Midgard.
Tri-Wing Building.
"Listen, Master Strange, we need to cooperate further—more closely, more deeply! Only then can we deal with the increasingly complex situation." Nick Fury poured Strange a cup of coffee. "Give it a try. It's from the Ethiopian Gesha Forest."
The Cloak of Levitation draped over Strange obediently extended a strip of fabric, as nimble as human fingers, and helped Strange take the coffee Nick offered.
"What exactly do you mean?" Strange took a light sip of coffee, crossed one leg over the other, interlaced his fingers above his knee, and glanced at Nick's face.
"Luke has been going bigger and bigger." Nick turned around and poured himself a cup of coffee as well. "We need to prepare for the worst."
"With all due respect, Luke still knows his limits. You're worrying too much," Strange said.
"Fine, call it excessive worry. But you have to understand, I've spent my entire life guarding against every possible accident. I always want to nip them in the bud, or deal with them before they can inflict greater harm on this world." Nick's face was utterly serious. "I trust that Luke knows his limits, but there are always accidents, aren't there? Like the previous invasion by that Dark Lord..."
"That was part of the plan," Strange explained. "In fact, I only learned afterward that my teacher, the Ancient One Mage, had quietly upgraded the entire barrier. She also had backups. According to her, with New Energy supporting it, she could rebuild the barrier at any time and drive the lord of the Dark Dimension back out. I suspect she wanted to give the Sanctum Sanctorum a major overhaul."
"Do you think that kind of behavior is reasonable?" Nick frowned.
"If you mean the Ancient One Mage's actions, then I can only say