If he'd ever thought that the problems of Earth and the larger universe might calm down a bit after they defeated Thanos, Stephen had been sorely mistaken.
In the aftermath, the sorcerers had done what they could while still remaining a hidden order, helping with growing food and healing and repairing buildings. Many of the Avengers -- among which Stephen did not count himself -- had been far more visible in their efforts, working with diplomats to ease the tensions among the returning populace, or making televised speeches about unity. After that, after the world had started to return to some semblance of normality, Peter had had a crisis and Stephen had wound up accidentally breaking open the multiverse, and that had been bad enough. But then the Scarlet Witch had decided that killing a teenager was the best course of action, and the resulting romp across universes and meeting various versions of himself that had all done something atrocious and world-breaking with the best of intentions... had been tiring to say the least.
Now, Kamar-Taj is rebuilding, Stephen's got a big magical secret that he's been hiding from Wong's suspicious glowers, and there's a teenager that keeps texting him memes that are absolutely incomprehensible. And he'd almost forgotten that he'd invited Steve Rogers over.
Stephen is perhaps not a natural diplomat, but as Master of the New York Sanctum he accompanies Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, on his various meet-ups with sorcerers all over the universe. Thank god for translation spells. And while gallivanting all over the universe is all well and good, Stephen had wondered if he might try to extend some of that friendliness to the people here on Earth. Namely, a certain super soldier that had passed the shield on, and now... well, Stephen frankly has no idea what he's doing now. It seems wise to keeps tabs on him.
He's in the relic room when the Sanctum lets Steve in -- he is, in fact, a little early, but Stephen appreciates that in a person. He makes his way to the top of the stairs, a dusty book open in one hand, the Cloak tipping a corner of its collar in interest.
"Captain," he greets, pale gaze curious. Steve looks so different in civilian clothing. "Come on up. I've got a pot of tea with our name on it. Did you find the Sanctum okay? It likes to hide itself when its feeling mischevious."
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In the aftermath, the sorcerers had done what they could while still remaining a hidden order, helping with growing food and healing and repairing buildings. Many of the Avengers -- among which Stephen did not count himself -- had been far more visible in their efforts, working with diplomats to ease the tensions among the returning populace, or making televised speeches about unity. After that, after the world had started to return to some semblance of normality, Peter had had a crisis and Stephen had wound up accidentally breaking open the multiverse, and that had been bad enough. But then the Scarlet Witch had decided that killing a teenager was the best course of action, and the resulting romp across universes and meeting various versions of himself that had all done something atrocious and world-breaking with the best of intentions... had been tiring to say the least.
Now, Kamar-Taj is rebuilding, Stephen's got a big magical secret that he's been hiding from Wong's suspicious glowers, and there's a teenager that keeps texting him memes that are absolutely incomprehensible. And he'd almost forgotten that he'd invited Steve Rogers over.
Stephen is perhaps not a natural diplomat, but as Master of the New York Sanctum he accompanies Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, on his various meet-ups with sorcerers all over the universe. Thank god for translation spells. And while gallivanting all over the universe is all well and good, Stephen had wondered if he might try to extend some of that friendliness to the people here on Earth. Namely, a certain super soldier that had passed the shield on, and now... well, Stephen frankly has no idea what he's doing now. It seems wise to keeps tabs on him.
He's in the relic room when the Sanctum lets Steve in -- he is, in fact, a little early, but Stephen appreciates that in a person. He makes his way to the top of the stairs, a dusty book open in one hand, the Cloak tipping a corner of its collar in interest.
"Captain," he greets, pale gaze curious. Steve looks so different in civilian clothing. "Come on up. I've got a pot of tea with our name on it. Did you find the Sanctum okay? It likes to hide itself when its feeling mischevious."