Chapter 10 new friends, ancient friends

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Sunday

That afternoon, after returning to her house, the Stark Tower, she went out again to have an afternoon snack. After leaving the building, she threw up her hoody and plugged in her headphones, playing her favorite bands, the Scores, and AC/DC playlist, with a bounce in her step, she headed towards a new café down on main street.

When Ceci was taking her order after a 20-minute wait, "that will be $7.99 total," said the cashier.

Ceci reached for her wallet in her back pockets, but there was nothing there. She smiled awkwardly at the cashier, "umm… wait a moment please."

Her wallet was nowhere to be found, she could not use her name to purchase, because, you know, she is Cecilia Stark, a Stark. And she was not about to give up on her food after such a long wait.

The people in line were starting to get annoyed for her hold up of the row.

"Here's $10," a man handed the cashier next to her. She looked up to see a man around the age of mid 20s, he had a professional look, the same cocky feel that she got from her dad; however, he was not looking at her, he was given the change and he looked down at her, not illustrating her height as short, but he was quite tall.

"Don't need to thank me." He said as he smirked at her.

Ceci did not give in to giving him satisfaction for his charity, she knew exactly how to handle cocky people.

"Thank you so much sir, but I could have handled the situation." She said, unamused.

"Oh, then I'll take your order instead." He said, "the name is Strange, Steven Strange."

"Fine, thank you, but I'll pay you back," Ceci was very stubborn, "my name is Cecilia Evans, Ceci for short. Do you wanna sit together, it's fateful that you helped me."
"Um… sure?" Ceci thought, he must be thinking I'm weird for bringing up fate and stuff.

They grabbed a table and sat down. Ceci observed the man, he had gray eyes, dark circles underneath, the hand that she just shook was firm, slender and soft, with callus, very clean nails, proves that he is either a student, or high class works man, plus the fact that he is wearing a casual suit and nicely polished shoes, however, he is at a café by himself proves that he is not a boss, he does not have a secretary. Ruling out the possibility of him working in an office.

"You must be quite well-paid," Ceci made her deduction.

He sipped from his coffee, "Why would you make that assumption?" eyeing her curiously.

"No stranger in New York would pay for someone they did not know and sit to talk with them for that long."

"True," he answered, "I thought it would be a good thing to do to celebrate by offering help. And I felt like it. Plus, you, a teenager, would not seem to be any-less paid than I do to come to this café that sells a cup of coffee for 7 dollars each. Though I might make a friend in the meantime."

"Well, what are you celebrating?" she asked, genuinely curious, "I might have a motive to celebrate with you too!"

She sounded so innocent, so sincere, that Steven Strange was willing to share his private life with her, which Christine, his girlfriend deemed impossible for a man like him to do, let alone a teenager.

"I just got promoted to a stationary neurosurgeon at New York Hospital. My career is starting to become steady."
"Congratulations Mr. Strange, or should I say, Dr. Strange, this is splendid." She said, "guess I know a neurosurgeon now?"

"I guess you do."

"Hey, why don't we exchange contact numbers so I can repay you later?"
"That won't be necessary," he said, "It's just coffee."

"Or maybe just for friend's sake?" she paused, "if you want a friend? "

"Okay then."

"If you ever need help, just call this number and say your name through it. Anything you want."

"And you too, for medical purposes." He thought about something before adding, "or anything, someone to talk to. I think I can make time for my little friend."

"Good luck on your career, Dr. Strange, keep in touch and I might make you one of my school projects. You should be honored by that."

"Yeah yeah! Off you go kid."

They waved goodbye and left on their own ways.

Later in her own room.

"Hon, add Steven Strange, Dr. Steven Strange into the family friends list, put him in FRI's system too. I owe him a favor."

"Of course. Miss Stark."

Ceci was going through her bag, she pulled out her camera, where she forced Sam to help Ned, Peter, and herself take pictures. She chose one and printed it out, turning to the back of the picture, she wrote, '2012, November 6, Yesterday, I went to Peter's house for a movie night with Ned, I met Uncle Ben and Aunt May, they were very sweet. We watched Star Wars and slept over. Today, we went to a museum and Peter was a bit sick. It was fun. Oh, I met Dr. Steven Strange today, I can't believe I forgot my wallet.'

After pinning her photo to her display board, she went to her closet to pick out an outfit that would be perfect for the field trip, one that could show her Stark superior genes, and possibly hide more weapons in. Like Steve's description of Nat, hide an arsenal in her gear.

"Hey sweetheart, how was your sleepover with teenage boys?" asked her dad, "did the boys do anything to you? Anything interesting happened?"

"Well, I found out Peter had asthma."

"Poor kid, just like cap-sicle when he was pre-serum."

"He tried to run after a thief,"

"Kid's got a good heart." He concluded, "Pep's got me to bring this to you, don't forget about it."
"My field-trip form!" she exclaimed, snatching it from her father's armor-clad hand.

"You're welcome." He muttered, "Oscorps, right? What are you going to wear tmr? We have to show off our Starkness!"

She pulled out a t-shirt with 'I love iron man' printed on top, "How about some flare?"

"I could do better," he smirked while pulling out a necklace, with "STARK" embroidered on it.

"A whole set, nice dad, very original." She mocked.

"be save tmr, we'll be going on a mission so no one can save your ass when we're out." He said.

"Dad, I'm very capable at saving myself." She said.

But Tony just waved with his back to her and left. "love you."

Ring…Ring…

"Video call from Michelle MJ, should I answer Miss Stark?"

"yep."

A screen popped up Infront of her and the face of MJ was to her, with a 1 to 1 proportion.

"Hey MJ!"

"Hey, Ceci! How was your day?"

They talked about their day, chatting about homework, projects, and stuff when Ceci suddenly shuddered and felt a tinge from her fingers spread all through her body.

MJ made a gasp, "Ceci!"
"What?" asked Ceci.
"Your eyes… They're glowing green!" she looked as though she was about to scream, "What in the world…"
Ceci turned to a mirror and soon enough, she saw her eyes growing green, she was starting to drain, feeling week, her fingers had a green glow, faint but glowing.

"MJ, it's alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" the call ended as she swiped her hand across the screen.

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" Tony was at her door, panting, evidently, he rushed down from the lab, he had gas stains on his shirt.

"It's happening again?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Dad, but I have somewhere to be later. Don't lock the door for me okay?"

"Be safe Sweetie."

Ceci took her sunglasses, got her gloves and hoody and took her bike with her. She biked towards Bleecker Street, through the doors of 177A. Through the door, she stood off her bike and into a large room, with a grand staircase. A man was standing in a defensive stance to her.

"Who enters the New York Sanctum?" the man said.

Ceci pulled off her hood, her green glow shone on the man and said with a hint of urgency, "Take me to the ancient one."

The man-made no response, he instead stepped forward.

Suddenly, a portal opened, "Who summons me?" the Sorcerer Supreme stepped in.

Her eyes landed on her, "Ah!" she turned to the man, "Leave us."
The tense atmosphere ringed until, "You did it again, didn't you?" Ceci said. Smiling at the woman. "Where is it?" she asked.

Ceci extended her arms, the necklace around the Ancient One's neck glowed and jerked towards her.

"Do you want me to take it off of you or you do it yourself?" she asked.

The Ancient One took the green stone out and held it out in her arms.

The green gem moved towards Ceci's summoning arms. "Every time you use the stone," she indicated to herself, "This happens."

"My deepest apologies, but it is my duty to protect this realm, our earth, by using it, I can detect threats."

"and each time, I freak someone out and become vulnerable. Every time someone manipulates these gems, I pay the prices."

"You are always welcome to stay at our place. Help us in the course of protecting this realm." She said.

"Thank you for the offer, this job is not for me." She answered, "If it were for me, you would have done much more persuading."

"I'll be leaving then; I just came to check if something was going to happen. And if I could help."
"It's fine,"
"Please remember to not use the gem during daytime, please? I have school." She said.

"I'll remember next time, as you know, I am old." She responded.

"Be safe."

"You too."