All Endings Are Also Beginnings. We Just Dont Know It At The Time.

“All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.”

— Mitch Albom

does anyone want to talk about palmerstrange with me?? I want to talk about palmerstrange. im having the biggest palmerstrange brain rot rn

No Other Way [Request] || Doctor Strange x BlackWidow!Reader

Word count: 2.8K WARNINGS: Angst. Unrequited Love. Character D**th. References: DS:MoM/Vormir (Endgame) [Request]: Dedicated to @romanvffa <3 A/N: Sorry it took so long, love. Tumblr had to fix my account. ***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else*** + GIF DOES NOT belong to me. All Credits to the creator.

Stephen fell to the ground after attempting to dream walk into his variant's corpse in your original reality, however he failed miserably. You stood vigilant with the Brazier of Bom'Galiath in one hand and a candle in the other. You began to worry for him internally as he seemed to be experiencing an episode that resembled a seizure. Since Christine was already caring for him, you felt some kind of relief. She was a doctor after all, she should know how to deal with people having fits.

"Come on Stephen, fight them. You are Doctor Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, show them what you can do. " Christine gave him a little encouragement while wiping away the sweat that was dripping down the side of his head.

This Christine acted like she hated Stephen, but now she’s acting like his stupid girlfriend. Your facial muscles formed a scowl. If it were possible, your eyes would be rolling 360 degrees—You and Stephen always got along well, you share the same humour and make a great team together. At one point you thought he’d notice that there was some chemistry between you, but you thought wrong. The imagination of wanting to push Christine out the window entertained your thoughts– you wanted to be in her position right now.

If you were being absolutely honest with yourself, you'd label the awful emotion that you were experiencing, as jealousy. "Doctor Palmer, please bring him back. I really don't want to remain here forever as a third wheel," you pleaded, making it sound like a joke with just a little bit of sincerity.

"I'm trying (Y/N)—"Stephen shot up with the loudest gasp, like he could finally breathe after being suffocated. 

Both of you jumped when he snapped out of his seizures, and you watched them from the outside of the ritual circle. You saw how Christine was trying to comfort him, and you also witnessed how he responded to that: he held Christine as if she were the one who gave him his strength. Your instincts were telling you that you should go check on him as well, but you knew that it would mean nothing since he only sees you as a friend or sidekick on this journey.

You heard the sounds of crackling noises before you could even open your lips to speak, the ones you've heard in the past when America mistakenly opens her star portals, "Uh Strange, do you hear what I'm hearing?" You looked around the god-forsaken haunted house in an effort to find the location of the portal that would open up.

"Yeah… I am." Stephen stood up from the ground, holding Palmer up with him while he also tried to focus his hearing on the crackles in space. 

"You might want to take that thing." You suggested and pointed at the Darkhold using the candle. Stephen stooped down to grab the book and shut it with one hand, he extended his arms out towards you, wanting to hand the book over.

"It might be safer with you, if it's The Scarlet Witch coming for us, I'm sure she'll look for it on me first." Stephen said and entrusted the book to your protection. You approached the circle of candles with some reluctance and then cautiously grabbed the book. You decided it was best to go back out since being so close to him while Palmer was there made you feel awkward.

Stephen turned to Christine, "Just in case anything bad happens after this, I better tell you this now…" 

Christine did not speak a single word, and instead just gazed eagerly at the man. When you heard that Stephen was ready to confess something, your ears perked up, and you could tell from a mile away that it was his affection for her. 

During the whole of your trip with him and in America, the topic of Christine and everything related to her continually came up. Now, you had a front-row, VIP seat to witness this couple finally understand one another, only to have their relationship disintegrate once again because the laws of the universe dictated it. You didn’t know why you felt a sense of relief that they could never be together. You made it seem as if you were pacing about and looking at antiquities that had no significance to you because what he had to say to her was so upsetting that you didn't even want to listen to it. 

"I love you…. I love you in every universe," Stephen's eyes wandered to Palmer's visage, like he was printing it in his photographic memory, "And it's not that I don't want to care for someone to have someone care for me, it's just….I get scared." 

You gave Stephen a sidelong glance; oh, how you wished those eyes would look at you like that; you wondered what it would be like to have the warmth of his hands against your skin; you were certain that he would be able to break down the barriers that you had constructed around yourself; you had no doubts about his ability to do so. However, this admission made you feel as if someone had ripped your heart out of your chest, trampled on it, and then ground it up in a grinder. You knew this would leave you with an ugly scar. You’ve never felt so out of place and rejected in your entire life. You see now that you will never be able to fill that space in his heart because no matter how much you try, you aren’t Christine; she’s got everything that you don’t have so how could you ever compete with that? You probably just imagined or misinterpreted the look in his eyes when he got worried about you after being injured by the witch. 

"Face your fears, Doctor Strange.” You heard her say, while she placed her hand against his cheek, which he leaned against. They were too busy being disgustingly lovey-dovey that they didn’t notice the Star portal open up,

You cleared your throat to remind them of your presence, “Sorry to be the cockblocker but the portal?” 

“Right…” Stephen furrowed his brows at you, his expression looking almost worried, “(Y/N), you may want to put that down.” 

You looked at him confused, “What?” Stephen’s eyes stared pointedly at the axe of Angarrumus that you obliviously now held tightly in your hand. You looked down and chucked the blade away from you, “I don’t remember... grabbing that—anyway, we have to go.” You set the volts on your widow bite to its most lethal and highest limit of 350,000 volts of electricity. You’ve witnessed how powerful she's become and what she’s capable of. You have no choice but to be equally brutal, even if shooting her with this amount of electricity means permanent nerve damage or even death.

You all jumped out of the portal that  America subconsciously opened out of fear as Wanda began to drain her powers. Without saying a word, you aimed at her thigh and shot her with that lethal amount of electricity. In almost an instant, her body went rigid as the electricity passed through her body.

Wong emerged from the entryway of the temple and was relieved to see that all of you were there in one piece.

“Wong, I could use some help restraining the witch. I don't think I can hold her off myself.” Stephen asks and, along with Wong, uses the spell to call for the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak to tie The Scarlet Witch up as she fights off the pain and muscle spasms caused by your bite. 

“You guys try your best to keep her at bay. We need to get the kid out of here first,” America fell on the sacrificial table, too weak to get up, so ran to her aid, “America, we’re here. We’re going to get you out—let’s go.” You patted her cheek to orient her a bit more.

“(Y/N)? How did you get here?” The kid asked weakly as her eyes fluttered open.

“Because of you, love. You opened the portal for us, you got us here. You may not realise it but all this time, it’s always been you. You got us exactly where we needed to go. You’ve got more control over your powers than you think, you just need to trust it and trust yourself”— You smiled at her lovingly and wiped the blood dripping out from her brows.

You and America came under Wanda's intense scrutiny as she wrung some power out of the knowledge that you had angered her. As she struggled to free herself from her confinement, she secretly energised her abilities, which resulted in an outburst of chaos magic. Stephen, Wong, and Christine were flung in the direction of the wall as the rush of force shoved their bodies aside.

You used your body to shield America as both of you got blown away by the energy. Wanda tilted her head, teeth grinding as she assessed the situation and chuckled, “Do you really think your little electric device would stop me?” She mocked, her accent becoming more audible. 

The darkhold landed on the opposite side of the temple, close to where Christine was. You engaged in direct eye contact with her and then subtly signalling her to remain completely still by placing your finger on your upper lip.

“Stay down.” You whispered to America. You groaned while you got up to face Wanda, “No, but it was worth a try. I never got to use its limits and you were the perfect guinea pig.”

“You’re going to regret that.” Wanda's hands started to glow with a chaotic energy as she began to channel it.

“Wanda, look around, you’re destroying yourself! Do you think Vision will be proud of what you’ve become?” You tried to reason with her but instead she hurled the ball of energy towards you. 

To deflect the assault away from you and back towards Wanda, Wong lent Stephen his sling ring, which Stephen then used to create a portal in front of you. She was flung about in the air by her own abilities, and this time she directed her attention on Stephen and Wong who were prepared to battle her together.

"Destroy herself?" Christine mumbled to herself as she tried to put the pieces together. While the masters of magic were fighting each other, Christine saw one of Wong's daggers near the sacrificial table and quickly made her way towards it while ducking and dodging.

While you were assisting the kid to stand, you saw Christine make a move to shatter the darkhold. During that brief moment, you noticed Stephen looking at Christine with wide eyes as he realised what she was going to do. You had no choice but to remove her from the vicinity of that book; attempting to destroy anything of such immense power rarely ends well.

‘He really can’t live without her huh?’ You reflected for a moment, then made the necessary adjustments to the voltage of your weapon, and then you blasted Christine away from the book. You released America, but she grabbed hold of you before you could get away from her.

“(Y/N)! Where are you going?” She tightened her grip on your arm, and with moistened eyes you smiled at her.

“I need to take care of the Darkhold America.” You ripped her hands away from your arm, “It’s going to be okay. I trust the strength that’s in you. Make sure everyone gets home safely okay?” While walking backwards, you pointed your hook at the book and pulled it towards you. Then, as you passed Christine, who was recovering from your bite, you ducked down and grabbed the dagger. In the past, Stephen has always been the one to protect others, and now you've decided to do the same by demolishing Mount Wundagore to protect him.

While he and Wong fought to keep Wanda under control, Stephen spotted you make your way towards the cliff of the temple while carrying the darkhold in your arms. As you sprang into the air and whirled your body around while hurling the book towards the stratosphere, the Scarlet Witch let out a horrifying scream that caused your blood to rush to your head. You used the last of your might to launch the dagger at the book, which resulted in a catastrophic explosion that was felt all the way up Mount Wundagore. 

If Christine had ripped the book to shreds right then and there, things may have turned out worse for everyone else. The mountain grumbled, which was a sign that there was only a limited amount of time left before it collapsed completely on top of itself. 

While running to you, Stephen tossed his cloak in your direction; however, a rock that had fallen from the ceiling caught the cloak and held it in place. You succumbed to your destiny by closing your eyes, a single tear escaping the inner corner of your eye when suddenly, you felt Stephen's tight hold around your wrist. 

You gasped and looked up at him, “Stephen, let me go, they need you.”

Stephen turned around and saw that Wong was having trouble and said, "What about you?!" While he was attempting to pull you up, he yelled at you, "(Y/N), take my hand god damn it!" His veins on his forehead were bulging. “Don’t—”

You studied Stephen’s features and felt lucky that his face was the last face you’ll see, “It’s okay. I’ve done my part,” You smiled at him reassuringly as you felt your body stiffening, you were slowly turning into rock as the consequence of destroying the darkhold, “You can’t save me either way Stephen.” 

You raised your other hand to show Stephen that it was beginning to turn grey and you passed him a little note, “You couldn’t think of another way?” Stephen asked, clearly frustrated with you for acting so impulsively.

“There is no other way.” You chuckled and repeated his catchphrase as his tears fell into your cheeks. You tilted your head to peer over his shoulder and saw that the mountain was beginning to crumble. You forced your feet up against the rock face, which prompted Stephen to release his grip on your wrist. While you were turning into stone, he yelled your name many times as you descended farther into the abyss.

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It had been a few weeks after the battle at Wundagore, and here he was standing in front of your gravestone leaving a tiny arrangement of flowers for you. He felt the gentle caress of the cold wind on his face, and in his mind, he believed that it was you greeting him. He was holding the folded up paper in his hands, but up until this point he hadn't had the bravery to read it. Stephen took it out of his pocket and with trembling hands he opened it and began to read. Dear Stephen, I don't know how to approach you or say this to your face so I choose to write it instead. The path that led us to friendship was not exactly the traditional one, but it turned out to be successful for us. I know that no matter what, you will support me. That is one of the reasons I believe I am beginning to develop feelings for you. I am aware that you do not have the time for a relationship at the moment, and I also understand that you may be afraid about making a commitment. However, I am patient. No matter what our relationship is like, you can count on me to stand by your side. Never before in my life have I felt such a strong connection to another person. It makes my day whenever we get to chat or even just hang out together. I am also aware that it is not easy to tell another person that you do not love them in the same way that they love you. So I ask you to please, do not ever be scared to speak your mind openly to me. I will always be your friend, regardless of what you feel about me. You should know I'll be patiently waiting for you. I don't need expensive presents or your undivided attention. To know you care is all I need, and I have no doubt you do. I appreciate all of your hugs and words of encouragement, and I just wanted to say "thank you" for all of it. In the time I've known you, I've come to love you as a friend, and I want to love you much more than that. Sincerely Yours, (Y/N).

He now understood why you always stood up for him and got angry whenever someone said something bad about him. It was finally clear why you got upset with him every time he took up a dangerous mission without asking for your help, it was clear why you gave him any time of your day whenever he needed an ear to listen.

Stephen found himself sobbing at the letter as he read it, he found himself on his knees in front of your gravestone, apologising, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

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relationship status: single and happy (secretly dating with stephen strange)

favourite food: i love pizza!!😤❤️

song stuck in my head: until i found you by stephen sanchez

last thing i googled: strawberry cheesecake recipe

time: 23.27

dream trip: switzerland!! my dream place to go

something i want: doctor strange and black widow funko POP

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relationship status: not interested in dating

favourite food: too many dishes to list out… I do love pasta with garlic and oil tho

song stuck in my head: I need a hero (since I just heard it in a video)

last thing i googled: brie honey nut (because that’s a thing you can bake together apparently?)

time: 9:34

dream trip: see the aurora borealis, in finland

something i want: the spoons to actually work on my fic WIPs