Wakanda and Uagadou were actually not far apart.
John had heard about the Uagadou students' neighbors when he had given an open lecture there.
Come to think of it, they seemed to have a few Wizards from Wakanda, too.
This time, the Sokovia Accords had been proposed by Wakanda.
They addressed the harm the Avengers had caused civilians, as well as the Wakanda people who had died in Lagos.
The king of Wakanda was giving a speech there.
The king of the Wizarding Kingdom, meanwhile, had a tricky problem to deal with.
"Have you considered that I might not be the person you should be looking for?"
John's ice cream was almost melted, yet the man before him was still pleading with him.
His head ached. Could someone tell him why Stephen Strange had come to him?
The once-brilliant doctor was now kneeling before John.
Coach, I want to play basketball-no, scratch that... He wanted John to heal his hands.
"I know you. You might not know me."
Stephen had reached the end of his rope.
The enormous expense of undergoing that unperfected surgery had forced him to sell everything he owned.
The surgery had still failed. His trembling hands were as cruel a sight as a bird's broken wings.
Unwilling to give up any chance of recovery, he had thought of Wizards.
Wizards had been seen in public more often than the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.
A former high-paying client had told him that those mysterious Wizards possessed potions capable of healing anything.
That client had once been his patient. After Stephen had declared him beyond saving, he had miraculously stood up again.
The man came from an old French noble family, and Stephen was certain that recovery should have been utterly impossible.
As the finest neurosurgeon, his former self