Wind rushed in through the window, tousling his blood-matted blond hair.
Without Super Senses, he could no longer hear distant voices or see what lay beyond the clouds.
Yet his lips slowly curved into a smile of relief.
Starr.
John Starr.
He had a real name.
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New York, the Illuminati.
Mordo sat expressionless on a metal hospital bed.
His forearms and wrists were wrapped in pale blue medical gel: Nanite Repair Fluid prepared by Mister Fantastic, Reed Richards.
The nerve-reconnection surgery had just ended. His hands had been saved,
but the humiliation of what he had suffered still gnawed at him.
The anger inside him burned hotter by the moment, like flames fed with oil.
"You look awful, Mordo."
Captain Carter pushed open the glass door and walked in. Mordo's fingertips were still trembling slightly.
"I'm fine, Peggy."
Mordo did not look up. He merely clenched his fists, making the gel squelch softly.
"You don't look fine." Carter pulled up a chair and sat down. "Charles is worried about you. We all know Strange is a threat, but what you're doing now... feels more like revenge."
"That man isn't just a threat!" Mordo's eyes widened with fury. "He's a monster! Who puts mechanical blades inside his own arms?"
"He nearly destroyed me without magic. If he gets those cuffs off and regains his magic, who can stop him? He'll cause the next universe-destroying incursion!"
Captain Carter sighed and opened a holographic report. Blue light projected a three-dimensional model of Earth into the air.
"Christine took him away, hacked into the Bast Foundation's security system, and erased their trail." Carter pointed to several blinking red dots on the model. "We sent out a thousand Ultron robots to search everywhere