fallen Angel commented on how powerful and amazing Carter was as the Ghost Rider, which Y/n responded by telling him to shut his trap.
The duo soon arrived at the cemetery and hopped off the bike after parking. They started walking forward.
"Are you sure he's gonna be here?" Charlie asked. "I mean, there's gotta be more than one caretaker for a graveyard, right? Doesn't he get days off?"
"Doubt it," Y/n said. "When I woke up here, he was the only person within miles. Pretty sure he's the only worker since it's such a small cemetery."
"It's also all a ruse... mostly," Zarathos stated. "He's pretending to be dead so no one comes after him. He was a good host."
"For the last time, I get it!" Y/n exclaimed. "He was a greater host than me. You don't have to rub it in."
Charlie couldn't help but giggle at this. It's been a month-and-a-half since the whole debacle with her father, and she's grown accustomed to having Zarathos around. And while she may not approve of all the times her boyfriend and Zarathos goes out at night to "serve penance and vengeance", she couldn't really stop it. Compared to the Ghost Rider, she was powerless. But that was fine with her. As long as her boyfriend didn't harm innocents, she wouldn't really try to stop him.
"So where is this Carter Slade?" the Demoness asked.
"Well, I'm right here, princess."
Y/n and Charlie stop and look to the side to see the old caretaker looking at them. His signature shovel was with him, with his old Western cowboy-styled hat on his head. He smiled at the couple.
"Slade," Y/n greeted the man as he started walking up to him. "Glad to see you again."
"You know my name," the caretaker points out. "Zarathos is still with you then, I assume."
"Yeah. He says, hi," Y/n said. "And this is Charlie, my girlfriend."
"Hi!" Charlie waved at the old man.
"Pleasure to meet ya," Slade nodded at the two. "But what brings you back around here? Couldn't be just to visit this old geezer, no?"
"Sorry, but no," the host of Zarathos shook his head. "I need your help."
"Help?" Carter questioned. "With what?"
"I need to find Kamar Taj," Y/n answers.
This seemed to catch Carter by surprise. "Kamar Taj? Now that's a name I haven't heard in years." He chuckles a bit. "Why do you need to find Kamar Taj?"
"He had a dream where a woman fighting people with magic told him to find her at Kamar Taj," Charlie stated. "Strange, I know."
"A woman?" Slade asked. "You mean the Ancient One."
"The Ancient One? Weird name..." Y/n muttered under his breath. "Think you can tell us where it is?"
"Of course, but you'd have to go alone," Slade answered.
Charlie got confused. "What? Why couldn't I come with him?"
"If the Ancient One called for him, she wants him to go alone," the old man stated. "It's very rare for an outsider to be called out to Kamar Taj. You're lucky to even know about it."
Y/n sighed and looked to his girlfriend who was pouting. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at this.
"Sorry, Char, but if what he says is true..." he didn't want to actually admit he'd have to leave Charlie alone. Again.
"Y/n..." Charlie pouted.
"I know, and I'm sorry," Y/n cupped his girlfriend's cheek. "I'd love to take you, but I guess it can't be helped."
Charlie huffed out a breath and crossed her arms. "Fine! But you're calling me every chance you get."
"Of course," Y/n smiled. "At least once a week."
Charlie kept her pout on her face for a moment before giving in.
"Alright," she said. "I'm gonna really miss you, though."
"I'll miss you, too," Y/n said before turning back to Carter. "So, where's Kamar Taj?"
Carter smirked.
Kathmandu, Nepal
Y/n wandered around Kathmandu searching for Kamar Taj, a place he was told was home to the Masters of the Mystic Arts. They've assisted the Ghost Rider and vise-versa countless times in the past, so Y/n already had a connection there. All he had to do was find it.
So the boy went around, asking for directions to the fabled home of the Mystic Arts. He was met with directions and questions as to what that even was, so he had to constantly ask people even if he had a map.
However, after a long few hours of wandering around, Y/n became tired out. It was hot under the Sun in the sky since there weren't many clouds, so the biker decided to rest for a bit in some shade.
However, as he tried to find a suitable spot, he came across an alleyway. It wouldn't have caught his eye for any reason, but he stopped anyway. Why?
"Sinners..." Zarathos grumbled darkly.
Y/n turned to look down the alley to see about three men cornering a single man in the middle. The man tried to punch one, only to cry out in pain and hold his hand afterwards and got punched in response. Another man went to strike the victim, but he didn't get a chance to when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Y/n told him before shoving him away.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" one of the three muggers asks.
Y/n only rolled his eyes. 'I'll handle this by myself, Zarathos.'
Zarathos only huffed in response. Then his host simply kick the man who spoke to him, sending him to the ground. The other two men ran at him to attack, but they weren't a match for the young man.
It wasn't a very long fight, due to Y/n's increased strength and fighting prowess even with no transformation. Soon the three street thugs were sent running, and Y/n scoffed.
"Ruffians," he said and turned to the man who was lying on the street. "Are you alright, sir?"
"Uh, y-yeah. Yeah," he nodded as he started pushing himself up. "For the most part, yeah."
"Here," Y/n grabbed the man's arms. "Let me help you up."
He did as he said he would and helped the man back to his feet. The man's hand were trembling, which Y/n took notice but didn't say anything about.
"Thank you, young man," the bearded man said.
"It's no problem, sir. It's what I do," Y/n said. "What did they want from you?"
The man lifted up his arm. "My watch. It's the only thing I have left after everything..." The man then looked at his watch. "And now it's broken. Great."
"After everything?" Y/n questioned. "What happened to you?"
"You don't watch the news?" the man asked, looking back up at his rescuer.
"Not really," the biker scratched his cheek. "I try to avoid the media as best as I can."
"That's a first," the man laughed a bit. "I-I'm Stephen Strange, a neurologist. Well, used to be anyway. I had a car accident that severely damaged the nerves and tissues in my hands."
The man known as Stephen showed his hands, showing their paleness and the scars on them. Now Y/n knew why they were trembling. They were still recovering.
"Why are you all the way out here in Nepal then?" Y/n asked. "Judging by your face and voice, you're an American. Shouldn't you be back at your home recovering and whatnot?"
"Maybe, but I'm just trying to find this place," Stephen stated. "I think it can help me."
"A place that could help you?" Y/n questioned.
"Yeah," the former neurologist nodded his head. "Kamar Taj. I wouldn't expect a kid like you to know about it."
"I do actually," the biker corrected. "I'm looking for it, too."
Stephen looked Y/n in the eye. "Really? What's a kid like you looking for a place like that?"
"I was called there by someone," Y/n explained. "I'm trying to find out why."
"Well, maybe we can look for it together since we're looking for the same thing," Strange suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," Y/n smiled.
"I'm afraid there will be no need for that."
Both Y/n and Stephen turn to see who spoke to them. It was a man in a green garb with a hood concealing his face. Y/n immediately got defensive and hovered his hand over his gun at his hip.
"There is no need for that," the man said and lowered his hood. "You're looking for Kamar Taj."
Stephen nodded.
"Uh, yeah," Y/n said and moved his hand away from his gun. "You know where it is?"
The man simply nodded and walked past both Stephen and Y/n. The two looked at each other before deciding to follow the stranger. They followed him through throngs of people and a marketplace before the stranger walks up to a random door, and Stephen stopped.
"Really?" he questioned and looked around. "Sure we got the right place?"
"Yeah," Y/n motioned towards another building that looked completely different from where the stranger stood. "That one looks more like a place called Kamar Taj."
Stephen chuckled a bit. "Yeah. This place doesn't look very Kamar Tajey."
"I once stood in your place. And I, too, was disrespectful," the stranger said. "So, might I offer you some advice?"
Y/n and Stephen didn't object.
"Forget everything the two of you think you know," the stranger told them.
"Done," Y/n said.
"Alright..." Stephen said, confused.
The stranger opened the door in front of him and motioned for Stephen and Y/n to enter in. They looked at each other and stepped through, and the man walked in right after them.
"The sanctuary of our teacher," the stranger spoke. "The Ancient One."
"The Ancient One?" Strange questioned.
"That's who called me here," Y/n said. "In my dream."
Stephen looked at the biker. "What? That doesn't make any sense."
"We live in a world with gods, aliens, and a ten-foot green rage monster," Y/n retorted. "A dream telling me to go somewhere makes less sense than that?"
Stephen had no answer to that. So he instead turned back to the stranger.
"This Ancient One... what's his real name?" he asked and the stranger looked at him. "Right. Forget everything I think I know. Sorry."
Stephen walked forward with Y/n right next to him as the stranger followed behind. Inside the room was a few tables and Asian artifacts with a few people inside in some kind of garbs. One was sitting down at one of the tables reading. That man looked over at Stephen and Y/n.
"Thank you for--" Strange didn't get to finish as two people took his jacket from him. "Whoa...!"
Y/n also had his jacket taken from him. "Uh, thanks."
"Okay, that's a... that's a thing," Strange mumbled.
"Should we tell him that the Ancient One is a woman?" Zarathos asked his host.
'Nah,' Y/n answered. 'I want to see his reaction when he sees who it really is.'
Strange went to thank the man reading again, only for a woman to give both him and Y/n a cup each. They thank her and another woman pours tea into it. The man reading sat up and began to walk off.
Strange turned back to him. "Uh, thank you... Ancient One, for seeing me."
"You're very welcome," said the woman pouring the tea.
Both Y/n and Stephen turned to her, and she smiles at them. Stephen looked over at the stranger.
"The Ancient One," he says.
Stephen then looks at Y/n, and he shrugs.
"Thank you, Master Mordo. Thank you, Master Hamir," the Ancient One told the two men who left the room. She then directed her attention to the two outsiders. "Mr. Strange and Mr. L/n."
"Hi," Y/n waved at her.
"Uh... doctor, actually," Stephen corrected and took a sip of his tea.
"Well, no, not anymore, surely," the Ancient One corrected. "Isn't that why you're here? You've undergone many procedures. Seven, right?"
"Yeah," Strange nodded.
"Wow, really?" Y/n asked. "That sucks, man."
"Yes, it really does," Stephen said. "Drink your tea."
Y/n rolled his eyes and did as told. He then looked incredibly impressed when he lowered the cup from his lips.
"That's really good tea," he said.
"Yes," the Ancient One said softly as she prepared two more cups of tea. "It's very nice to see that you accepted my invitation, L/n. I expected you to see it as some silly dream."
"Well, when you're live with two Demons and can transform into a flaming skeleton," Y/n said, making Strange look at him, "you kinda take things like that seriously."
"Pardon, did you just say that you live with actual Demons?" Stephen asked.
"Yeah, actually," Y/n confirmed. "They're not as bad as most people depict them to be."
Stephen looked at Y/n for a moment before deciding not to say anything. Instead, he turned back to the Ancient One.
"Did you heal a man named Pangborn?" Stephen asked. "A paralyzed man?"
"In a way," the Ancient One stated.
"You helped him to walk again," Strange said.
"Yes," the woman nodded.
"How did you correct a complete C7-C8 spinal cord injury?" Stephen asked.
"I didn't correct it," the Ancient One started stirring the tea. "He couldn't walk. I convinced him that he could."
"Why does it always have to be a riddle? Or something that just doesn't make sense?" Y/n asked.
"Wait, are you suggesting that it was pshycosomatic," Strange said.
"When you reattaxh a severed nerve, is it you who heals it back together or the body?" the Ancient One asked.
"The body, right?" Y/n asked.
"That's correct," Stephen nodded. "It's the cells."
"And the cells are only programmed to put themselves back together in very specific ways," the Ancient One explained. "
"Right."
"Yeah, I understand all of this."
"What if I told you that your own body could be convinced to put itself back together in all sorts of ways?" asked the Master of the Mystic Arts.
"You're talking about cellular regeneration," Stephen walked up to the bald sorceress. "That's bleeding edge medical tech. Is that why you're working here? Without a governing medical board?"
The Ancient One walked over to Mordo and handed him one of the cups of tea.
"Just how experimental is your treatment?" Stephen finished.
"Quite," the Ancient One smiled.
"You could even say it's almost like... magic?" Y/n smirked, gaining a small laugh from the Ancient One.
"So, you've figured out a way to reprogram nerve cells to self-heal?" Strange asked.
"No, Mr. Strange. I know how to reorient the spirit to better heal the body," the Ancient One stated. "Or to be more exact, as Mr. L/n likes to call it, magic."
"The spirit to heal the body?" Stephen asked.
"That's right," the Ancient One took a sip of her tea and walked to the side.
"No. A-a-a-alright," Strange said. "How do we do that? Where do we start?"
The Ancient One held up a book and showed it to Stephen, showing him a picture of a man cross-legged in a meditating pose.
Y/n whistled. "Ain't those the place of the Human body where the Chakras are?"
"Indeed," the Ancient One smiled and turned to Strange, who was silent. "Don't like that map?"
"Oh, no. It's really good," Stephen shook his head. "It's just... I've seen it before. In gift shops."
The Ancient One couldn't help but chuckle as Y/n smirks. She then turns the page to show a picture of two diagrams of Human bodies, both different sizes.
"What about this one?" she asks.
"Acupuncture," Stephen nodded. "Great."
"Yeah?" the Ancient One flipped to another page. "What about that one? L/n, do you know?"
"Um... some sort of scan?" Y/n guessed.
"It's an MRI scan," Stephen turned away. "I do not believe this."
The Ancient One set the book down. "Each of those maps was drawn up by someone who could see in part, but not the whole."
Stephen couldn't believe what was happening. "I spent my lost dollar to get here... A one-way ticket, and you're talking to me about healing through belief?"
"You're a man looking at the world through a keyhole. Both of you are. Just different ones," the Ancient One stated. "You, Strange, spent your whole life trying to widen it to see more, to know more. And now, on hearing that it can be widened, in ways you can't imagine, you reject the possibility."
"No, I reject it because I do not believe in fairy tales about Chakras, or energies, or the power of belief," Stephen turned to Y/n, "or Demons for that matter."
Y/n looked at Strange like he wanted to kill him. However, the Ancient One simply raised her hand to him, telling him to stay back to let Strange finish.
"There is no such thing as spirit! We are made of matter and nothing more," Stephen exclaimed. "You're just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe."
"You think too little of yourself," the Ancient One told Strange.
"Oh, you think you see through me, do you? Well, you don't," Stephen said, getting in the bald woman's face. "But I see through you!"
Stephen poked the Ancient One in the chest. However, she grabs his wrist and pulls him off of her before slamming her palm into the former neurologist's chest. He's sent flying back as a ghostly form of himself is flung out of his own body. Y/n dropped his cup of tea in shock.
"What the...?" he began to question, but trailed off.
Stephen looked at his own body which was being held up by Mordo, confused, before looking at his ghostly hands. They weren't shaking at all.
Then he was pulled back into his own body, standing up straight as Mordo backed away. He looked around in shock.
"What did you just do to me?" he asked.
"I pushed your astral form out of your physical form," the Ancient One answered.
"What's in that tea?" Stephen asked. "Psilocybin? LSD?"
"There weren't any type of drug in there, Strange," Y/n said as he stepped forward. "I would've known."
"He's correct. It's just tea," the Ancient One assured. "With a little honey."
"What just happened?" Strange asked, breathless.
"For a moment, you entered the astral dimension," the Ancient One stated.
"The what?" both Y/n and Stephen asked.
"A place where the sound exists apart from the body," the bald sorceress informs.
"I-i-if that's true, then do it to him!" Stephen pointed at Y/n.
"Uh, I don't think that would work," the biker said.
"And why not?" Strange growled.
"Because Mr. L/n, here, no longer has his soul. Instead, he has a powerful Spirit of Vengeance in its place," the Ancient One answered. "And if I were to do to him what I did to you, I would release a very unstable power into the universe."
"What?" Y/n questioned as he walked up next to Stephen.
Stephen took a breath. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"To show you just how much you don't know," the Ancient One smiled. "Open your eye."
She pressed her thumb against Strange's temple, making him gasp for air as his body freezes up. He begins to scream and yelp in fright.
"What are you doing to him?" Y/n asked in worry.
"Just opening up his mind," the Ancient One said. "Would you like me to do the same to you?"
"Uh, no thanks," Y/n stepped back.
"His heart rate is getting dangerously high," Mordo stated.
The Ancient One pulled her thumb from Stephen's temple, making him stumble forward and land in a chair. Y/n and her check on him.
"He seems fine," she says.
Strange begins screaming again, and Y/n takes a step back. He looks at the Ancient One with concern and confusion. She only smirks.
"You think you know how the world works? You think this material universe is all there is?" she asks, not talking either one of the two outsiders specifically. "What is real? What mysteries lie beyond the reach of your senses?"
Stephen is still screaming.
"At the root of existence, mind and matter meet. Thoughts shape reality," the Ancient One continued. "This universe is only one of an infinite number. Worlds without end. Some benevolent and life giving... others filled with malice and hunger. Dark places, where powers older than time lie ravenous... and waiting."
Strange begins to scream even more before going completely silent.
"What is your role in this vast multiverse?" the Ancient One asks before turning to Y/n. "And what kind of monster do you see yourself become?"
Stephen begins babbling before screaming again. Then he seemingly gets knocked out of his chair by some unknown force, and falls to the floor face-first. The Ancient One looks at him as Y/n goes to help him up.
"Have you seen that before in a gift shop?" she asks.
Strange begins panting and looks at his trembling hands. Then he looks to the Ancient One with pleading eyes.
"Teach me."
The Ancient One looks at him. "No."
Stephen is immediately kicked out of the building and back out onto the street. The door then closes behind him, and Y/n could hear every single one of Stephen's pleas. He looks at the Ancient One.
"You're not going to do that to me, are you?" he asks.
"Of course not," the Ancient One smiles. "Me and you have a very different agenda... Ghost Rider."
Y/n couldn't help but gulp.