Everett Ross was meeting with Dr. StevenStrange at a restaurant to talk about the Sokovia Accords. Dr. Strange was strongly against it. At least he wasn't fighting a war about it.
""Hello, Steven," Ross said, knowing Strange hated people calling him that.
"Hello, Ross," Strange replied. They sat down at a table and argued about it quietly. Then, a certain black widow walked in. She looked at him, shocked. Sherlock walked in after him and stared at John.
"John?" He asked at the same time Natasha said,
"Ross?"
Strange looked at him.
"You know these people, Ross?" He asked. Suddenly, a few diners near by pulled out gunsand pointed them at Natasha and Sherlock.
"Put your hands up!" They demanded. "You're under arrest by the order of Everett Ross." Natasha glared at him while Sherlock stood there, completely calm and not at all concerned that people were pointing guns at him.
"By my order?" Ross said. "I don't remember giving this order. Oh wait, because I didn't. Put your guns down and go, or else you'll be fired by tomorrow." They reluctantly put away their guns and walked over to the door and left. As soon as they left,
Ross dropped the act.
"Oh my god," he said, using his normal accent. "Sherlock, what the hell are you doing here?"
Natasha and Strange looked at him questioningly, but John ignored them.
"You left your jacket at home," Sherlock said. John threw his hands up in exasperation.
"You do realize that we live in London, right?"
"Yes."
"So you flew on a plane all the wayto New York just to given me my jacket."
"No. Why would I do that? I came here to tell you about the jacket. I didn't actually bring it."
John buried his face in his hands. Strange looked faintly amused.
"Yeah, well, you're going to buy a ticket to the nextplane home," John said. "You're going to go straight back to bakerstreet and solve cases for Lestrade. Got that?"
With that, John strode out, grabbing Sherlock'scoat and dragging him along as well. Natasha and Strange followed them. When they got out, John sighed but chuckled a bit. Sherlock laughed a bit as well.
"You know, this strangely reminds me of that time you wore your bedsheets to the queen's palace," John said. Sherlock laughed a bit harder. John pulled him close and kissed him. Strange and Natasha's eyebrows shot up in surprise as they watched the two
swap spit.
"Ross, you actually managed to get a boyfriend?" Natasha asked. The two broke apart, just remembering they were there.
"John, why are they calling you Ross?" Sherlock asked accusingly, though he already knew what was going on.
"Well, you know already, don't you?" John asked.
Sherlock gave a low chuckle. Strange made the connection and stopped dead in his tracks.
"That's why you look familiar," he said. "You look just like me." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"You only realized that now?" He asked. Strange nodded a bit sheepishly.
"So, what the story between you guys?" Natasha asked.
"Well, I had just returned from the war..."