Eat Your Own Mantou

As for Ian floating in the sky and refusing to come down...

Doctor Strange had a terrible headache.

He rubbed his temples with both hands, feeling as if his skull might explode at any moment. That Holy Light was still bright, and that figure still had not moved. Four hours. Four whole hours. Ian had just floated there in the sky, receiving the worship of billions of people around the world, without the slightest intention of coming down.

"What a headache. What the hell is he doing?"

Doctor Strange could not help overthinking it.

"What's your head hurting for?" Thor sat up from the ground and looked at him in confusion. "Isn't he just staying in the sky a little longer?"

"When I was in Asgard, Odin often stood on the Bifrost and gazed out over the Nine Realms. He'd stand there for an entire day." He was clearly used to this sort of thing.

Strange lowered his hands and looked at Thor with an extremely complicated gaze. "Do you know why Odin could stand there for an entire day?"

"Because he was my father, the All-Father, the great—"

"Because he was your father, the king of Asgard, the ruler acknowledged by the Nine Realms." Strange cut him off, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness and unconcealable worry. "And this—this being is not from this universe. He does not belong here. He should not be here."

Thor frowned. "So you're planning to ask him to leave? Tsk, tsk. That's called kicking down the ladder after he saved you. I've read Eastern books, and they recorded petty conduct exactly like yours."

The way he looked at Doctor Strange was full of contempt.

"I—"

Strange opened his mouth, only to find he could not say the word "yes."

Thor was right.