[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

So many days of exercise are still useful. Illness comes and goes quickly.

After lying in bed for a day, Wyatt's body was almost recovered, and he got up early the next morning, changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

It happened to be breakfast time, and Dr. Banner, as usual, was drinking coffee while flipping through the newspaper. He looked up and saw Wyatt who came out and said hello.

Wyatt sat down at the dining table, took the breakfast plate from the automatic robot, and looked around.

"What about the others?" Wyatt asked.

There were only Dr. Banner and himself at the huge table, which seemed too—quiet.

"They're still in New Caesar," Dr. Banner explained mildly. "As for Tony—"

Dr. Banner paused strangely, Wyatt didn't get the meaning in his eyes at all, and blinked a little confused.

"You can ask him yourself," Dr. Banner finally said.

Wyatt ate his breakfast with question marks all over his head, but he was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice Dr. Banner's frequent glances at him. He seemed to want to say something, but he held back in the end.

"—Hey, Xiaodai, don't hit the wall over here!"

The elevator door opened suddenly, and Tony's voice came, followed by the sound of metal colliding, and the sound of aggrieved mechanical twisting.

"...I wish MIT would still want you." Tony said sincerely.

Wyatt looked over, there was a big box dragging behind Xiaodai, and Tony was directing Xiaodai to move forward crookedly.

"what is this?"

Wyatt stared at the big box dumbfounded, while Tony seemed to be moving forward in his own room.

It was only then that Tony found the two people at the dining table. He directed Xiaodai to stop what he was doing, sat down on the dining table and poured himself a full cup of coffee, as if he was exhausted.

"Clothes." Tony took a sip of coffee, then raised his well-trimmed mustache chin, and said confidently, "One of the bonuses for employees."

Wyatt: ? ? ?

Immediately, Wyatt remembered the dress that Mr. Wayne funded, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

——Is it an invisible war between the rich?

"...No need, I..." Wyatt hesitated to say the words of rejection.

"Why not?" Tony's eyes widened, and the caramel-colored eyes were full of the meaning of "you dare to refuse to try".

"I made all their battle suits, you can ask how the effect is." Tony spread his hands and said.

Hearing this, Dr. Banner thought of the pair of pants that would not be broken no matter what the Hulk did, and nodded in agreement.

Also thinking of Wyatt in those pants:  …

What to do, there is no chance of rebuttal.

Tony didn't give Wyatt another chance to refuse. He asked Jar to control the little robot to take the boxes that Xiao Dai was pulling, dragged them into Wyatt's room and put them in the cabinet one by one.

And the old Tony was sitting on the ground next to Wyatt eating breakfast.

Wyatt's body froze, and the picture that appeared in his memory could not help appearing in his mind.

——No, those are things that haven't happened yet...

Wyatt ate his breakfast silently with his head down, his eyes dim.

Wyatt believed in his own judgment, spending time with Tony, he could feel the tender heart hidden under his playboy appearance.

He has a conscience, a bottom line, and the awareness that he is even willing to sacrifice his own life for others.

He's not like, and wouldn't be, a bad guy.

The picture that appeared in his memory made him hesitate as well.

The high fever caused by the fierce battle and the cold temperature made Wyatt dizzy all day yesterday, and he even doubted whether the picture he saw in his memory was real.

Who in the end caused all this, could it be Tony...

Wyatt clenched his hands involuntarily, the knuckles glowing white.

—In any case, I will not let Ms. Jones get hurt.

And Tony didn't know what the people around him were thinking at all. He held a piece of freshly baked toast with a strong aroma in his mouth, and was not idle in his hand, manipulating the light screen. Thoughtful youth.

Dr. Banner sat across from the two of them. The newspaper in his hand had not been turned over for half a day. He pondered for a moment and decided to try to reduce his sense of existence.

It wasn't until the beeping sound suddenly sounded from the light screen that the weird atmosphere was broken.

"Tony." Steve's fully armed appearance appeared on the light screen, and the smoke marks on his face and uniform showed that he seemed to have just experienced a thrilling battle.

"Caught the Red Skull and his big-headed doll friend?" Tony had already finished his breakfast, and he asked, shaking a lollipop out of nowhere.

When Steve contacted himself at this time, there could only be some accident, so when he saw the squadron leader shaking his head on the screen, he didn't feel any surprise at all.

As Wyatt said - they're missing a mage.

The opponent has an existence that can jump and teleport in space, which greatly increases the difficulty of hunting.

"We need help." The captain said, as if he had a new clue, he turned his head and said quickly, "I need you to go to the Academy of Mutants and find someone who is capable of restraining Murdoch. people."

Then he turned his head and looked at Wyatt who was sitting on the side: "Together with Wyatt."

It seems that everyone has tacitly agreed that Wyatt can clean up the mess for this wayward rich man - having Wyatt on this occasion can at least make this rich man restrain himself a lot.

After all, isn't that what Wyatt's job is for?

"he--"

"Okay, Captain."

Before Tony could speak, Wyatt quickly agreed.

Seeing that Wyatt agreed to come down, Steve nodded hastily and turned off the communication.

Tony frowned and looked at the young man beside him who just recovered from his illness today: "It's fine if I go, isn't it—"

"I have to make sure the Avengers can have a 'mage'." Wyatt shrugged. "Obviously, the captain is worried about you doing this alone, and I am too."

Tony: ...

Just when the two were at a stalemate, an accident happened suddenly.

A halo of light suddenly appeared on the ground, and the golden flames spun and gradually expanded around Wyatt's feet with sparks without temperature.

"What is this-"

Before Wyatt finished speaking, he suddenly fell into the sky, and the flame disappeared at the same time.

Before Tony and Banner could even react to the sudden change, Wyatt disappeared in front of them.

Dr. Banner, who had been trying to reduce his sense of presence, suddenly slapped the table and stood up, and the battle armor quickly flew over to cover Tony - but Wyatt had lost track of him.

"—Damn it, what kind of magic is this?!" Tony said fiercely and quickly, "Jar, search for Wyatt all over the world, and collect all the golden halo phenomena that have appeared for comparison."

Numerous pictures flashed before Tony under the visor, and Tony quickly analyzed the data.

On the other hand, Banner stood up, walked to the place where Wyatt disappeared, bent down and picked up an old card that had fallen on the ground-it was obviously not Wyatt's stuff.

"177A, Brick Street..." Dr. Banner read.

"what?"

"This card has the address on it—"

Banner's explanation made Tony look up from the rapid research and analysis, and he took the card in Banner's hand.

"I gonna go see."

He said that the propeller under his feet had let him hang in the air, and he flew into the distance in an instant.

The rapid landing took only an instant. Before Wyatt could use his ability, he was already sitting firmly on a soft leather armrest sofa.

This is a somewhat dim old room, the light is reflected mottledly through the glass carved with colorful flowers, and a man sitting on the same sofa with his legs crossed on the opposite side looks at him.

The man had a slender face, a mustache of the same style as Tony's, and two strands of white hair on the sideburns. He was wearing a blue cloth blouse like an ascetic, and a red cloak with a vertical collar behind him.

With his hands resting on his forehead, he was looking at himself with probing eyes.

"Will you have some tea?" he asked, a delicate teacup hung in front of Wyatt's eyes on a saucer, and the same teapot was tilted on high, and the tea fell into the cup.

"...Thank you." Wyatt took the saucer and thanked him politely.

He took a sip of the tea, it wasn't expensive tea, but it was still sweet and mellow.

The person in front of him didn't seem to have any direct hostility, and Wyatt maintained his superficial composure.

"Who is he?" Wyatt asked in his head.

"The supreme mage of this universe." The system said, "—I can't provide too much information on the mysterious side."

Then he didn't make a sound again, as if he was afraid of being noticed by someone.

"I'm Stephen Strange (Doctor), a magician." The man in front of him introduced himself.

"Wyatt Caviezel," Wyatt replied.

"I know you." Strange said, "I have been monitoring people and things that do not belong to this world, because they may be potential threats to this world. This is my job."

Wyatt nodded, but still didn't understand why he appeared here.

Have you ever opened your mouth?

Not long after I finished talking about the Avengers' lack of mages, a real mage came to the door?

"—until I found out that you don't belong to this world."

Strange's voice reached Wyatt's ears.

"What are you talking about, I don't belong to this world?"

There was a hint of puzzlement and amusedness in Wyatt's voice, "I'm a human from Earth, and I still have my physical examination reports from childhood to adulthood—are you saying that I'm not human?"

"No." Strange shook his head, "I mean, you don't belong to this timeline."

Strange moved his fingers, and a long line composed of golden particles appeared in front of Wyatt's eyes, with a silver-gray ball of light embedded in the middle.

"You have a strong law of time that is not inferior to that contained in the Eye of Agamotto. You come from the future and let the current world line derive a new timeline..."

The light cluster split into two pieces, and the separated piece flew ahead, re-embedded in the golden light, and at the same time, a new line of light extended obliquely there.

"or--"

Strange waved his hand, and everything was broken up and displayed again, but this time the gray light cluster did not split, it leaped forward alone, the front end of the embedded light disappeared, and the light at the rear end dissipated and disappeared again. From this a new light is derived.

"You will change everything again."

"--So…"

Doctor Strange sat upright, leaned forward with his elbows on his legs, and approached Wyatt aggressively: "Can you tell me why you came here?"

Why am I here?

If the question had been asked a few days ago, Wyatt might have said that he just wanted to be alive.

But as fragments of the future slowly emerge...

"To protect important people, to make the future a better situation."

Wyatt pursed his lips, with a determined look in his eyes.

"What's a better situation?" Strange looked at the young man in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

"--I have no idea."

Wyatt thought about it carefully, he shook his head, "I can only do what I think is right."

"I can trust you for the time being, but you know—I can't give you all my trust. This is my duty as the guardian of the real world."

Strange said, "I hope you understand that if you do something—something that goes against what you just said, I will stop you at all costs."

"Of course." Wyatt straightened his back and solemnly promised.

Strange stared at the young man in front of him for a few seconds, sat up straight, and his serious expression eased.

"——Then, next, you can sit here for a while, drink tea, and hope that the tea in the temple still tastes like you, and then wait for someone to pick you up. I left the address."

Wyatt knew that he had gained the temporary trust of the Supreme Mage in front of him, but he felt that there seemed to be something he hadn't considered, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

He picked up the tea, took another sip, and said hesitantly, "Actually, I've been wanting to talk about it since just now, the cloak behind you—I mean, isn't he uncomfortable?"

Wyatt pointed to the red cloak that was twisting slightly behind Strange. This life-like existence made Wyatt use the name "he".

Only then did Strange move his body as if he had just reacted, the red cloak automatically floated up, the hem of the cloak waved towards Wyatt, and then bent over as if to thank him.

"You're welcome?" Wyatt replied with a smile, which rarely revealed a trace of embarrassment on Strange's expression, but he hid it well.

Only then did Wizards of Strange resolve Dormammu's crisis, officially took over the mantle of his master, Mage Gu Yi, and became the supreme mage who guarded the real world, guarding the New York Temple.

And this was not long after he took office, when he was carefully investigating the changes in the world, he discovered the existence of Wyatt.

Even Strange himself can't see the law of time in him clearly, and now there is no mentor who can explain all this like Strange - he himself has become the most exquisite mage in the Visandi lineage.

Out of a cautious attitude, Strange "invited" Wyatt here, and only then did the above conversation begin.

But he had overlooked one thing, and Wyatt had also overlooked it.

A huge explosion came from the door, causing Strange to straighten up in an instant, and the red levitating cloak returned to Strange in an instant.

It was only then that Wyatt suddenly remembered—what kind of mood would Tony come to the door with when he disappeared suddenly.

"Who is the owner here?"

The door of the room was blasted open, and a mechanical sound came.

The author has something to say:

Tony: What the hell happened to get him so preoccupied?

Wyatt: What the hell happened in your last life?

Dr. Banner: - Me!knock!arrive!up!

(I'm talking nonsense)

Today is long! !