"It's done?" Steve asked after a moment, eyeing the black screen.
"That was awesome!" Shuri grinned.
Peter jumped to his feet and started clapping. After about thirty seconds of him applauding he noticed no one else was clapping and quickly sat back down in his seat.
"You died." Nat said slowly, looking at Stephen. "Like, a lot. For strangers."
"Yeah." Stephen shrugged, not sure how to reply.
"Remind me never to try to make a deal with you." Tony joked.
"Why didn't you do that time loop thing when we were fighting Thanos?" Peter asked. "We all could have just fought him again and again."
"Because, I looked forward in time to all possible outcomes." Stephen said. "There was a one in fourteen mill-"
"Yeah, we get it. Magic-Science-Numbers-Blah Blah Blah." Clint rolled his eyes. Natasha flicked him on the side of his head.
"Hang on!" Tony said and pointed to the television. "I think there's more."
A bright spark lit up the screen. Someone was working with power tools in a garage.
A figure in a hood walked through it, pausing before the man.
"Oh no." Wong sighed.
"What's wrong, Wong?" Stephen asked, ignoring Peter who giggled and whispered 'that rhymed'.
"There's something you dont know..." Wong said slowly, like he was measuring each word carefully.
"What dont I know?" Stephen asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Well, you see-"
"No spoilers." Clint sang. They all turned their attention back to the screen.
"Can I help you?" The man asked.
"They carried you into Kamar-Taj on a stretcher." The hooded figure said. He pulled off his hood to reveal Mordo. "Look at you now. Pangborn."
Everyone looked at the t.v. confused.
"Mordo?" Stephen asked and tilted his head.
"Mordo. So, what can I do for you? Man!"
"You been away many months now and I heard a revelation. The true purpose of a sorcerer is to twist things out of there proper shape. Stealing power, providing nature... like you."
"I stolen nothing. This is my power. Mine."
"Power... has a purpose."
Mordo thrust out his hand. As he did so, a glowing orange mist came out of Pangborn and hovered in Mordos hand. Pangborn fell to the ground. Without his magic, his paralysis had returned.
"Why you doing this?" Pangborn gasped.
"Because I see it long last was wrong with the world." Mordo leaned down. "Too many sorcerers."
"WHAT?!" Clint gasped.
Everyone exchanged confused glances and whispers, except for Stephen, who sat there with a bewildered and offended look on his face.
"Wong?" Stephen said after a few minutes of shocked silence. Wong sighed.
"Mordo has attacked a few sorcerers in the past year." Wong said with a shake of his head. "However, he relented when a small group fought back. He hasn't been heard from since."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Stephen asked.
"Because. You are a sanctum guardian. It was not your concern."
"None of my concern? It's Mordo, Wong! Our friend!" Stephen snapped.
"He is not a friend anymore. Besides, you are too close to be involved in this." Wong replied.
"Great. Just great." Steph sighed and tossed his hands into the air.
Everyone was silent for a few minutes. Wong and Stephen glared at each other the entire time. Needless to say, it was really awkward.
"So... We can go, right?" T'Challa said after a few minutes, breaking the tension in the room.
"Brother." Shuri scolded.
"I was just asking a question." He shrugged.
"A stupid question!"
"Hey-"
"I hate to interrupt." Loki drawled. His expression said that he did not care that he was interrupting; In fact, he was probably happy to be cutting them off. "But there's another box." He said and waved his hand towards the coffee table.
There was another small container sitting next to the one that hand held the disc. It looked exactly like the first one, except that it was orange with a thin white stripe going along the side.
"Shuri leaned over and set in in her lap with a puzzled expression on her face. She opened the top with a creak, and peered inside.
"There's another note." Shuri said. "And another disk."
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