"Is there anything I need to know?" When Stark cast a strange look at himself for the fourth time, Rogers put down his work.

The New York Temple is not considered remote, and they are almost there.Thinking of this, Tony scratched his nose: "Yes, there is something."

Rogers pretended to be listening.

"Strange, he is... uh, a small minority shareholder of Stark Industries." Tony coughed.

Rogers waited for him to continue.

"He... I have a normal relationship with him, just talking. Or, to be more precise, we don't really appreciate each other's behavior." Looking at Rogers, Tony frantically circled around the key points.

Rogers listened to him talking for a while, and sighed softly: "What's his relationship with Lowes?"

Tony... "Everyone has a past. Past mistakes, past friends, past—" He pursed his lips. "You know that."

"They used to be lovers?" Rogers' face was unexpectedly calm.

"No no no, not that close." Tony laughed dryly. "It's just, Stephen's one-sided. You know, because of certain things, they basically broke up."

Rogers nodded: "Maybe this is a good thing for us."

Tony choked.

I don't know why, but he still doesn't feel a little more relaxed even though he has already said the matter.

He was also not sure how to define the relationship between Strange and Lowes.It may be closer than a friend, but colder than a couple.It's not as far as the enemy, but it's only one step away.

Forget it, the protagonist at the center of the conflict is so calm, why is he so anxious.

What was supposed to be two people became three and then four.When they appeared in front of the New York Temple, after pushing the door open, the three people led by Rogers were immediately teleported to another place.

Rogers' feet swayed, something hit the hollow of his leg, and his knee bent uncontrollably.

By the time he recovered from the dizziness of the momentary scene change, he was already trapped in a single sofa, in a large room surrounded by bookshelves.

Across the table, a strangely dressed man looked at him with his hand on his chin: "Welcome, Rogers."

Rogers began to understand what Stark meant when he said that neither of them appreciated the other's way of dealing with people.He adjusted his sitting posture: "Stephen Strange."

"Just call me Doctor Strange."

"doctor [doctor]?"

"doctor [doctor]."

The two use the same word to speak together, thanks to the colorful language and culture.

"Can you ask the people who are traveling with me?" Rogers took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to face.

"They will return intact, don't worry." Strange smirked.

"Very good." Rogers tugged on his clothes.

The way Strange looked at him was so strange that Rogers couldn't tell if it was kind or malicious, or maybe neither.

"I doubted myself for a while because of you." Strange said without beginning or end.He reached over to pour dark brown coffee from the teapot on the table.

Rogers raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Coffee?" Strange lifted the teapot.

"White water is fine." Rogers smiled.

Strange shrugged his shoulders, and Rogers had an extra glass in his hand.He shook his hand suddenly, and managed not to splash the water on his pants.

Strange had a half-smile: "Obviously, I was thinking too much. There are people in this world who don't have any taste."

Rogers pursed his lower lip, obviously accepting what he meant.He took a deep breath, lowered his head and took a sip of water, and put the cup on the coffee table in front of him: "Are all mages so powerful?" He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"No." Strange shook his head, "No one is as powerful as me."

Rogers cleared his itchy throat: "I came to visit this time because I wanted to consult the Supreme Mage about something. A respectable, supreme guardian of the earth's latitude? At least, that's what I was told." He smiled , put his hands together in front of him.

Strange rolled his eyelids and glanced at him.

The atmosphere tensed up.The two sat facing each other, and no one spoke first.

"I believe you know Lowes, he is one of you." The smile on Rogers' face had already melted, and he took the lead in breaking the silence, "I want to know, if a lawbreaker appears among you, do you have corresponding measures? ?"

Strange no longer targeted him: "He is the disciple of my previous supreme mage."

Rogers frowned.

"No mage will be stingy with helping people in trouble. This kind of assistance is not free. If he can get power, it is already a reward for us to trust him." Strange continued, in the words Hiding a bit of a sigh, "He had made several agreements with my predecessor, one of which was never to hurt others with what he had learned.

He didn't break the agreement. "

Rogers' heart skipped a beat.There was something in Strange's words that he couldn't help noticing.

What predicament made them lend a helping hand to Lowes, and what price did he pay?There are also agreements, several articles, what are they?

"...It sounds like I don't need to worry about his status as a mage anymore." Rogers put his hands on the armrests on both sides.

Strange poured himself a cup of tea this time: "It's really not necessary. If something happens..." He blew off the white mist from the cup, looked into Rogers' eyes, and paused word by word, "I will Becoming his bondage won't cause you any trouble."

Rogers' lip line suddenly flattened, and then he relaxed: "I'm joking. You should have more confidence in me."

Strange put down his teacup, leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, and folded his legs: "Is the consultation over?"

Rogers' Adam's apple rolled: "Did you waste your time?"

"Yes." Strange smiled. "Beyond the latitude of the earth, I have to beware of many threats. I'd be happy to explain it to you, but it's very complicated."

Rogers got up: "It was a pleasure chatting with you."

"Me too. You've made me more confident. Don't worry, I'll watch him." Strange smirked.

Rogers turned to leave, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the paintings on the wall.The contents of the paintings are very complicated and unexpected, and Rogers intuited that the paintings were all of one person.

There is a pure black silhouette standing next to a piano, holding a glass, and can see the city night on the background window.The hands are so meticulously drawn that even Rogers can see the artist's intentions.

There are also a pair of gorgeous eyes, and the background is a pale gold elevator.There is also a pair of hands with crooked knuckles and mottled scars, showing a kind of cruelty but full of tenacity.

And the corners of those paintings are all signed Erth's name.He stopped unconsciously, lost in thought.

Strange turned his chair and watched with him: "Like these? I like them very much. They are all my treasures."

Rogers clenched and loosened his hands: "I look forward to seeing you next time."

Strange didn't reply, watched his leaving back, and slowly sipped his tea.He expected Rodgers to make the same mistakes he made.Even if the results between them will definitely be different from his, at least he will be more balanced.

Tony, Barton and Thor have been going around in strange places, like walking into a maze.When Rogers walked out from the door that had just been opened three times behind them, their expressions were all wrong.

"Have you seen him?" Tony glanced at Rogers' current expression, which was definitely not friendly or kind.

Rogers withdrew the expression on his face: "Yes, I am very happy to chat. Let's go."

"What did you ask?" Thor swung the hammer, "I hate mages."

Rogers didn't answer his question.Saul glanced at Tony strangely, asking what was wrong with him.

Tony gloated a bit inappropriately, and Strange definitely got his lung tube poked.There was no ivory in that man's mouth.Thinking about it this way, it's not so annoying that they've been wandering around here for so long.

The four drove away, and Rogers sat in the co-pilot, looking out the window in silence.

Tony was in charge of driving, and after a while, he was kind: "Captain, do you want to talk?"

Rogers withdrew his elbow resting on the window: "Did you find any clues about the two years he disappeared?"

Tony clicked, feeling that his sudden companionship had fed the dog: "...he went to Kathmandu, where he was a free clinic for a full year."

"Only this?" Rogers frowned.

"That's all we can find." Tony shrugged.

"What did he do for a living during that time?" Rogers looked at Tony.

"I don't know." Tony sighed, "At the beginning, he only brought Shane, and he didn't bring anything that would allow me to find his trace. Money, cards, mobile phones, everything. If he knew that it would develop into what it is now, I'll dig through the earth and bring him back."

Something else stuck in Rogers' mind.As the car passed by on the street, he unconsciously stared at the buildings outside, and had a flash of inspiration.

He had seen the backgrounds in those paintings.Whether it's the night scene in the window or the elevator, it's Lowes' apartment in New York.

A word slowly appeared between Rogers' eyebrows: "Tony..."

"what?"

"Have they ever lived together?"

"No, of course not." Tony glanced at him several times. "They just lived in the same building. Erth's piano was taught by Strange."

Rogers actually regretted it when he asked.He doesn't understand that things are up to now, and he still cares about these things.But Strange's attitude made him feel uncomfortable.It's like, something is happening that he knows, but he doesn't know.

And Strange seemed confident that this ambiguity would hit him hard.Why?

What else had he not figured out?

After returning to the base, news came from Hill that the Sean Research Institute was recently connecting with foreign countries in a technology - the biological cradle.No further breakthroughs have been made so far, but they value the technology.

Natasha said some of her former sources told her that Barnes was back on the black market.He is collecting news about Zhenjin and has issued a high reward.

"I have read the paper on the biological cradle, which was written by Dr. Zhao." Banner added, "This is a transformative technology. It is similar to cloning, but it does not need to fully accept the mother's genes. Let's put it this way, If someone wants to, and finds the right materials, they can even use this technology to directly create artificial humans.

If the soul didn't exist, we might actually be touching the realm of the gods, the creation. "

Tony clapped his hands: "I know that too. At that time, I was still thinking about how to integrate Ultron's vision with this technology." He clapped his hands, his face full of excitement, "We will open a new century."

"That's just a hypothesis. Our artificial intelligence is far from reaching that level." Banner was not as excited as he was, but very realistic.

Tony waved his hand: "Don't be so disappointing. We still have a god standing here, who knows what will happen next?"

"I need information on all the black market dealers they contacted." Rogers didn't quite understand the technical aspects, but he always had a bad feeling in his heart.Especially when Banner proposed an artificial human, he uncontrollably thought of the four floors below the base, which belonged to Tony's mechanical army.

Tony is the one who knows Erce best, and vice versa.

The number of Avengers is small, but they can take on many major accidents, relying on those almost perfect mechanical legions.If he is aiming at this, then things will be very troublesome.

"How about the contact with the mutant leader?" Rogers looked at Hill.

"There is an agent in the CIA who had close contact with them. However, she doesn't seem to know how to contact them. I will continue to try to break through." Hill showed an apologetic expression.

"I don't feel well." Rogers buckled his belt. "Can't wait. We're going to Sokovia today."

Natasha moved her wrist: "I've wanted to say that for a long time."

"Pietro is speeding up, Saul, power him up." Rogers looked at Saul.

Saul grinned. "I like this."

"Based on what Banner felt last time, the red-haired one probably has something to do with mind control." Rogers hesitated.

Barton volunteered: "Brainwashed, I believe I am the most experienced here."

Natasha smiled: "I will take care of the back of your head."

The place where Barton hit his head against the wall last time started to hurt again.

"Bucky... Barnes has me." Rogers took a deep breath, "I don't know if there will be other support around him. We need to be cautious, but we don't need to be too cautious.

We are the Avengers. Rogers tilted his head, "Revenge is our business." "

"...Damn, why are you so good at this kind of thing?" Tony smacked his lips.

Rogers smiled: "Depart in 10 minutes."

Everyone dispersed and prepared to go.

Before Rogers took off his clothes and changed into his uniform, he saw the mobile phone he had thrown on the table.Walking over, he looked at it for a while and dialed a number.I can't tell whether it was expected or unexpected, but it was connected.

"It's not my birthday today, isn't the surprise coming a bit early?" Erce said in surprise.

"I met Strange today." Rogers felt a nerve stretching in his brain, forcing him to act irrationally, "I learned something more that I didn't know."

"Steve, are you jealous?" Erce drawled.

"...Are you ready to face us head-on?" Rogers calmed down, "This time, it won't be so easy."

"Wow, jealousy does make you sexier." Erce laughed.

Rogers...

"You know I'm still waiting for your appointment, Steve." Erce said softly, "Plus, the bread is delicious, I like it very much."

Some hard things on Rogers' face gradually cracked and shattered: "kid, I miss you."

Erce paused for breath.

"Any time you want to turn around, any time. I must be the first to know, you heard?" Rogers' eyes darkened.

Erce sneered a few times: "Steve, you know, I won't look back."

Rogers lowered his voice: "Then next time."

Erce smiled, "Okay, next time." His tone rose, obviously in a good mood.

Rogers put down his phone and exhaled foul air.

He had to face an almost absurd reality—he was indeed jealous.Even if he and he are in the same situation now, they can't tolerate others interfering in their feelings.

Stephen, Stitch, whatever, is out.There is no chance.He will not give others a chance.

He will no longer push people away from him.

Rogers tightened his belt, put the buckler behind his back, and paused.

Again?Why do you think so?

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