Before the round meditation window, the light was hazy and gentle, gilding both men's outlines with a halo. Stark looked at the anger on Strange's face with slight confusion.
In truth, he had rarely seen Stephen this angry. It was common knowledge that Strange had a bad temper, but it usually manifested as impatience, poor social skills, and the finicky, pretentious habits he had carried over from his profession as a surgeon.
But this seemed to be the first time Stark had seen him truly enraged. Strange, dressed in a suit, rose directly from the sofa. Yes, he was not wearing robes. Stark rarely saw Strange wear robes either. It seemed that he only wore the Sorcerer Supreme's attire during large-scale situations that required combat.
Most of the time, he wore suits, though apparently not to present himself as a member of high society. Stark vaguely remembered him saying that he hated casual clothes, mainly the sense of relaxation they brought. Perhaps robes were too loose for him as well.
How could anyone in this world hate relaxing?
Stark's knowledge of psychology and behavioral science told him that some people needed to feel anxious and tense at all times, and this was most common in professions where the stakes were high. Surgeons were a typical example.
In Stark's profile of Strange, there was no doubt that he was a lunatic on par with Schiller. This pair of doctors was equally mentally unstable, and their morality was equally unfathomable.
The scene written in Stark's angry notebook had enraged him because Captain America Steve was his friend. Even Captain America from another world should not have suffered such a fate, turned into a monster. His anger was entirely justified.
But Strange and Steve did not get along very well. They had the