Before he can think better of it, Strange bats back, warmly and unthinkingly: "Oh, of course he does. Who wouldn't?"
There's a few different ways one could take that statement: that it could be about the near-married-couple bickering between the two sorcerers, their comfortable well-worn dynamic, the way Strange finds ways to needle at his friend's temper. The Spotify war. Stephen Strange's general crotchety nature. So of course Wong would choose her over him.
Or maybe it's just about how eminently likeable Wanda Maximoff is.
He recovers quickly enough (she's essentially a widow, a grieving widow, Stephen—) and papers over that fondness before it can look like anything else. It's only about the Spotify playlists. Of course.
And so he adds, "I'll send him a message, although the duties of the Sorcerer Supreme keep him busy. Sometimes I think he just prefers the Hong Kong Sanctum. The building's fancier."
Readjusting the sling ring on his knuckles, he starts carving out a portal to transport them to the Bar With No Doors.
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There's a few different ways one could take that statement: that it could be about the near-married-couple bickering between the two sorcerers, their comfortable well-worn dynamic, the way Strange finds ways to needle at his friend's temper. The Spotify war. Stephen Strange's general crotchety nature. So of course Wong would choose her over him.
Or maybe it's just about how eminently likeable Wanda Maximoff is.
He recovers quickly enough (she's essentially a widow, a grieving widow, Stephen—) and papers over that fondness before it can look like anything else. It's only about the Spotify playlists. Of course.
And so he adds, "I'll send him a message, although the duties of the Sorcerer Supreme keep him busy. Sometimes I think he just prefers the Hong Kong Sanctum. The building's fancier."
Readjusting the sling ring on his knuckles, he starts carving out a portal to transport them to the Bar With No Doors.