It is better that Steve Rogers has been all too busy with the turning tides of the every day world, trying desperately to help guide citizens returned to a life after five years of absence. There is no explaining it away - not even Steve fully understands the mechanics of the Snap, but he doesn't need to.

He can feel the hurt and loss steeped in the world around him by simply existing in it. A tired, old soldier on a different battlefield.

The Sanctum, as it's called, is a curiously elegant space - and though Steve himself isn't inherently magical, he does get the feeling that something about this place feels different. But of course it does - no one Steve knows is without some kind of gift or talent, and the man coming into view at the top of the stairs is no different. Either way, Steve looks around for a moment, surprised to hear the door click shut behind him.

"Doctor."

There's a nod of recognition, the barest glimmer of amusement behind his eyes. "I had no trouble at all. You gave me the address, I walked up, and the door was open. What do you mean by hide?"

He doesn't really have to ask the question, but it fills the air as he starts toward the stairs. A pot of tea shared in a magical, mysterious mansion with a magical and mysterious man should be odd beyond belief to the average person. Steve doesn't bat an eye.

It's strange meeting up after everything. Nothing feels the same. - All things he wants to say, but the familiarity isn't there. He shakes the eerie feeling that they should be busying themselves with something more urgent than tea and talks. He'll shake the feeling one day.

"Thanks for having me. This is where you live?"

He's afraid to say that it almost looks understated for a man named Doctor Strange - but he is his mother's son, and politely keeps his mouth shut.