There’s a lot of information which isn’t technically pertinent to any of us anymore, now that we’re here. And yet I’d still like to know.

( At the prospect of new knowledge, he’s always like a dog with a bone: wants to sink in his teeth, wants to know and understand everything. Even if it’s not true anymore, Strange wants to grasp how it once was. )

Even if hearing it gives me a migraine. Because, I mean. The Masters of the Mystic Arts, the keepers of the Time Stone— our job was to prevent undue influence, to keep our singular timeline from tangling up and gnarling into a knot— if there were others pulling strings that we weren’t even aware of, I don’t know how the fuck to feel about that.

So. Tell me everything anyway.