[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

They almost got into a fight.

Doctor Strange desperately wants to drive these two bastards out of the London Temple, and is halfway there, raising the chain of fire to pump Deadpool into the old vat on the staircase.But before he really did this, the deadpool of the chicken thief had already found out that something was wrong, he scrambled and hid under the cloak, and then moved to the back of Joyce at the speed of light, not forgetting to command the magic red to practice My great teaching just now, greeted its owner who has been neglected for a long time in a friendly tone.

The red cloak who had learned the new pose happily ran towards the mage's embrace.

And God knows what kind of dead silence and desolation Strange felt when he heard a series of greetings mixed with "knock lima" and "I'm your father".

"..."

Isn't it good to just be a person?

The three of them stared at each other for a while amidst the crackling of the fire whips, each remaining silent.It wasn't until a blank embarrassment began to brew in the air, and Wang coughed lightly at the side, that Doctor Strange reluctantly dissipated his magic, and stared at the two of them with his eyes instead.

Why do you ask?

Just kidding, can that smart bastard be beaten casually?If another personality who protects his shortcomings is unreasonable, will his London temple still exist?Can he heal himself? !

Forget it.

Reaching out to pick up his useless cloak, Strange took a deep breath, calmed down his turbulent mood, and then calmly said to Joyce: "So, what are you doing in London? Let me just say that I am only responsible for getting you Come here, and send you back at most, it’s impossible to include food and lodging.”

"Why?" With the expression of you betraying our friendship, the former killer looked at him with his most condemning expression: "You obviously have such a big house."

"A house this big has to be mine."

Although he used to be rich and handsome, but now there are only two characters of poverty on his head.Strange had a heartbroken face, sincerely showing his own powerlessness: "And I have problems eating by myself. Have you forgotten how we fought over that three-dollar pancake?"

"……"Right.

Since he could mention this, it proved that the other party really didn't even want the bottom line. Joyce was choked for a long time and couldn't speak.After being silent for a while, he looked around at the magnificent halls of the temple, and decided to see if he could fight for it again: "Then the London temple is in your hands now, even if you don't include food, you can include it."

"I told you several times, the temple is really not a hotel."

Rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, his expression clearly expressed the meaning of 'poverty makes me reject you', Doctor Strange spread his hands, sincerely expressing his rejection:

"And I have something to go back to New York these days, so I can't stay here. There are so many precious magic items upstairs. In case you can't tell them apart, wake them up. It doesn't matter if you are missing arms or legs, they will be damaged. What should I do where?"

Joyce: "..."

It was so honest, he couldn't fucking take it.Silently reflecting on why all the friends he made were like this, the ex-assassin turned his head and glared at the innocent Deadpool, and squeezed a question through his teeth: "Why are you going back to New York?"

"No matter what you think I do, I've been really serious about protecting the world these past few years."

Stomach hurts when I mention this, Doctor Strange wiped his face vicissitudes: "Thor and his brother came to the atrium again, and they are fighting with gods in the stratosphere. I have to go and watch, don't come up with something to poke a hole in the earth. New York Once is enough for that.”

...All right, that's a legitimate reason.

"It's hard for you to be heroes."

Joyce glanced at the other party sympathetically, remembering that Iron Man had complained to himself before that the Avengers also manage a lot of bad things every day, not to mention their hard work and being questioned by others. He sincerely felt that superheroes are also a A hard job.

At this time, he was really glad that he had never been a good thing.

"OK then."

Curling his lips, it seemed that Strange, who was struggling below the poverty line, was spared.Joyce thought carefully about how he and Deadpool could survive in London and how long they could live, and then he remembered pleasantly that they don't have to worry about this issue at all now.

"Why?" Doctor Strange asked curiously after reading his inner activities accurately from his expression.

"Because I just spent the night as Iron Man's bodyguard."

Fumbling in his pocket, he took out a bank card. At this moment, Joyce finally realized how important it is to have a wealthy employer:

"The commission, as well as the bonus, should be able to buy your house."

From then on, there is no need to pay rent, perfect!

Having already stepped out of the ranks of the poor, Joyce looked at Doctor Strange, who was still a pauper, triumphantly, regardless of the friendship he once had with him who couldn't afford pancakes.

The typical poor are pecking at each other, and the big are desperately crushing.

It perfectly interprets what plastic friendship is.

...Made.

Itching to paste a magic pancake on the bastard's face, Strange, who was cruelly abandoned in poverty, twitched his mouth and expressed his jealousy with his eyes.

Does he want to be Stark's bodyguard for a few days at any time?

Tony, who was far away in New York, sneezed suddenly.Silently thinking about which unlucky son is thinking about his father's dollars again.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Amidst Wang's reminding cough again, he realized that they had gone too far from the topic, and they were waiting to get down to business.Strange glanced at the cloak who was having fun with Deadpool, and had given up on trying to correct its education: "You still haven't answered me why you came to London?"

"Didn't I send you a text message?" Joyce raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's too long, I didn't read it." Strange replied confidently.

"..."

It took Joyce a lot of energy not to slap the metal arm across his face on the spot, but he didn't feel that the other party really knew nothing about the purpose of his trip.Sure enough, seeing that the ex-assassin was almost choked, Doctor Strange also quit, holding his hand in front of him to signal not to be impulsive. Although he really didn't read the text message, he still knew everything he should know.

"Yesterday, I watched gems at night and looked at the world..."

"Speak human." Joyce's eyelids twitched.

"...I probably know what you want to ask me." Strange continued, as if glaring at the other party because he was interrupted mercilessly, "but unfortunately, although I can see the movement of Hydra, I can’t explain it to you in detail, and what I see through Agamotto’s eyes is actually just one of thousands of possibilities, and there may be deviations in reality.”

"You just need to tell me the key clues, and I will track down the rest myself."

He didn't expect the other party to tell him about Hydra's lair directly like the magic stick, and Joyce didn't show any disappointment about it.

Seeing him like this, he didn't hesitate anymore, Doctor Strange flipped his wrist, pulled out a newspaper from mid-air, and handed it to Joyce.

"This person, he has something to do with what you want to investigate, and may be of great help to you, you can go to him and try."

As he spoke, he signaled the other party to open the front page of the news column, and pointed to the man in the photo who was wearing a long trench coat and had this strange curly hair.

Sherlock Holmes.

His gaze stayed on the photo for a few seconds, and Joyce was taken aback for a moment.

"This..." He looked at the face with an indescribable expression, facing the identical long face, he calmed down for a while before remembering to say:

"Is it your son? It's so similar to you."

Strange: "..."

Wait, why is it his son, does he look older than this curly hair? !

"I don't have such a big son." Doctor Strange gave each other a hard look, "We just look alike."

"I know."

Just wanting to block the other party, Joyce shrugged, folded the newspaper and put it in his pocket.Then he raised his head again, as if he had made up his mind, the way he looked at the other party suddenly changed significantly.

More dignified and more serious.

"That being the case, I have one more question to ask you."

The ex-killer's tone was calm, but Doctor Strange could hear an undercurrent in it.And he also suddenly had a strong feeling that it seemed that Joyce came to his door with a text message from the very beginning and asked him to take him into the London Temple, saying that he was looking for clues to Hydra, but in fact he was in the process from beginning to end. All I want is this answer.

"This question, I hope you can answer me truthfully."

Biting the sound of each word very hard, Joyce looked at Doctor Strange who was also serious, but before his eyes appeared the mysterious man who had appeared in front of him again and again and made him feel very familiar.

"Did you secretly do something to be sorry for me behind my back?"

Taking a deep breath, he asked in such a deep voice.

——For example, with that gemstone that can control time, what strange person was smuggled back from where?