Doctor Strange X Reader First Book

One, two, three, four, wait what is that?!

A/N: Hello my dear readers!

As requested by TheConjurerSpark, here is a story where the reader is the guardian of the infinity stones and something disturbed them which end by the appearance of Smaug, Sherlock, Khan and Stephen in the temple.  I changed a bit the story.

I hope you'll like it.

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As the guardian of the Infinity Stones, you would watch this precious cargo as a female eagle watching carefully over her baby raptors, always having an acute eye on them.

You thought you were doing a pretty good job, having set security cameras, traps and powerful protection spell with enigmas to riddle for any enemies. Only you knew the answer and you thought for a moment of weakness, you were safe.

You were fine until that day, the moment everything went wild. The instant you closed your eyes, checking another powerful relic, something or rather someone triggered the stones. You stepped in immediately, creating a portal and jumping into the magic spell activated by the infinity stones. You raised your hands and mustered all the power you had in your veins and countered the magic. Hope invaded your mind, words of peace flew out of your lips and the air flickered under your tone. Gradually, the tension lingering in the air vanished and you fell on your knees, breathing heavily. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest, threatening to get out and gallop in the corridors of the temple.

After a while, a smooth hand offered its help and without thinking you grabbed it. When you realised there was someone in the same room as you, you suddenly stepped out, in a position of attack. The stranger tilted his head to the side, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

You looked at the stranger carefully, notifying his deep blue eyes, the ruffled dark hair and the strange outfit he was wearing: a pair of black trousers with a purple shirt.

« Stephen ? » you asked dumbfounded.

Another voice answered you.

« I'm behind you Y/N. »

You turned around abruptly, blinking when you saw the Sorcerer Supreme in his usual outfit and the cloak swiftly swinging at his back.

« Care to tell me why is there a copycat of myself here? I knew you loved me, but still, you should have told me. » He said, teasing you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

« Stop dreaming Stephen, I have no idea what happened. I thought I had stopped the spell and... »

A stern British accent cut you off.

« Obviously, you didn't. »

Stephen and you looked at him with blinking eyes and you gave your full attention to him.

« Who are you? »

« My name is Sherlock Holmes. »

Silence danced for a minute.

« Are we supposed to know who you are? »

He snorted.

« I'm the first consultant detective in the world. Enough with the dumb questions, who are you? And you should stop looking at her with dewy eyes, it's far obvious she returns your feelings », he pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

You blushed and blinked again, a little longer.

You shook your head and tried to reason yourself when the same voice echoed in the room, a bit more hoarse, however.