Stephen and you had met when he had arrived to Kamar-Taj. You had already been at Kamar-Taj in search of healing for your knee injury that lead to your left leg completely paralyzed and with the possibility of never being able to walk again. The difference between you and Stephen was that you accepted the healing of the mystic arts with open arms while Stephen struggled but in the end it worked out for you both. Now you are both the guardians that safeguard and protect the New York Sanctum Santorum.
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"Stephen would you hurry up we're going to be late for the meeting!" You yelled.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He yelled back. He came down the hall and grabbed his cloak of levitation and threw it over his shoulder to put it on in a very dramatic fashion.
"Always the dramatic one." I smirked at him.
"Who me? Never." He smiled and bent down to kiss you.
"Now as much as I would love to continue this we have a meeting with the Sorcerers Supreme." You breathed.
"Fine but after this meeting, you're mine Y/N." He winked.