Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

At the entrance of Kamar-Taj, there are several steps under the quaint wooden door. On the steps, a white man with a beard and messy hair is sitting there somewhat decadently, still knocking on the door unwillingly.

"Please open the door and let me in. I am not a bad person. I am here to heal my hands."

Seeing that no one paid attention to his shouting and no one opened the door for him, Stephen Strange stopped his hoarse shouting and leaned against the wooden door, breathing heavily and taking a rest.

Looking at his own hands that were covered with scars and trembling constantly, he felt irritated and depressed.

"boom!"

He punched the steps below, then when he felt the pain he put his hands in his arms and continued to sit with a grimace.

Seeing the passers-by looking at him with strange eyes, Stephen Strange closed his eyes, leaned against the wooden door and began to rest.

The accumulated fatigue now ran out of his body, causing him to fall asleep in a daze while still leaning against the door.

In his dream, his experiences during this period flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

His name is Stephen Strange. He has been an excellent student since childhood and is a genius. He holds a Doctor of Medicine degree from Columbia University and is a neurosurgeon at a famous hospital in New York.

He is like the Hawking in the field of neurosurgery. He has a very high status in neurosurgery. He has published many important scientific research reports and invented many advanced treatments. Many patients have benefited from his treatments, and he has also gained a lot of honors and wealth.

The extraordinary talents he had acquired since childhood and the wealth and fame he gained later made him feel elated. He felt like he was the protagonist in the story, just as outstanding, just as handsome, and just as charming.

He thought that his peak life had just begun, and his fame would grow greater and greater with the accumulation of time and the display of his talents.

The Nobel Prize, world-renowned expert in the field of neurosurgery, and many other honors and titles are waiting for him to obtain.

Until the car accident happened some time ago, all his future plans were shattered. His hands, which he was proud of and praised as the hands of God by countless patients and doctors, were torn into pieces by the windshield and other glass fragments and gravel because of the car accident.

After multiple surgeries and repairs, his hands have only recovered to what they are now, covered in scars, trembling constantly, unable to hold a water cup steadily, and unable to even shave himself.

The expensive surgery cost him the loss of his accumulated wealth, and his paranoid personality and his manic arrogance also made him lose the company of his loved ones.

If he could choose again, he would never say those words in his irritability and anger. Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and time cannot be reversed. He has deeply hurt the other person's heart, and his behavior has left him with no way or opportunity to express his love.

Later, during an occasional rehabilitation training, the young man who looked down on his arrogant attitude told him that a patient with lower body paralysis who he had refused to treat before had actually stood up again after such rehabilitation training and could even play basketball flexibly on the court.

He was shocked and confused, but he didn't dare to give up the little hope he had finally heard.

Finally he found the patient he had been with before and saw him on the court with his own eyes.

Originally, the patient was indifferent to Stephen Strange, the doctor who refused to treat him.

But after seeing those scarred hands and the familiar despair and the last bit of light in his eyes, the patient softened his heart and told him about the mysterious Kamar-Taj and everything he had encountered.

Stephen Strange, who had received decades of scientific education, found it hard to accept the idea that mysterious magic could heal injuries as severe as paralysis of the lower body.

However, faced with the real examples in front of him, he had no choice but to accept this magical setting.

Finally, when scientific medicine could no longer save his hands, he embarked on a journey to find Kamar-Taj and came here.

In fact, Stephen Strange has been extremely conflicted and entangled in his heart about whether Kamar-Taj can cure his injuries.

On the one hand, there is modern medicine, which he has studied for many years and has achieved brilliant results in. On the other hand, he has witnessed with his own eyes that patients with lower body paralysis were able to stand up again and play basketball.

If he were to accept that mysterious powers could heal injuries that modern medicine could not, it would be tantamount to denying modern medicine.

He is very proud, so he does not want to deny modern medicine, which has brought him a very high status and great achievements.

Because if he denies modern medicine, it would be equivalent to denying his previous self, making all his years of study and achievements a joke.

But he also wanted to heal his injuries. Modern medicine had no way to treat his injuries, so he could only place his hope on the mysterious magic that he did not want to acknowledge.

After being kicked out, Stephen Strange realized that he had done a stupid thing and failed to grasp the hope that he had grasped with great difficulty.

So even though Master Modo had just told him to leave, he still squatted at the door and refused to leave.

He stayed like this from early morning to afternoon, without eating a single bite of food or drinking a single sip of water, his hair disheveled, lying at the door of Kamar-Taj like a savage, as if to say, "If you don't let me in, I'll stay here forever and bring shame to everyone."

"Open the door, please." Stephen Strange pried at the door in a hoarse voice. His mind was confused and his movements were somewhat mechanical.

Just as he continued to bang on the wooden door and shouted weakly, the wooden door suddenly opened.

Stephen Strange didn't react for a moment and rolled directly into the door due to inertia.

When he saw the scenery that was different from outside the door, the quaint bluestone slabs and Master Modor standing in front of him, he realized that he was finally let in.

Although he was very weak because he had not eaten or drunk any water, the hope of healing his hands made him stand up quickly from the ground, and then he said to Master Modo: "Thank you for letting me in, I am here."

Before he could finish, Master Mordo raised his hand and interrupted him, saying, "I know what you are here for. I have been listening to you for a whole day. You don't have to repeat yourself."

"Most people come here with the same purpose as you, but they are not as rude and unreasonable as you."