"So, we've identified several points in time and space when multiple stones were in a known location that would be—relatively—easy for a team of us to go in and grab. Point number one: six years ago, in New York City—for the off-world people, there's a city of approximately ten million about fifty miles south of here—during Loki's, ah, attempt to conquer the planet. He had the Mind and Space Stones, and the Time Stone was nearby, in the Sanctum Sanctorum that's run by Strange's people. The plan there is to slip in right as the battle is winding down and grab the Stones in the chaos."

"I wasn't practicing magic yet at the time. However, the previous Sorcerer Supreme could see the future, so she'll know me."

Leareth is listening attentively. 

Vanyel...is not. 

He thought he would never see Savil again. He couldn't even imagine what it must be like for her, he mostly bounced away from even thinking about it, when he was in the Shadow-Lover realm when he was wherever Mandos keeps his dead people... 

Savil's eyes are locked with his and the entire room feels full and vibrating with everything they have to catch up on - 

Savil wasn't completely caught off guard; Yfandes contacted Kellan as soon as their arrived, and Kellan told her the fastest way to see her nephew would be at the meeting anyway, so she went there. At a run. 

Vanyel. 

Vanyel. 

There's work to be done and she should really be trying to pay attention to the stupid strategy meeting but VANYEL. 

Leareth glances at them. 

:- Strange, I think that Vanyel and Savil could use a moment: he sends, privately. :They are family, and they - were not expecting to ever see one another again: 

Vanyel wants a hug so badly but that would be so embarrassing in front of all these people he doesn't know. 

Strange whispers something to Steve. Er, the other Steve, though absolutely no one calls him that.

"Take five, guys. Give the new arrivals a moment to catch up."

The Avengers and Fëanor leave the room.

Oh no did someone notice he was distracted, this is so mortifying. 

Savil isn't mortified at all. 

She crosses the room in four steps, and throws her arms around him. :Van, ke'chara - gods - are you all right -: 

He stiffens briefly, and then decides that being embarrassed is pointless, and tucks his head against Savil's shoulder. 

:I'm all right. I'm - better than I've been in a long time. I missed you:

:I missed you too. Everyone did. ...Leareth especially: 

:What, really?: 

:Gods, ke'chara, you didn't notice? He was devastated. - I mean, about all of it, really, but - I think it hurt, losing you: 

:I guess I'm the only one where he saw it happen, up close: 

:He what? .....Gods. Ouch. In the dream?: 

:It was pretty terrible timing: 

Snort. :No kidding: She squeezes him tighter. :...Anyway. We've got a lot of catching up to do, but - maybe after the strategy meeting?: 

:One more minute?: Vanyel rests his cheek against her shoulder. :I just– I missed you: 

:I know. But I'm here now, ke'chara. I'm not going anywhere: 

They hug for another couple of minutes, and are focused and ready by the time the rest of the Avengers get back. 

Leareth has been waiting just outside the room, not wanting to impose on their space. 

The others filter back in.

"Okay, next—the Reality Stone. Thor, what do you know?"

"Okay, so first of all the Reality Stone is more of an angry sludge thing than a stone most of the time. On Asgard we called it the Aether. Five years ago my girlfriend at the time stuck her hand inside a rock and then the Aether stuck itself inside her. I had to take her to Asgard to get it removed. We should be able to grab it from just after that point."