Your Majesty rule the universe

Huddled against the wall of the street, the unshaven man who looked like a homeless man was none other than Dr. Stephen Strange, who was once popular in New York City.

Ying Zheng looked in surprise at Stephen Strange, who was completely different from the image of the most legendary neurosurgeon he had heard, and didn't even dare to admit it for a while.

After all, after he heard the name from Morgana, Ying Zheng had investigated Stephen Strange's background in order to determine whether this person could help him.

But Stephen Strange, who was published on the cover of the most famous medical journal in the world at that time and regarded as the "hand of God" of neurosurgery, looked arrogant and cold, repelling people thousands of miles away.

It was no different from the countless lonely geniuses Ying Zheng had known.

But the one who appeared in front of Ying Zheng now, wrapped in tattered clothes, with beard and hair covering most of his face, with a hollow and downcast expression, did not show any signs of being a top figure in the field. Confidence and confidence.

He faintly heard someone calling his name in a trance, and Strange shrank subconsciously, covering his face with trembling palms.

"I'm not, I'm not... You've got the wrong person."

"...I'm not him."

"Stephen Strange is the best doctor, I, I, I..."

Strange's murmurs were filled with exhaustion and panic, and at the end, he even swallowed until he lost his voice.

Ying Zheng paused when he was about to raise his leg and walk towards him.

The boy stood under the sun, his body covered in brilliant gold.

And Strange crouched in the shadow of the corner, surrounded by decadence and despair.

Ying Zheng looked at Strange silently for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word.

Strange noticed that the gaze on him disappeared, and he let out a sigh of relief.

But when he took off the hand covering his face, he was caught off guard and saw his trembling hand.

These hands were once the most stable hands in New York. They used to hold a scalpel through the flesh and veins and created a medical miracle. Now they are so trembling that they can't even hold the knife and fork for eating.

Strange bit his palm violently, his red eyes let out a low whimper, and he buried himself even more in his tangled long hair.

Shang Yang, who fell far behind Ying Zheng, looked thoughtfully at Strange's collapsed appearance.

……

The moment he returned to the Avengers Building, Ying Zheng asked Jia who greeted him, "How much information can you give me about Stephen Strange?"

Jia slightly bowed and said, "You can see all the information about him before dinner."

Ying Zheng nodded, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Loki sitting on the sofa in the hall looking at him with good eyes.

Those emerald eyes are too beautiful, like the beauty that has been polished by loneliness after being dusted off.

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, Loki put away that look and smiled wickedly as usual.

"Aha, look who's back - the superhero who saved the townspeople from the devil again, the most popular avenger on the Internet now. I haven't had the honor to meet you a few times, why, is it Have you gone to the city to enjoy the admiration that the citizens have for you?"

Loki's tongue-in-cheek tone, which is called praise, is actually sarcasm, just like the Avengers have long been accustomed to during the months of getting along.

But Ying Zheng still had a keen intuition about Loki's abnormality.

Ying Zheng, who didn't know what the intuition was, looked Rocky up and down, and asked Tony who was sitting opposite Rocky inexplicably, "Did you let Banner secretly beat him up?"

Tony rubbed the center of his eyebrows tiredly, with a look of reluctance to speak.

Ying Zheng's light golden eyes fell back on Loki again: "What's the matter with you? Aren't you watching the experiment with Killian and the others in the biology department? What are you doing here?"

Loki raised his head proudly, still in that arrogant tone: "It's just an experiment, how long will an extremis virus want me to help that human being?"

Seeing Ying Zheng's eyes sinking, Loki, who had been beaten so painfully by the emperor's muscle memory, immediately sat upright reflexively: "I'm here to apply to join the Avengers."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Ying Zheng: "Jia, tell me, did Tony and Banner do something to him behind my back. Has his brain been broken?"

Tony: "...Don't ask me, I haven't done anything. I still want to ask why I was shown this application for joining."

Tony, who had stood in front of the public countless times with a mortal body, and was so resolute not to cry out even though he was seriously injured, threw the document in his hand aside at this moment, and fell on his back into the sofa helplessly.

"What did I do wrong to show me this kind of Asgardian gossip...God, is it so messy in your place?"

Ying Zheng: "?"

Ying Zheng, who was aroused by Tony's appearance, glanced at the calm Rocky, walked around him to Tony, and picked up the joining application that Tony had thrown aside.

Then, Ying Zheng: "..."

"It's too messy in your place! No, why did you write the gossip about Asgard on the membership application?"

The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and he closed the open document with a "snap!", and his cheeks, which still had baby fat, turned pink quickly.

Ying Zheng shook his head quickly, quickly managed his emotions, and looked at Loki again with a complicated expression: "Your father... um... Forget it, be stronger."

But those light golden pupils were still shrunk into vertical pupils like cats, and they didn't seem to calm down as quickly as the boy showed.

Loki held his head up and accepted it with pleasure: "Thank you, but I absolutely, not at all, don't care about that at all. The reason why it is written on the application for joining is that the application requires that the family status be stated?"

"As you can see, I have a sister and a brother above me, but my cold old father drove my poor sister out of Asgard. And I am the second prince of Asgard, although there is a lie God’s name, but I prefer body arts to spells—especially melee combat.”

"I have filled out all the application for joining the Avengers Alliance according to the requirements, and my strength has definitely reached the passing line for joining. The Hawkeye over there was once my defeated opponent. He can do it, and of course I have no problem."

He went downstairs after listening to the excitement, but Hawkeye, who squatted happily and listened to the gossip, turned dark and silently retreated upstairs.

Tony lifted his head weakly, and looked back at the document thrown back by Ying Zheng: "However, you planned the alien invasion of the earth and caused a lot of casualties..."

"That's why I should be allowed to join the Avengers and use my long life and strength to do something for the earth to make up for the mistakes I made, isn't it?"

Rocky accurately caught the loophole in Tony's words.

When the God of Lies wants to win the trust of others, his sincere face is so sincere that no one can bear to refuse.

"but……"

Tony opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but no matter how he organized his words, he didn't feel rigorous enough.

Jia, who had been watching calmly from the sidelines, came over with a smile: "Sir, Mr. Hawkeye is already urging dinner, why don't you temporarily put aside Mr. Rocky's application for joining? The others are all dealing with Hydra-related matters in the country , It won’t be too late to discuss together when they come back.”

Except for Rocky and the onlookers who didn't listen to Hawkeye, Yingzheng and Tony both had inexplicably uncomfortable expressions during the dinner, which made Hawkeye scratch his head with curiosity.

After the dinner was over, Hawkeye couldn't suppress his curiosity and secretly went to ask Tony.

As for Ying Zheng, he got all the information about Dr. Stephen Strange that could be found on the Internet from Jia.

"A car accident?"

Ying Zheng looked at the record of the incident in the file, blinked, and remembered what Morgana had said to him, that it was this car accident that ruined Stephen Strange's possibility of being a doctor.

"Yes, but the reason why you see Mr. Stephen Strange on the street now is not just because of a car accident." Jia said, and the indoor projection of Dr. Stephen Strange's inauguration hospital Surveillance video.

"As you can see, after the car accident, Mr. Stephen Strange could no longer perform precise operations due to the nervous spasm of his hands. However, he could have recovered through reconstruction with great perseverance."

"If it wasn't for Mr. Stephen Strange being ridiculed and suppressed by his former competitors several times during the reconstruction, which caused a serious psychological shadow."

Ying Zheng silently watched the frame-by-frame footage of Stephen Strange's pain when he was laughed at but unable to fight back.

This mighty proud man of heaven was thrown into the abyss by a car accident. He struggled several times to regain his strength, but fell to a more desperate bottom again.

"He was once the most dazzling medical star in New York City, and he would never live on the streets."

Ying Zheng said: "Unless he spent all his savings to cure his hand, and resigned angrily and left the hospital because of arrogance."

Jia smiled and nodded: "You guessed it right. In order to heal his hands, Mr. Stephen Strange tried all the methods he could find out - he even went to Yindu and tried cow dung and Ganges water therapy."

Thinking of the reports he had read on the Ganges River on the Internet, Ying Zheng looked at Jia inexplicably: "A doctor who advocates science has reached the point of praying to God and worshiping Buddha, and would even drink the entire periodic table of elements into his stomach." Li... It seems that his hands have become his demons."

"The stars are falling." Ying Zheng sighed.

Jia asked, "Are you going to help him?"

"Help? No." The boy's tone was calm, with a coldness that didn't match his appearance: "If he really sinks down like this, then he doesn't have the value of getting my help."

Despite saying this, Ying Zheng still summoned Shang Yang and gave him the task of following Stephen Strange.

"It's a star after all, isn't it?"

Shang Yang smiled and bowed and said yes.

Director Fury felt that it was necessary for him to go to the church to pray to drive out the demons, or to meet Ying Zheng and get some luck from the Eastern Emperor.

"Where is my brother! Tell me! What did you do to him!" Thor's eyes were tearing apart, and he shattered half of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building with a hammer.

Director Fury has no expression on his face: the building is going to be repaired again.

First the younger brother ruined it once, and now the older brother ruined it again...

Are all your Asgardian gods at odds with S.H.I.E.L.D.? ? ?