After Stark left Sicily, he immediately went to find Wong.
He told Wong both options. Doctor Strange was prideful to the core; if they offered to help him outright, he would definitely refuse. It would be much easier to leave him with no way out and make him come asking for help himself. Don't ask how Stark knew that—he was the same kind of person.
Sure enough, Doctor Strange did not choose Asgard. Stark paid S.H.I.E.L.D. for a small spacecraft and sent him into space.
"Sixty percent of this ship's components can be replicated on Earth. We're only charging you the cost price now." Hill was delighted that they had finally sold a spacecraft. Their path toward knockoff spacecraft was already more than halfway complete, and they had invested quite a bit of money, but there had never been any sales. What decent person would buy one of these things?
"Doctor Strange will need to learn the language, clothing, and customs."
Over the next two days, Doctor Strange used his photographic memory to cram himself full of Shi'ar and Kree language. Mastery was out of the question, but he could grasp some basic phrases. He could study the remaining issues slowly with books during the spacecraft's journey.
Unlike Daisy, who went out for a spin whenever she had nothing to do, and unlike those who had been abducted by aliens for one messy reason or another, Doctor Strange could be considered the first Earthling to actively embark on a journey through space. Its significance was extraordinary.
He took off the Cloak, which had long since lost its magic, and changed into a refugee outfit personally designed and supplied by Baldy based on his own experiences. Dirty thick canvas and layers of textiles in colors too faded to identify wrapped him