Seeing your potential for magic, Doctor Strange had taken you in, teaching you and allowing you to stay in a spare room in his Sanctum Sanctorum.
You woke up suddenly from a nightmare, and try as you might, you couldn’t get back to sleep. Instead, you decided to head to the library to read, figuring either that would be productive or bore you back to sleep. As you stepped into the library, however, you saw Doctor Strange.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked. You shook your head. “Come join me.” He patted the seat next to him on the couch (since when was there a couch in here?) and you walked over. You sat down heavily next to him, not realizing at first that you were needlessly close to him. “Want to talk about it?” Strange asked,
“Just a nightmare,” you said, rubbing your face. “I dreamt that I lost control of my magic.”
“You know, if that were to happen, I wouldn’t let it hurt you,” Strange stated, looking down at you, trying to catch eye contact.
“I know,” you stated, looking up at him with a worried expression. “But you were the one that got hurt in my nightmare.”
Strange’s expression softened as he pulled you into a hug. You froze, not expecting a hug from your magic teacher. Though, after a moment, you hugged back, hoping it didn’t seem too awkward.
“I won’t let you accidentally hurt anyone,” Strange stated firmly. “That’s why you’re here - so I can teach you how to control your powers. You don’t have to worry about me, or bystanders, or yourself, alright?”
You nodded your head, before relaxing into Strange, your head on his shoulder and your arm still wrapped around him. “Thank you.”
“Of course. We all can use reminders sometimes that dreams aren’t real.” Strange rested his cheek on the top of your head, his arms loosely wrapped around you. “Think you want to try sleeping again?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind me doing so right here,” you commented, your eyelids getting heavy. “I’m comfy.”
Strange chuckled. “Sure,“ he stated. You watched him reach for a book, before finally letting your eyes close and drifting off to sleep