End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

That night, Nick Fury received a communication from Natalie, indicating that Dr. Hulk Bruce Banner had agreed to join the Avengers.

Almost on the second day, Natalie's report was presented on the desk of the director's office, with tens of thousands of words eloquently telling her about her emotions and reasoning, and the story of how to persuade Dr. Banner was detailed. Write it all down.

The report is very detailed, including changes in Dr. Banner's demeanor during the conversation, Natalie's psychological analysis of subtle facial expressions, and finally Natalie's personal evaluation of Dr. Banner.

Without transforming, he is a rational high-IQ scientist with a high EQ. He knows how to advance and retreat, and understands the trade-offs. However, he is uncontrollable after transforming, so he is not suitable to be a member of the Avengers.

A very pertinent report, excellent enough to serve as a model.

Even the evaluation of Dr. Banner is based on objective facts, from the perspective of the collective team, without personal subjective opinions.

This made Nick Fury very satisfied. He secretly thought that Natalie was indeed a trustworthy confidant general. He put down the report and picked up another report on the desktop.

Among the agents who participated in the mission with the team, there was a dark man arranged by Nick Fury, who also wrote a report, explaining the mission process from the perspective of a bystander.

In general, it is consistent with Natalie's report, with only minor differences.

Nick Fury put down the report and sealed it himself. He did not distrust Natalie, but his ass decides his head. As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., in order to prevent undercover agents from breaking into it, he must not trust anyone too much. A person.

Even if he trusts this person very much!

In other words, Nick Fury has always regarded the identity of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. as a mission, always reminding himself that he is an agent who penetrates into the enemy.

Surrounded by his enemies, all eyes are on him, and he can't relax in the slightest, so as not to expose his weakness.

He has been doing it perfectly all along, controlling the overall situation and firmly controlling all SHIELD agents in his hands. So far, he has not made any mistakes.

On the third day, Nick Fury randomly selected two agents to perform the mission, rushed out two reports, and confirmed the mission situation again.

Three identities, two re-examinations, and four reports. At this point, he was finally convinced that this mission had perfectly achieved his goal.

Immediately afterwards, Nick Fury set off secretly and met with Dr. Banner.

Dr. Banner was very indifferent, and he didn't care about the identity of the Avengers. He told Nick Fury that he joined the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D.

He won't be part of the Secret Service, tired of hiding and looking for a quiet place to perch.

Also, he doesn't need to know who the enemy is, and he doesn't need to formulate detailed tactics for him, because he can't control Hulk after transformation, and tactics are all nonsense to him.

Nick Fury nodded in agreement. Dr. Banner's words were exactly the same as in the report, and he was also very satisfied with Dr. Banner's attitude. He didn't have any requirements, and he didn't want to know who to fight and what the reason was.

This is exactly the soldier he wanted most!

It's not that Nick Fury is unhappy with other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, it's that...

After all, he is an agent, and he judges others by himself, so he always feels untrustworthy!

...

On the other hand, Stephen Strange, whom Russell had been secretly following, was discharged from the hospital.

Strange, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was not happy. The nerves in his hand were severely damaged, and he was useless.

It wasn't that kind of destructive damage. According to Strange's professional evaluation, his hands were very evenly damaged, as if they had been measured with precision instruments.

Now he can't live independently, his trembling hands can't grasp the strength, holding a razor seems to be committing suicide, and he needs the help of the apartment attendant to enter the house.

As a top figure in the industry, Strange is the upper echelon of society, enjoying numerous applause and reputation. Once he fell from the altar and became a waste that was inferior to ordinary people, he was not willing to do so, and tried every means to heal his hands.

And these treatments, without exception, require very high prices.

Money was not a problem, Strange was willing to spend no matter how much money he had as long as he could use his hands.

He contacted friends and made appointments with experts who he looked down upon before, hoping that he was once blind, and there was a gold buried in these stinky shit.

Yes, by now, Strange had already started to gamble on his luck!

"Strange, I don't know if anyone can heal your hand, I only know that they will take your money..."

"It was an experimental treatment, the price was relatively cheap, but it was an astronomical sum..."

"There is a very good doctor in Berlin. He has made a breakthrough in the field of nerve suturing. You know, the operation fee is high..."

"In the ancient East, there is a very powerful expert, but very expensive, very expensive..."

"..."

...

In the beginning, what Strange heard the most was that the cost of the operation was expensive, but later it was not.

Because his family is neither a bank nor a mine, and his personal poor financial management ability, his friends gradually lost contact.

"No way, I have to think about my reputation!"

"The damage is too serious, we can't do anything, and, do you think it's time to pay the balance?"

"Sorry, Mr. Strange, we can no longer accept your checks, we only accept cash!"

"Sorry about your personal credit... I mean, your credit card has expired."

"Mr. Strange, your personal assets are frozen, starting today, they no longer belong to you, including this house.

"

"Mr. Strange, are you looking for Billy? Uh... the number you dialed has activated the voice recording function, please leave a message after a beep. Beep~~"

Bang!

Strance dropped the phone, covered his head with trembling hands, and curled up in the messy new apartment. He just wanted to say a word to those who rejected him.

"I'm not Mr. Strance, I'm Dr. Strance..."

The world outside the window was extremely bright. A ray of sunlight shone on the head of the bed, but Strange could not feel the slightest warmth. The death penalty from the medical profession made his whole body cold, and he felt that he was shrouded in endless darkness.

It's cold and dark! Desperately numb!

When Strange was thinking about which method of suicide would be quick and painless, he glanced at his suitcase from the corner of his eye, and suddenly remembered something. He opened the suitcase, rummaged through stacks of files, and locked his eyes on A terminally ill man named Paines.

Strange had seen the patient's file before, and he was still a high-spirited super doctor with a scalpel in his hand and a steady flow of fame, status, and wealth.

Due to a work-related accident, Paines suffered severe nerve damage in his limbs and was paraplegic at a high position. He suffered tingling pain all over his body while sitting in a wheelchair.

Just a while ago, he got better, no one knew what he went through, but he was just better!

Miracles bring hope, and Strange, in despair, sees a glimmer of light. He believes that Paines must have special rehabilitation therapy, otherwise it would be difficult to explain this supernatural phenomenon.

According to the information in the file, he found Paines on the basketball court in the park.

On the court, Paines showed his glory. He made defensive fouls, got intercepted for passing, smashed his feet with the ball, was blocked for layups, missed three shots, and dunked...he was the background board.

Although Paines was rotten like shit, Strange looked at his handsome back with envy, because he was even worse than shit.

"You're Strange? I mean, do we know each other?"

Paines took a break after taking a break, took a sip of his sports drink, and said proudly, "No matter what you ask me for, you only have two minutes, and you can see that, the teammates need me."

Can you have a B number, the other side needs you!

In the past, Strange had already sprayed it, but not now. If you ask for it, you should lower your attitude: "Your spinal cord is damaged, which is terminally ill according to modern medicine, but you are cured, which is very unscientific. Can you tell me how you healed?"

"How can you be so clear?"

"I used to be a neurosurgeon and read your file..."

Facing Paines' face full of ridicule, Strange took a deep breath: "Well, you asked me for medical treatment before, and I thought your injury was hopeless, so I refused to see you. .”

"Come on, if you can't cure it, I will damage your reputation, so you drove me away, that's the truth." Paines sneered.

"I'm looking for a cure for my hands, I've tried everything, I want you to..."

"Wait, why should I tell you, after all, you are an asshole in my opinion."

"..."

Strange was speechless, he bowed his head deeply: "Please, please tell me how to treat my hands, I don't want to be a useless person forever."

Paines was very embarrassed by this scene, he shrugged and said, "Well, seeing how pitiful you are, I'll just tell the truth..."

"I had given up on rehab at the time because all the doctors said I was done and they did their best."

"I feel that I have nothing left. I can't do anything except think. I decided to improve my thinking level in my lifetime. Maybe I can publish a book or something..."

"Then, I flipped through various classics and traveled in the ocean of knowledge..."

Strange swallowed his saliva when he heard the words, and interjected, "Then you are cured, it's spiritually guided treatment, right?"

"You think too much, how is it possible!"

Paines rolled his eyes: "I'm not a student at all. I can't understand any of those ancient books. My injury was healed by someone. It's a...uh, I don't know how to describe it, because I have There is a rare book, and he cured me in exchange for borrowing the book."

"How to cure it, tell me quickly?" Strange was very excited.

"I don't know how he treated it, don't look at me like that, I'm not lying..."

Paines frowned and scratched his head, and raised his hand to touch Strange's shoulder: "He just touched me like this, and then... I'll be fine, do you understand?"

super powers!

Strange's eyes lighted up. The existence of superheroes is not hidden. There are many strong individuals in the world who are as powerful as the army, such as Marvel/Captain America, the most famous superhero.

"Who is he, can you introduce me?"

"I'm afraid it's very difficult. After that, I never saw him again. I also looked for friends in the police station, but... there is no information about him."

"..."

Strange was silent. He had just seen hope, but it was gone again.

"But you don't have to be depressed. When I chatted with him, I learned that he is from Karma Taj and claims to be a mage."

"Where is Karma Taj?"

"I don't know that!"

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