If someone had asked Dr. Strange three years ago what magic was, he would have scoffed and despised the other person with his seemingly gentle but actually extremely arrogant eyes. But it is different now, magic is his
life, even more important than life.
Running all the way, the less he felt the presence of magic, the faster he ran.
After rushing out of the mezzanine space in the opposite direction along the original path, and standing again in the new headquarters of the Avengers, Doctor Strange felt as if he was in another world.
"Is there something wrong here?" Black Widow looked around and saw no problem, but what was the reason for Doctor Strange's angry expression before? She asked Stark in a low voice.
Stark is also a person who has deployed many informants around the world. He has his own intelligence sources. Although not as good as Daisy, his intelligence is much more comprehensive than that of ordinary people.
He checked his artificial intelligence and asked several close friends. Everyone's news was very positive. The world was peaceful and nothing happened to mankind.
There have been no explosions, no terrorist attacks, and even the mutants have been quiet recently. Everyone is busy with their own business. Except for the so-called disappearance of magic mentioned by Doctor Strange, nothing unusual has happened.
Everyone in the Avengers, including Fatty Wang, looked puzzled. Only Dr. Strange had a heavy face, so heavy that his hands began to tremble.
"Doctor?" Stark took off his armor and asked Doctor Strange tentatively.
"There's something wrong with magic. I can't sense the magic in this world. I can't sense it at all...Thank you for your rescue. I have something else to do and I'll leave first."
Doctor Strange pushed the door open and left the Avengers headquarters in a very rude manner. Captain America's words of solicitation came to his lips and he suppressed them. Fatty Wang looked embarrassed, nodded to a few people, and followed.
"Such a big temper? Have I offended him?! He won't secretly use some spell to kill me, right? Huh!" Hawkeye's face doesn't look good either. What the hell! Such an awesome person won't do it again next time.
Let him rescue and write his name upside down!
After putting away his bow and arrows and changing his clothes, Hawkeye left the Avengers headquarters and went home to take care of his children.
"Tony, you never told me that your new friend has such a weird personality..." Captain America glanced at Stark.
"...Maybe there is something wrong with his family?" Doctor Strange's very shameless behavior made Stark, who recommended him to join the Avengers, a bit embarrassed. At least you can say a few words before leaving.
At this time, Doctor Strange has no time to think about their thoughts. There is no need to consider any favors, face, or future.
He looked down at his hands, which were trembling with nervousness.
I tentatively picked up the parchment on the table, but my hands shook so much that the parchment fell to the ground without even catching it.
"Sir?" Fatty Wang panted and ran into the New York Temple, looking at him with some worry.
"Magic is gone. There is no trace of magic in this world anymore. They won, and the Materialist Empire won." Doctor Strange leaned on the corner of the table dejectedly, his magic cloak wrapping him lifelessly at this time.
This magic item that has been with him for two years is about to use up its little magic power and become ordinary.
The goal that I was fighting for disappeared. The magical parasites that inhabited the bodies of ordinary people were not eliminated by anyone, but because the source was no longer there, they could no longer maintain their bodies and disappeared automatically.
"Haha, people on earth no longer have to worry about being invaded by magical parasites. How good it is!..." He said it was good, but in reality his face looked like his dead father. It didn't look like him at all.
Very good look.
That is to say, after seriously injuring his hands, he may be unemployed again.
"Sir, Kamathaj should have other methods. Maybe the answer can be found in those secret texts?" Fatty Wang tentatively put forward his own suggestion.
But Doctor Strange didn't say a word. He stretched out his hand and drew a spell in the air, trying to open a portal. This was the first spell he learned.
Unfortunately, the golden thread was looming, and the magic level was unsustainably low. He tried twice more, but the result was even worse. He couldn't even sense any magic power.
"You see, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the resurrection of the Ancient One Master... Mr. Wang, I need to be quiet for a while..." He pushed Fatty Wang out of the room with force, and Doctor Strange wrapped himself in this
The cloak, which had completely lost its magic power, was in a daze.
His mind went blank, and his thoughts were extremely confused. He was thinking about finding magic for a while, and wanted to go back and be his neurosurgeon for a while, but then he thought that there was something wrong with his hand and he couldn't perform surgery.
The future, past and future are intertwined, and he doesn't know where to go or what to do.
......
To the world, magic is something in myths and legends, but to the Avengers, magic is an extraordinary power that one can touch and see.
Although Doctor Strange's magic, Wanda's, Storm's, and Mysterio's are all different, Stark feels that there are some common characteristics in them. For this reason, he came to Sicily again to find Wanda and Dai.
Let’s discuss it.
"Mr. Stark, please wait a moment. The Justice is handling official business." After getting off the helicopter, he was stopped by a burly bodyguard who was 1.9 meters tall at the gate.
"Grand Duke? Haha..." Stark wanted to say something sarcastic, but this time he had to ask for help, so he suppressed it.
Two well-dressed maids drove him to the Johnson Palace. They passed through the forest paths that seemed like a paradise. They looked at the deer that stuck out its head from the gaps in the woods to look at the car, and the various servants who walked around from time to time. Stark
Finally I couldn't help but speak.
"What is your Grand Duchess busy with? Is she preparing to deal with Napoleon's expedition? Or is she preparing to conquer the entire Mediterranean? Do I need to salute when we meet!"
After chattering nonsense all the way, the maid was well-trained and always had a gentle and polite smile.
Until he saw Daisy, Stark's face was full of odor. Walking in this palace called Johnson Palace, he felt uncomfortable all over.
"Hi, Tony, you came just in time." Daisy was flipping through the book when Stark came in.
"Exactly what? Do you need me to attend your coronation ceremony? Do you think I have to change my name to Your Majesty when I come back in two days?" He pulled up a chair and sat down. This chair was so hard that it was not as good as the one in his workshop.
The cushions are comfortable.
"Look, pampered urbanites, hard seats can help us maintain an enterprising and positive attitude...I am thinking about the family motto of the Johnson family."
Stark motioned to the maid on the side to pour him a glass of wine: "Oh, this is such an earth-shattering event. Are there any quotes that can be chosen?"
"Winter is coming, force is better than hard work! Which one do you think is better?"