Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Christine..." Strange's voice trembled violently.

He didn't care where he was or how different the world was.

All he knew was that she was here.

"Christine, it really is you." Strange's eyes reddened, his gaze fixed on the other's face, as if afraid that if he blinked, the scene before him would shatter like a bubble.

"I wander in the endless darkness, just to see you one more time."

Strange approached step by step, his voice low and deep, filled with longing that had been suppressed for countless days and nights.

"I'm sorry, Christine. I messed everything up."

"You look... terrible." Christine took a half step back, looking at him warily. "You shouldn't be here."

Strange ignored her hesitation and poured out his heart: "In my world, that car accident took you away. I survived, but my soul died with you that day. I searched every possibility, consulted the most forbidden magic, just to see you one more time."

He closed his eyes in pain.

"I know it might be pointless to say this now, but I have to tell you. I love you! I love you, Christine. Every second without you feels like I'm a walking corpse."

He raised his hand to touch her cheek, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid that it was just a phantom that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Christine listened quietly.

As she looked at Strange's unreserved love and guilt, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

She was truly in love with Stephen Strange of this universe.

They also had countless beautiful memories; they were once the perfect couple in everyone's eyes.

But in the end, they still broke up.

Those were days filled with passion, but also with exhaustion.

Stephen was exceptionally talented, but also arrogant and conceited.

His extreme stubbornness and need to control everything was a double-edged sword, hurting others as well as her.

In their relationship, Stephen was used to making decisions unilaterally.

He always believed that he was the only one who was right and that only he could solve all crises.

He refused to compromise on anything, whether it was a medical challenge or a trivial matter in life.

He must always be the one wielding the knife.

He cannot learn to relinquish control, nor can he trust others.

This domineering desire for control ultimately pushed Christine further and further away, until the two went their separate ways completely.

But this Stephen in front of me... is different.

There was no haughty arrogance in Stephen's eyes, only endless regret and humble love.

Christine's heart suddenly ached.

If her Stephen had been able to open up to her so completely, would they have avoided this situation?

However, reason quickly prevailed over emotion.

As the chief multiverse researcher at the Buster Foundation, she was well aware of the dangers of the multiverse, and even more aware of the devastating disasters that Stephen Strange in her own universe had brought about.

Therefore, Christine is extremely wary of any Strange variant in the multiverse.

She shoved Strange in the chest, creating distance between them.

"Step back," Christine said coldly. "Calm down, Dr. Strange."

Strange paused for a moment, then obediently took two steps back.

Christine looked him up and down with a cold gaze.

"Listen, whatever you've been through in your universe, I'm not the Christine you know. Stop with your emotional displays."

Strange opened his mouth as if to retort, but Christine interrupted him.

"I'll hear your explanation later. But for now, you must come with me to the Buster Foundation for investigation and questioning."

"You have entered this universe without authorization, which violates our universe's security protocols."

As she spoke, Christine's hand had already quietly reached for the communicator at her waist.

She was ready to press the emergency call button at any time to seek armed support from the Illuminati.

Based on Christine's understanding of Strange, this man was autocratic, arrogant, and never accepted anyone's instructions.

Faced with forced investigation and detention, he is very likely to turn hostile and even take extreme actions.

She kept a close eye on Strange's movements.

But Strange's reaction brought her to a complete halt.

"Oh, okay. Okay, my Christine."

Strange nodded without hesitation, his joyful smile unchanged.

As he spoke, he obediently raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I'll go anywhere you want. As long as you're here, I'm willing to go anywhere."

She was prepared to face Strange's signature taunts and resistance.

But the man's compliance threw her off balance.

Is this really Stephen Strange?

The Sorcerer Supreme, who always wanted to control everything, actually relinquished the initiative so easily?

She suppressed her shock and pressed the control panel on her wrist.

A silver flying car with a futuristic look descended from the sky and stopped beside the street.

"Get in the car," Christine said in a commanding tone.

Strange sat down without complaint.

The flying car took off and smoothly glided between the skyscrapers covered with green vines.

Not long after, the flying car landed on the Buster Foundation building's private helipad.

As soon as they stepped inside the building, a series of synchronized mechanical footsteps echoed from all around.

More than a dozen Ultron robots, all silver-white in color, surged out from both sides of the passage and immediately surrounded Strange.

They raised the energy weapons on their arms, pointing the muzzles directly at Strange's vitals, as if they would fire immediately if he made any sudden movement.

The building's interior was very spacious, with only a small number of human researchers operating holographic panels in the distance. Most of the security and daily management work was maintained by these Ultron robots.

Strange remained unfazed by the dark muzzle of the gun.

He didn't even glance at the robots, his gaze never leaving Christine's back.

"Please follow me." Christine walked ahead without turning her head.

The Ultron robots marched in perfect unison, escorting Strange through the long corridor.

Throughout the journey, Strange completely ignored the tense atmosphere around him. He looked at Christine's profile and began to initiate conversation.

Do you remember our first date?

"At that Italian restaurant called 'Vito,' you were wearing a black evening gown. I was so nervous I almost spilled red wine on your dress."

Christine paused almost imperceptibly.

"I was talking non-stop about neurosurgical cases, thinking it would make me seem very professional. But actually, I was just afraid that once I quieted down, you would see my palms were sweaty. That was the best night of my life..."

Christine's brow twitched slightly.

"Later, I went over to you, using the excuse that I needed to discuss the patient's condition," Strange chuckled. "I just wanted to be closer to you, to smell the scent of your hair."

"Shut up," Christine interrupted coldly.

Strange immediately shut his mouth, made a zipping motion on his lips, and nodded obediently.

But the love in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Christine's heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions, like a jumbled mess of feelings.

Every detail he described was exactly the same as what she remembered.

Is this really Stephen from another universe?