THE TRIO FELL through what seemed to be an endless amount of different universes. Stephen and Y/N were the only ones conscious initially, and they screamed as they were flung through different portals.

America finally came to once they reached a universe where it was all water. They broke through a barrier and were thrown into an early 2000's New York before they broke another barrier and entered a futuristic city.

They crossed what seems to be hell, then a prehistoric universe, then a cartoon one. Y/N grabbed onto Strange's cloak, and the sentient outerwear was helpful enough to wrap itself around his hand. Stephen grabbed onto America as they crossed a cubic universe.

They went through a paint universe before tumbling through a 1930's New York, three other futuristic cities, and another hellscape before falling through the final portal.

They fell on their backs and caught their breaths after the trip. Y/N panted as he sat up. Strange glanced at each of them before focusing back on America.

"You okay?" He asked.

She caught her breath and looked back at the two heroes. "You saved me."

"We hope so." Stephen replied and got to his feet.

Y/N got up as well and helped the teenager up. They noticed they were on a rooftop and looked at the skyline of a different-looking New York.

"Surprised you didn't puke." She remarked.

"This isn't my first weird trip, kid." Strange said. "So this is New York in the multiver—"

Stephen suddenly had the urge to vomit. He gagged and ran over to the side to throw up.

"There it is." America muttered.

Y/N let out a quick chuckle. "I'm fine. This isn't the first time I fell through a portal."

"Agh...crap." Stephen breathed out after he finished. His cloak helped him wipe a drop of saliva from his mouth but the man didn't like that. "Cut it out."

He took off the cloak and checked it. "Only a couple of scuffs. You're fine. That blast would've done some damage if it wasn't for our ghostly friend."

The cloak left his hands and flew at Y/N. It put itself on him as a form of hug and went back to Stephen after a few seconds.

"You're welcome, Mister Cloak." He said. "Or Miss...I'm not sure."

"All right, America." Stephen began. "You gotta open a portal to get us back there right now."

"Well...I don't know how."

"You just did it."

"Not on purpose."

"Wong is back there alone with Wanda and we're the only hope he has!"

"I can't control my powers!"

"You must be able to control it somehow! Even I can–"

Stephen stopped himself. His outburst mirrored the thought process of his variant Chavez previously encountered. He stared at the teenager for a moment before glancing at Y/N, who had his arm extended in case the man wanted to step up to America.

"Sorry." He apologized sincerely.

Y/N looked at America. "What about this universe's version of you? Maybe she can control it?"

"This universe doesn't have a me."

"What?" Strange asked.

"None of them do."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I looked. And...because I never dream."

Y/N looked down. Strange sighed and shook his head.

"It's okay, kid." He reassured the teenager. "Even if you can bring us back there...we have no chance against Wanda."

"What about the Book of Vashanti?" America asked.

"The Book of Vawhatee?" Y/N questioned.

Strange looked at Y/N. "It's a book that can grant the user the power they need to vanquish evil."

"The other Stephen thought it could be used to stop whoever was after me." America added.

"Well, good for other me. He's not here is he?" Stephen scoffed. "And I don't know where it is...so unless there's another other me..."

They stopped. America's eyes widened as the two realized at the same time what they need to do. Y/N took maybe a second longer to understand, but he did nonetheless.

He looked at Strange. "So that means we need to go find–"

"Other other me." Stephen finished.

Y/N, America, and Stephen walked out of an alley and onto the sidewalk. People wearing grays and blacks held umbrellas as they walked. Stephen looked around in awe. The buildings were sleek and covered in foliage. A waterfall even came down from the Empire State Building.

He was about to cross the street, but America pulled him back to the sidewalk before a car could hit him. Stephen composed himself and looked at the streetlight.

"We go on red?" He asked.

"Rule number one of multiversal travel: you don't know anything." America replied.

"Right."

They waited for a few seconds before the light switched from green to red. Y/N was the first to step forward.

"It's red."

They crossed the street. The sorcerer and the hero looked out of place in the crowd of people thanks to Strange's colorful attire and the glowing sections of Y/N's suit.

"So, kid, what's rule number two?" Y/N asked, but looked over to see America gone.

"Stephen?" He nudged the older man. Strange also noticed and looked around for the girl.

"America?" He called out. "America?"

A hand grabbed onto his arm and he looked over to see her back. The two men were relieved.

"Rule number two." She began and held up a bowl of what looked like balls of pizza. "Find food. Preferably pizza. Pizza balls!"

They continued walking.

"How did you pay for that?" Y/N asked. "Do other earths accept cash and PayPal and stuff?"

"It was free. Food's free in most universes, actually. It's weird you have to pay for it." She answered.

Suddenly, someone called out to them. They looked to their left and saw the face of an angry man.

"Hey! You didn't pay for that!"

"Crap." America said. "Maybe it's not free here."

The man walked up to the trio. "Pizza Poppa always gets paid."

"Holy shit." Y/N muttered and leaned toward Strange. "This guy looks exactly like Ash from The Evil Dead."

Stephen ignored the man's pop culture remark and spoke to the street vendor.

"All right, Pizza Poppa, relax. She's just a kid. She was hungry–"

"Relax yourself there, Doctor Strange." He chuckled and looked at his attire. "What are you doing with this whole get-up? There's some convention down the block?"

"Do I look like someone who'd attend some convention?" He butted.

The vendor looked at Y/N next. He got closer and ran his hand down the glowing line on his pec. "And you. Where'd you get this suit? Feels authentic."

"Uh, please stop touching me." Y/N said.

He started to raise his tone. "You took this whole suit from the museum in Chicago, didn't ya?"

"Museum?" Y/N asked.

"Oh, you're a taker. How about you take some mustard!"

Before the man can squirt mustard on Y/N, Strange stopped his act using magic and forced him to drench himself in mustard.

He then cast a spell that made his left hand punch himself multiple times.

"Come on, it won't last forever." He said as he walked away. America and Y/N decided to follow.

"Like it's going to stop in a few minutes?" She asked.

"More like three weeks."

The trio walked through a shopping center. It also looked like a sort of garden with how much foliage there was.

"Those universes we went through, were we paint in one of them?" Strange asked America.

"Yeah, you don't want to get stuck in there. It's really hard to eat."

"How many universes have you been to?" Y/N decided to ask.

"Uh...72...73 counting this one."

"That's quite a lot." Stephen chimed in.

"A far cry from my record." Y/N said. "Two."

As they walked, Strange stepped on a disc that immediately scanned him. A speaker started to sound.

"Memory Lane. Replay your significant memories now at a discounted price. We remember so you don't forget."

A hazy look into Strange's head displayed itself in front of the shop's window. It was a memory of Stephen on a date with Christine Palmer where she gifted him the watch he currently wears.

Strange swallowed and his eyes got glossy. It hurt thinking back to when they were in love and now he didn't have her.

"We don't have time for this." He muttered and walked away.

Y/N looked at Strange before glancing at the disc on the floor. It was tempting to see what one of his most cherished memories was. He took a breath and stepped onto it.

"Memory Lane. Replay your significant memories now at a discounted price. We remember so you don't forget."

The haze reformed and a memory began to display. He saw a street with decorated houses. Adults and children were present, with the latter dressed up and running around. He also saw himself and Wanda with their three children, the five of them dressed up too.

It was Halloween evening in Westview.

"Mom! Mom!" Billy ran up to the couple. "Tommy's not being fair! He won't let me tag him!"

Tommy used his speed and joined them. "That's the game doofus!"

"It's still not fair! You have super speed!"

Vivian appeared out of thin air, having deactivated her newfound invisibility power.

"I thought we were playing hide-and-seek." She said.

Billy looked at his parents. "They can't be using their powers!"

Y/N and Wanda can only chuckle as they heard their children.

"Viv, Tommy, no powers during your games until your brother gets his." Y/N said.

"Ah, man." Tommy droned.

"Baby." Vivian told Billy.

He stuck his tongue out at his sister. Wanda placed her hands on Billy's shoulders.

"Just you wait. Once you see what you're able to do...you're going to win every time." She told him.

That excited Billy and the boy couldn't wait to finally get his. He knew it'd be in no time.

"All right. You two hide. I'll count." Tommy told his siblings. He then rolled his eyes. "No powers."

Billy and Vivian ran off while Tommy went to the side to count near a mailbox. Y/N and Wanda smiled and continued to stroll down the sidewalk.

"Tommy has Pietro's speed, Viv has my abilities, so that means Billy's becoming a little warlock?"

"That seems to be the pattern." She replied, to which Y/N nodded.

"Win every time, huh?" Y/N chuckled. "Gassing yourself up, much?"

"No, I am not. But it's true."

"Because the soul can beat magic. I think."

Wanda smiled and unwrapped a candy she had. She fed it to Y/N, who also smiled as he chewed. She placed her hand on his cheek.

"I do have to admit, you are my weakness."

She looped his arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder before the couple continued down the sidewalk.

The memory finished and the haze dissipated. He stepped off the disc and took a breath. Strange and America looked on, having watched the memory with him.

Y/N looked down and closed his eyes. His most cherished memory involved his time in Westview...which turned out to all be a creation of Wanda.

"She looked so..." America began as she thought of Wanda. "Happy."

"We all were." Y/N said as he reopened his eyes. "And I thought we still were after, but in reality...we were just hiding our pain."

He stepped off the disc. America looked down and wanted to check her cherished memory as well. She got onto the disc next and it scanned her.

"Memory Lane. Replay your significant memories now at a discounted price. We remember so you don't forget."

Her memory took the teenager back to when she was a little girl. In what looked like a Utopian setting, she was picking flowers as her two mothers walked up behind.

"Where is this?" Strange asked.

"Home." She answered. "My moms. Son mis madres."

Her younger self handed the flower to her mom, who in turn placed it in the hair of their wife. Suddenly, as she picked up another flower, a bee landed on her hand. The little girl screamed, unintentionally opening a star portal near them.

Her parents were quickly sucked inside. A few moments later, the screaming America was taken in as well. The memory finished and Chavez stood there speechless.

Strange and Y/N looked at the teenager, not knowing what to say. America stepped off the disc and began to walk.

"You know what? You're right. This is just a waste of time." She said.

"Kid." Strange picked up the pace and they followed her. "That's the first time you opened a portal, right?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does matter. You lost your parents."

"I didn't lose them. I killed them."

Y/N spoke, knowing the feeling of seeing his parents gone in a blink of an eye. "Don't think that way. You did not."

"Okay. I opened a portal with the powers I can't control and sent them to a random, probably deadly, universe with no way to escape."

"If your moms are anything like their daughter..." Strange stopped walking and looked at America. "They survived. I'm sure you'll meet them again someday."

Chavez appreciated the words. "Not bad."

"Not bad indeed." Y/N added. "He has experience speaking with all the ceremonies he attended. Before the...well...accident that messed up his hands."

Strange scoffed. "Thanks."

They continued strolling on until they reached Bleeker Street. The Sanctum Sanctorum was ahead and Strange shielded his eyes to block out the sun. But a huge statue in front ended up doing it for him.

The three looked up at it and were confused to see who it was. Y/N surveyed it closely and it gave him deja-vu.

It was of the Specter.

The statue had a different pose to the one back on their earth in Chicago. His attire also looked like a combination of his usual hero attire and sorcerer robes.

Strange looked at the plaque on the pedestal of the statue. He started to read it along with Y/N and America.

Y/N L/N GAVE HIS LIFE DEFEATING KANG THE CONQUEROR. WE EXPRESS ETERNAL GRATITUDE TO EARTH'S MIGHTIEST HERO

"Gave his life defeating Kang the Conqueror?" America asked. "Who is that?"

"No clue." Strange replied.

Y/N sighed. "Great. I'm dead in this universe."

"Are you a sorcerer where you're from?" She asked.

"No."

"Then...why are remembered at the Sanctum?"

Suddenly, the doors opened and they looked behind the statue to see who came out. Strange exhaled and cursed.

"Oh, shit."

The African American man stared directly at Strange. Stephen stared back.

"Do you know him?" America asked.

"Yeah. Mordo. He's actually the first guy who welcomed me into Kamar-Taj."

"Great."

"And then he snapped and dedicated his life to try and kill me."

America nodded. "Oh. Great."

Mordo walked up to the trio. They stood in front of Chavez as he neared.

"I always suspected this day would come." Mordo said.

"You did?" Stephen asked.

"Yes, because you always suspected this day would come."

There was a stare down for a moment. Finally, Mordo's glare eased and he smiled.

"My brother." He chuckled and pulled Strange in for a hug, which the older man accepted in a confused manner.

"All right."

Mordo looked at Y/N next. He beamed at the sight of him. "Master L/N. The Wiccan lives!"

"The what?" He asked.

"That was the evolution you endured here." He replied then looked at the rest. "Come in! And tell me everything about your universe."

Mordo walked toward the door. Y/N and Strange glanced at each other and a confused America before looking back at the entrance.

"You go on red." Stephen breathed out before following Mordo inside.