There's only the slightest pause for a second, a tilt of his head. "I'm bitter about it," Strange says frankly, while he keeps working and multitasking.
This one isn't like the slippery, all-encompassing spell he'd tried for Peter Parker. The portals were the very first bit of magic Strange had ever learned, and the most commonly-used throughout his everyday existence. (Almost to the point of exploitation: such a banal application of magic, using it to grab a snack from the fridge when you were simply too lazy to get off the couch, or popping your head through a portal to pass a message to a startled disciple who shrieked and accidentally dropped the vase they'd been carrying— oops.)
By this point, Strange could do portals in his sleep. So he finishes creating the dimensional gateway, and they can both see through it into a darkened vestibule, an entrance hallway leading towards a bar which, quite literally, has no doors to the outside world. It sits in its own closed-off corner of a dimension, requiring magic to access and to enter.
Then he turns and looks at Wanda, and considers her question more thoroughly. The admission comes delicately. It's not a bit of humility he wants to say to Wong's face, but he can safely say it here to someone else.
"Between you and me, though? Wong's been at this longer than I have — he's more experienced, he was in training at Kamar-Taj long before I arrived, and then he held up the mantle while I was blipped. He inherited it on a technicality, but I inherited it in a crisis. There's not supposed to be room for ego when it comes to the defense of the multiverse. So I like to think we're partners. Co-Sorcerers Supreme." A contemplative pause. "Although maybe I just tell myself that to feel better about losing it."
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This one isn't like the slippery, all-encompassing spell he'd tried for Peter Parker. The portals were the very first bit of magic Strange had ever learned, and the most commonly-used throughout his everyday existence. (Almost to the point of exploitation: such a banal application of magic, using it to grab a snack from the fridge when you were simply too lazy to get off the couch, or popping your head through a portal to pass a message to a startled disciple who shrieked and accidentally dropped the vase they'd been carrying— oops.)
By this point, Strange could do portals in his sleep. So he finishes creating the dimensional gateway, and they can both see through it into a darkened vestibule, an entrance hallway leading towards a bar which, quite literally, has no doors to the outside world. It sits in its own closed-off corner of a dimension, requiring magic to access and to enter.
Then he turns and looks at Wanda, and considers her question more thoroughly. The admission comes delicately. It's not a bit of humility he wants to say to Wong's face, but he can safely say it here to someone else.
"Between you and me, though? Wong's been at this longer than I have — he's more experienced, he was in training at Kamar-Taj long before I arrived, and then he held up the mantle while I was blipped. He inherited it on a technicality, but I inherited it in a crisis. There's not supposed to be room for ego when it comes to the defense of the multiverse. So I like to think we're partners. Co-Sorcerers Supreme." A contemplative pause. "Although maybe I just tell myself that to feel better about losing it."