"Your house seems a little run-down..." Captain America said meaningfully. He did not understand magic, but he knew a house was not supposed to keep shaking like this.
Daisy lowered her head and drank, pretending not to hear.
Old Thor was drinking heavily as well, clinking glasses with her from time to time.
"Cheers!"
"Come on, cheers!"
They drank cup after cup, clearly having no intention of helping renovate the dangerous New York Sanctum.
"The previous God Kings were simply too loud. Some of their divine power overflowed and damaged the Sanctum's foundation, so..." Doctor Strange looked at the people in the room.
Daisy kept drinking. Fix the house? Give me a break! There was no way she was doing that! Even though she knew she had a great deal to do with this, she sat there playing dumb.
Old Thor was even less likely to help. He called himself the god above gods—would someone like him go repair a house for them?
Thor did want to help, but he did not know how. He had only recently learned how to plant trees; repairing a house was technical work. He knew how to tear one down, but not how to fix one. His parents had never taught him!
Doctor Strange sighed. He did not want to go either. A medical doctor who had published countless papers, a world-famous chief neurosurgeon, and the Sorcerer Supreme—someone like him should be sitting in a room with a cup of coffee, reading medical texts or studying magical notes. And now he was supposed to climb a ladder and fix the roof with all those titles attached to his name? That was far too embarrassing...
But the New York Sanctum was his home, and it had to be repaired. Since the gentlemen were unwilling to