You took the last can of coke from the fridge and headed back to your room, ignoring whatever the doctor behind you was babbling about. Most likely himself.
"Anyway, enough about my rather majestic self. How are you, Miss S/N?” You had been right, no surprise there. Doctor Strange was lounging across the kitchen counter, blue eyes watching you intently. He looked like he was posing for a Playboy magazine in his tight blue tunic and red cape.
“I’m fine, thank you.” You nodded, stopping by the kitchen door. “Just working.”
“Is that all you do? Work?” Strange sat up straighter, his arse slipping from the breakfast bar as he stood up.
“Well that tends to happen when you’re just a mere mortal with no superpowers - you have to work to make money for important things like food and WiFi.” You opened the coke, taking a sip of it before licking the residue off of your lips.
Strange’s eyes flickered to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. “You can have fun too - go out with me tonight? Name the place and time and I’ll be there."
You shook your head, heading to the doorway. "I really should get going…”
“There you go again: walking away from me when I’m trying to have a decent conversation with you.” The Doctor sighed, his cape rippling behind him.
And here we go again you thought…. Doctor Strange or Stephen as he insisted you call him was trying his best to drive you crazy. You were sure of it. He must have known you had a crush on him ever since you blurted it to Tony Stark when you were drunk at a party. Surely someone had told Strange of your feelings only fuelling his already huge ego.
You turned on your heel, glaring at the Doctor in front of you. “What do you want me to say? We don’t get on at the best of times, snapping at each other and arguing - what makes you think going out would be a good idea? So I’ll ask again what do you want me to say, Strange?