Evil Old Harpy
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dorksidefikerTitle: Evil Old Harpy
Fandom: Ultimate Marvel
Characters: Wong, Clea Strange
Prompt: 70. Denial
Word Count: 221
Rating: PG
Summary: “You’re sleeping with my son, aren’t you.”
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“You’re sleeping with my son, aren’t you.”
Only years of training kept Wong’s tea from spraying across the table, but he still only barely managed to swallow it. “What?”
Clea strange did not bother to repeat herself. Instead, she glared at Wong over the rim of her cup. “You think I don’t know how it works? How your family keeps the Sorcerer Supreme bound to you? Do you honestly think I don’t know what your uncle and my husband were doing behind my back?”
Wong stared at the woman across the table, trying very hard to remember why he had wanted to talk to her. But now he was beginning to understand why Stephan was so fucked in the head. He rose, straightening his jacket. “Mrs. Strange, I cannot being to fathom what you went through when you lost your husband, but I will thank you to leave me out of your paranoid fantasies. While what goes on between the Master and myself is none of your business, I assure you our relationship is of a platonic nature.”
Clea snorted, sneering at Wong. “That’s what your uncle said, too.”
Fandom: Ultimate Marvel
Characters: Wong, Clea Strange
Prompt: 70. Denial
Word Count: 221
Rating: PG
Summary: “You’re sleeping with my son, aren’t you.”
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“You’re sleeping with my son, aren’t you.”
Only years of training kept Wong’s tea from spraying across the table, but he still only barely managed to swallow it. “What?”
Clea strange did not bother to repeat herself. Instead, she glared at Wong over the rim of her cup. “You think I don’t know how it works? How your family keeps the Sorcerer Supreme bound to you? Do you honestly think I don’t know what your uncle and my husband were doing behind my back?”
Wong stared at the woman across the table, trying very hard to remember why he had wanted to talk to her. But now he was beginning to understand why Stephan was so fucked in the head. He rose, straightening his jacket. “Mrs. Strange, I cannot being to fathom what you went through when you lost your husband, but I will thank you to leave me out of your paranoid fantasies. While what goes on between the Master and myself is none of your business, I assure you our relationship is of a platonic nature.”
Clea snorted, sneering at Wong. “That’s what your uncle said, too.”