"Out? You mean Doctor Strange went out? Where did he go?" Stark knocked on the door of the New York Sanctum, and Wong gave him the answer that Doctor Strange was not home.
As if worried Stark would not believe him, Wong hurriedly explained, "Mr. Strange felt that his physique was a little weak, so he went out early this morning to exercise."
That answer left Stark rather speechless. Whenever he had looked for Doctor Strange in the past, he had called ahead of time. Today was the one day he had not!
Although Wong was not particularly talented at magic, he was remarkably competent in every other profession. He now held multiple part-time jobs as a butler, chef, repairman, purchaser, conversationalist, and more. He occasionally even helped collect deliveries, while Doctor Strange, that single dog, had only one task: stay home and read.
He had come to the New York Sanctum several times and found things like this, so he had gradually gotten used to it. Yet this time, Stark had come calling only to find the place empty. It was impossible not to feel annoyed.
As a law-abiding hero and a national leader, Stark had to rein in his flamboyant personality and do things that fit the public's expectations in order to show his down-to-earth side.
Going out with bodyguards clearly did not look down-to-earth. Nor did he think he needed bodyguards. The odds of an interest group assassinating him on the street were infinitesimal. Given one second, he could equip his armor. He was not afraid of anyone trying to harm him.
Recently, he had rarely flown through the sky in his Iron Man armor. As a disabled person, driving an Audi when he went out was clearly a violation of traffic laws. He had never heard