“Mmm. Touché.”

- the right fit for your abilities, then perhaps one-on-one training with myself will be more effective.”

Doctor Strange paused, running through a seemingly infinite list of scenarios in his mind.

“Time will tell,” he added under his breath.

- forehead.

“I need to fix this. The pull is still present. We will go to Kamar-Taj… tomorrow. First, we need to rest. This has been a rather exhausting conversation.”

Grumbling, Stephen released his hold of Christine and turned away.

“If Kamar-Taj proves not to be -

- second thoughts about what steps to take next and whether having her train amongst sorcerers who were farther along was the correct answer.

“Wong is a brilliant teacher, but if you share that I said that aloud, I’m leaving you there.”

With a sigh, Stephen reluctantly nodded and rubbed his -

“The Kamar-Taj,” Stephen repeated as he followed Christine’s gaze toward the window.

“I’m not convinced you’re ready for that, nor do I think you know what you’re signing up for.”

The sorcerer understood that Christine was curious as well as excited. However, he was having -

- stand by my side on the battle field. Until then, we practice. From what I just witnessed, you have greater control than you believe yourself to have.”

- a few steps toward his wife.

“And for the record, everything that I do is to protect you. I rather throw myself into the fire than risk your safety.”

Reaching forward, Strange placed his palms on the backs of Christine’s hands and peered down.

“Maybe one day you can -

- defend himself, he was instead encircled by a trail of flames that vanished before his very eyes.

Strange’s blue gaze shifted to Christine who appeared to be rather impressed with herself—as she had every right to be.

“I’d say about a 95%. That’s being generous.”

Standing tall, he took -

- of the game. He was at fault for failing to expect any less.

Not only did his wife successfully recount the moments when her anger reached its highest, but as she did so, she managed to maintain control and manipulate her abilities in the process.

Although the sorcerer was prepared to -

Stephen was under the impression that this lesson was going to last longer than it had. Granted, at the end of the lesson he expected to either be a pile of ash or landing flat on his ass and calling it a day. On the contrary, in Dr. Christine Palmer fashion, his ‘student’ proved to be miles ahead -

“Teleport me away. Most definitely. Teleport me away and I will show you how much I love you. I will make certain that you remember I am the only ‘variant’ in this godforsaken universe who can leave an impact the way that I do. We can do something romantic after the fact.”

whatever fate throws at us, know that my heart belongs to you. Always.

Now, are we doing something romantic tonight, or do I need to teleport you away from whatever mystical crisis you're tangled up in this time?"

"Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. Even across dimensions, through time loops and incantations, you are always my Stephen. I love you more than words, or even magic, can express. Wherever we are, >