(CLOSED) / disney's phantom manor

[rehandle]

Who: Stephen Strange (rehandle), Avengers of all flavours, and any future special guest stars.
What: Stephen adopts some multiversal strays
When: July onward
Where: Dr. Strange's Home For Peculiar Adults (his house in Sunset Falls & related adventures)
Content Warnings: will uh. will update as needed. likely to get messy in here with talk of character death at a minimum





[ On Will-o'-the-Wisp Walk, a beautiful old manor house stands at the end of a grand driveway in grounds lush, green and weeping with willows. At first glance it might look like a perfectly ordinary Sunset Falls home, but a quick Google will cite it as the present residence of one Dr. Stephen Strange, who stands guard over the basement-bound dimension that started spiriting away Sunset Falls residents that one time.

For the most part, excluding the months when the yard played host to a massive space ship whose outline still marks the lawn, all's been quiet up at the house since the basement incident.

Not so come July. With the latest Confluence arrive a slew of new faces, and the usual tranquil unease of one Sunset Falls street is unlikely to stay tranquil for long... ]


[ (If you've ever been to Disneyland, no you haven't, and you've never seen this house before in your life.) ]

Comments

[ingeniar]

[ He sees the evasion for what it is but doesn't press it. There had been a time when he wouldn't let her go so easily, but these days he understands what it's liked to be tired and out of ideas and still trying to pick yourself up to keep going. So he lets her have it. Doesn't even protest her question, though his lips thin out slightly as he reacts to the idea of being recruited to anything. ]

The time heist? [ Tony raises his eyebrows. ]

Yeah, who came up with that? The name, not the idea. Though they're both pretty nuts.

[redhourglass]

Pretty sure that was a Scott Lang original.

( it’s a mark of how all of this has changed them, the way that his lips purse but he doesn’t call her on the mis-step. he’d been like that at the house he shared with pepper too. angry that they’d come, but anger shaped like a scalpel rather than a spray of machine gun fire. and underneath that? a kind of peace she’d never seen in him before.

the peace was what drew a question, for her — had they really done the right thing, bringing him back? )

He showed up at the gates of HQ, for a second we thought that — ( she won’t forget the sickly feeling of joy that had leapt in her throat, her entire body thrumming until it became clear that scott hadn’t been spared, he’d been lost and that was different. ) I didn’t want to bring you in until we thought there was a real chance.

( an impossible one, as he’d pointed out at the time. she picks her way towards the table, runs her fingers over a piece of metal because it gives her something to do other than avoid his eyes. )