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After a moment, a very polite but somewhat strained looking Wong answered the door. "Hello, Spider-man," he said after a moment.

A very drowsy looking Cat suddenly sat up in the armchair with a start and tried to peek around Wong.

Wong looked quite taken aback.

Cat stretched her legs out over the arm of the chair, using the other arm as a pillow. "From what I understand, you don't want him right now," she said languidly, shooting a half amused, half annoyed look at Danny.

Cat shifted uncomfortably. "I-"

Whatever she had been about to say was lost forever, because at that moment every single door in the house banged open, and someone yelled, "THAT. IS. IT," in a mulit-toned voice that was loud enough to be heard over the din outside and filled with enough raw magic to make listeners flinch.

{Exit Dr. Strange to New York}

The next moment, everything quieted down again, and Cat uncurled from the fetal position, which she'd automatically curled into at the sound of that voice. It had... hurt her. "What was that?"

Wong sighed and began shutting doors. "Doctor Steven Strange, ladies and gentlemen. I just hope he won't do anything idiotic; severe sleep deprivation and magic don't mix."

"No," said Wong, finally coming back to the front door, "I believe that he has gone to fix your problem."

Cat got to her feet. "I thought that was a spectacularly bad idea," she said, brushing a strand of hair absently out of her face.

"Not... Spectacularly," Wong said carefully. "It is likely that we have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Cat watched him go, then caught herself, blinked, and headed back to her chair. Settling herself deliberately in the position she'd been in before, she closed her eyes. "Fight the good fight, heroes," she offhandedly. She wasn't going out there; not with a demon after her. As usual, Spider-man was expecting much more of her moral compass than he was ever gong to get.

Reaper opened his eyes again and gave a quick glance over at the doorway. More people had arrived. What was this a party? He turned his gaze back to the ceiling and closed his eyes again. Nothing better to do anyway. He wasn't that much of a people person, and he wasn't in the mood anyway. Half listening to the conversation the others were having, he drifted back to sleep.
He suddenly jolted back as Strange's voice thundered out, and embarassingly tumbled off the side of the couch. "Will someone please just let the guy get some sleep?!" he growled out as he pulled himself off the floor and back onto the couch. Blast it he could actually feel his heart pounding. He wouldn't be sleeping for a while now. Sitting on the edge of the couch, he shoved his elbows into his knees and rested his head in his hands, staring at the floor and mumbling obsenities about this and that.

She had assumed that cranky guy was Strange, he looked very tired and she just gave herself a mental smack. She had tried to tell Logan earlier that this wasn't a good idea.
Storm had to do a double take, clearly she had missed the part of the conversation about Black Cat and a demon? "Excuse me? " She said arching a snowy brow"...you mean a demon is trying to...my goddess what have you gotten yourself into.."

"Perhaps I can help" She suggested.

Cat stared at him for a second, and then looked down. "I guess not. Dying won't help anyone, and this Doomsday person doesn't sound mentally stable at all."