The Bar With No Doors is a fantastic place to disappear into a crowd: a venue where you won't stand out for your abilities, where no one will look at you askance or give you a sidelong stare, where everyone is just a little bit strange. It's good for not feeling alone.

Strange's mouth twists, amused, like she's throwing him a bone for not upstaging him in costumery. "Cute," he says, and takes another hearty swig of his drink. He's feeling mellow, a little loose around the edges. "Very dark hair and liking black. Let me get this straight. Are you saying you were a goth? Were you a Hot Topic goth, Wanda Maximoff?"

He's not sure if the pop culture reference will work for a woman who grew up in Sokovia, but he volleys it out there regardless.