"You must have imagined it, too—what it would have been like if you'd met him back when he was still the best surgeon, the God's Hand everyone watched in awe. But every fantasy you had was built on the fact that you didn't understand him." Strange gave a soft scoff. "Stephen Strange was an incredible surgeon, but he couldn't really be called a good doctor."
Main Universe Iron Man looked at him. Strange said, "If he'd treated you well back then, it absolutely wouldn't have been because you were kindred spirits. It would only have been because you were rich."
"How can you say that about him?" Main Universe Iron Man flew a little closer, staring into Strange's eyes. "How could he not be a good doctor? He could save every patient."
"Do you know what he would have done if he'd joined your medical team?" Strange thought back briefly, then said, "He would have demanded that you fire all those idiots, give him all the medical funding, and double the price. Then he'd serve you while cursing you as a stupid nouveau riche."
Main Universe Iron Man looked as if someone had stepped on his tail. Strange, however, sucked in a sharp breath and said, "Of course, he's already turned over a new leaf, so you don't need to grieve over it. And the only reason I'm saying this is to tell you—I haven't! Get lost!"
Main Universe Iron Man was nearly choked speechless by him again. He was just about to open his hand cannons and fight this bastard to the death when another figure descended into low Earth orbit. Through the data-stream visor, Stark looked at Strange and said, "I knew it. The only person who could make a renovation crew's worth of noise above Earth is