The Prophecy

Ugo

"The doors unlocked," I whispered to my girlfriend as we stood outside what I could only conclude as the New York sanctum on Bleecker street.

Wanda grabbed my hand as I went to step forward and shook her head, "just because it's open, doesn't mean we should walk in."

"We've been invited," I reminded her.

"An anonymous letter isn't really an invitation, just knock on the stupid door," she laughed out her nose.

I smiled slightly and knocked using the obnoxiously large knocker, the door swinging wide open with no one on the other side.

"That feels like an invitation," I smirked.

"It feels like a trap," she quipped.

"Stop being so nervous, come on," I smiled, linking our fingers together and stepping inside as the door slammed shut behind us.

"We're gonna die," she sighed with a shake of her head.

"Hello?" I spoke into the large foyer.

"Hello?" A middle aged man asked me as he descended the stairs in a cloak I recognised all too well.

"Hi," I smiled, "you sent for me."

"I did?"

"Someone did," Wanda nodded.

"And who are you?" He asked.

"The girlfriend," she replied harshly, "who are you?"

"Ahhh!" A smaller bald man beamed from the top of the stairs, "Strange, this is Y/N!"

"You sent for me," I smiled.

"On behalf of the sorcerer supreme who doesn't seem to do his own admin," he nodded, giving the other man a side eye before holding his hand out toward me, "the names Wong, this is Stephen."

"Dr Strange," Stephen corrected.

"God you're a delight, aren't you?" I smiled back to him, "so to confirm, you're the sorcerer supreme?"

"I am."

"Why am I here then? What's my great purpose all powerful one?" I teased monotonously.

"Is she always this sparky?" he asked Wanda.

"Pretty much," she nodded slowly.

He hummed and turned to Wong, "so do you want to tell her?"

"About the prophecy?" I checked, both men turning to look at me, "oh, I know already."

Strange furrowed his brows and turned to look at Wong again who shrugged his shoulders.

"Who wants a drink?" he asked the room.

"I'll boil the kettle," Wong agreed, turning to walk back up the stairs as Strange followed.

"This is painfully awkward," Wanda muttered to me, linking our hands together again as we followed them.

"It almost feels like they weren't expecting me," I whispered.

"We knew you were coming," Strange replied even though I definitely didn't speak loud enough for him to hear.

Wanda raised her brows at me with a small smirk that I rolled my eyes at as we reached the top of the stairs and followed them into a room full of artefacts that were boxed away behind glass with leather bounded, old smelling books in a series of cases.

"Take a seat," Wong nodded at a pair of large single seater chairs.

Wanda sat down first as I sat on the one next to her and took the mug I was handed from Strange.