Doctor Strange - "I've come to bargain" ~ The Lemisis

Doctor Strange stood in the tranquil courtyard of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the golden glow of the afternoon sun warming the ancient stones. The Helicarrier passed silently high above, while Avengers Mansion had sent word of a quiet gathering. Quincarrier hovered nearby, its systems humming in peaceful standby.

Wong moved gracefully through a series of forms, offering a small nod of greeting. Maria Hill leaned against a pillar, smiling as she watched the group. Beast sat on a low bench, happily discussing arcane mathematics with Cyclops, who listened with relaxed interest, visor off for once. Giant-Man had shrunk down to normal size and was chatting with Ironheart, who tinkered with a small device. Phoenix floated nearby, her presence calm and radiant, while White Tiger stretched lazily in the sun. Wonder Man stood with his arms crossed, laughing at one of Beast’s jokes.

Strange felt a deep sense of ease. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting Spiritual Meditation center him. Mystical Studies had taught him patience, and Master of the Mystic Arts reminded him of the balance he now embraced. Protective Ward shimmered faintly around the courtyard, a gentle shield rather than a barrier of war.

Summoning Spell brought a soft breeze as Winds of Watoomb stirred the leaves. Crimson Bands of Cyttorak lay dormant, unnecessary today. Images of Ikonn flickered briefly as illusions of colorful butterflies danced for Moon Girl’s amusement. Seven Rings of Raggadorr and Vapors of Valtorr remained quiet, their power held in reserve.

The Eye of Agamotto rested lightly on his chest, its light soft and steady. The Sorcerer Supreme title felt less like a burden and more like a quiet responsibility. Cloak of Levitation draped comfortably over his shoulders, gently adjusting itself.

Get Ready was replaced by easy conversation. Magic Blast became harmless sparks of light for the group’s entertainment. Strength in Diversity wove through every voice and laugh—each hero bringing their own unique spark. The Power of Leadership and The Power in All of Us flowed naturally among them. Energy, Genius, and Strength were shared freely in stories and ideas. Enhanced Physique kept everyone comfortable and strong. Rapid Response ensured no one felt left out.

"Avenge Me!" felt distant and unnecessary. Make the Call brought more friends drifting in. Call for Backup had become an invitation rather than a plea. Strange looked around at the gathered team—friends, allies, family in their own way—and felt a profound peace settle over him.

He smiled softly, the weight of endless battles finally lifted, and said: “I’ve come to bargain.”

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