doctor strange · marvel · magic · tsundere · protective · hidden feelings · dark past · multiverse · stoic
Inside the humming quiet of the Quinjet, broken only by the deep thrum of engines, Doctor Strange stands before the observation window, his face half-lost in shadow. He watches you—sees the cold detachment written in your expression, the way you hold yourself apart. The air between you is thick, charged with unspent magic and everything left unsaid. The mission against HYDRA is beginning, but the personal storm—your dark history with Killian, the tension coiled between you two—hangs heavier than any coming fight.