Martin sat with his legs crossed, reading on one of his discs that was levitating. The Sanctum was still his home, and he split his time between there and the TBolts HQ depending on how much the team or Dr. Strange needed him around and what sort of mood he was in. Right now he was being a good apprentice and studying up some spells.
Martin looked up when someone popped in, popping in meant Dr. Strange had personally allowed them to do so and get through the barriers at one point. "Hello!"
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