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With that, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Tony spoke of how he had made new armor that he could carry on the backpack always and was lighter that the previous versions. Rogers spoke of his time in World War while Barton listened eagerly and even Liam paid heed. No matter what Liam was a history nerd and would like to know more from a living legend. 

Pepper too had come down from her workplace and the first thing she did was freak out seeing Liam. She didn't know what had gone down and thus seeing Liam's new eyes, his glowing hand and huge wolf sent her on a frenzy. 

Tony had to calm her down and tell her some sob story of how Liam had gained new powers and thus had changed his hand. Pepper was very skeptical of the words of Tony but didn't argue much back. The wolf also helped as Liam gave him knowing eyes and it went and snuggled to Pepper. 

Pepper didn't question any more once she got her hands on the fluffy creature. \Later she too joined the barbecue and had fun with the rest. 

Few days later

Liam stood at the entrance of 177A Bleecker Street, the Sanctum Sanctorum looming before him. The ancient structure radiated an energy that sent a faint hum through his Bifrost enhanced senses. He exhaled, glancing at the two men standing beside him.

"You both don't need to be here," Liam said. "In fact, you might not even be welcome."

"Yeah, well, we've got a slight trust issue after you nearly died on us. So forgive me if I'm not letting you waltz off into some magical death trap alone." Tony said. Liam gave them a very rough explanation of a different organization based on magic. Tony was more accepting of magic since he himself had been using arcanist magic on his armors now. 

"We're staying." Rogers said 

Rogers didn't really care if it was magic or technology. For him both were the same at this point. 

"Of course you are." Liam sighed. He looked down at Fenrir, who padded beside him, his fur gleaming in the dim streetlight. The wolf gave a low chuff, as if agreeing with Tony and Rogers. A hooded figure came out in the doorway, his hands clasped in front of him. 

"The Ancient One has foreseen your arrival," the Master of the New York Sanctum announced. 

"Ancient One? Who calls himself that?" Tony murmured. 

"Calls herself and be very careful on your words Tony. She isn't a joke." Liam reminded. 

"Can we enter with him?" Rogers asked. 

"Yes, of course. Kamar Taj would welcome anyone that comes at our door." The Master said. The man then turned without another word, beckoning them inside. Liam exchanged a glance with his companions before stepping over the threshold. Tony and Rogers followed.

The Master led them through winding hallways before stopping in front of ornate doors that seemed to have different scenarios on the other sides. And that wasn't the only door, there were multiple ones on the sides. He pointed at one door and gestured them to step in. @@novelbin@@

"After you," Tony said, making a sweeping gesture. Liam shot him a glare before stepping through.

As they stepped through the portal, Liam, Tony, and Rogers emerged into the sunlit courtyard of Kamar-Taj. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of burning incense. Before them, the majestic peak of Mount Everest stood tall under a clear, shining sky. It was far but it's brilliance couldn't be hidden. 

"JARVIS where are we?" Tony asked over his comms.

"Sir, your GPS data suggests that you are in Kathmandu, Nepal." JARVIS replied. 

Tony blinked, his head swiveling between the towering mountains and the ancient temple structures around them.

"Okay. That's... Everest. As in, we were in New York five seconds ago."

Rogers was equally stunned, scanning the vast landscape around them. 

"We just traveled thousands of kilometers in the blink of an eye."

"Fenrir can do the same thing." At Liam's words, Fenrir gave a cheerful bark, wagging his tail, clearly proud of his ability.

Before Tony or Rogers could reply, their attention was drawn to the courtyard itself. Around them, dozens of apprentices were engaged in training. Some were deep in meditation, their hands moving in intricate patterns, shaping golden sparks of magic in the air. Others engaged in friendly duels, hurling glowing discs or weaving illusions that flickered before dissipating into the wind.

"Are we sure this isn't some high-end magic school? Because this is looking way too Hogwarts for my liking." Tony said. 

Rogers, still adjusting to the surreal nature of what he was witnessing, watched as an elderly man effortlessly parried an attack from a much younger apprentice, only to laugh and give the student pointers. There was no age restriction here—some were as young as teenagers, while others looked like they had already lived several lifetimes.

As they took in their surroundings, a green robed figure approached them, gesturing for them to follow. 

"Come. The Ancient One is expecting you."

Liam recognized him immediately. Baron Mordo, one the big bads in the later part and in comics Doctor Strange's arch enemy, hell bent on taking the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme. Even in a different world he had taken that mantle after Doctor Strange died. Liam had to nudge Rogers to get him out of his trance and then all three of them followed Mordo towards and inner hall. 

The room looked ancient and exactly like the one Liam had seen when Doctor Strange for the first time walked in. Ancient One was sitting cross legged in front of a tea setup. 

"Come.. Sit.. What would you like? Is tea alright?" Ancient One said. "You can leave Mordo."