The day was bright and sunny in Greenwich Village, New York. Birds chirped, children played, and the Sanctum Sanctorum ran smoothly under the watchful eye of Dr. Stephen Strange and his trusty companions, the clock and Wong . They were enjoying an afternoon of leisurely reading through ancient tomes when suddenly, a loud crash echoed throughout the sanctuary. Strange looked up from his book, his eyebrows furrowed he muttered "I knew a quiet day of reading was too good to be true". The clock stopped fluttering for a moment before resuming its rhythm, as if sensing something unusual. A pile of rubble lay on the floor, revealing a disheveled man clad in black pants and a torn shirt . Recognizing the face of Dr. Bruce Banner, Strange's brows raised in surprise. "Bruce? What are you doing here?" he asked, getting up from his chair.

As Banner struggled to catch his breath, he looked around the room, his eyes darting from one artifact to another. His voice trembled as he spoke. "I need to speak to Tony Stark. It's urgent." The tone of his words sent a chill down Strange's spine. He knew of Stark, the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, but he had never seen him in person. "Tony is not here," replied Strange, hesitating for a moment. "But he can be reached through the portal. Why don't you tell me what's going on and we can see if it's something he should know about?"

Dr. Bruce Banner shook his head , his eyes wide with fear. "I need to speak to Tony Stark," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "It's about the time stone..."

Strange and Wong exchanged puzzled glances. The time stone was a powerful artifact that could manipulate time itself. Its loss or misuse could have catastrophic consequences.

"We'll go check on the time stone at Kamar-Taj," Strange decided. "You stay here with Dr. Banner, make sure he's safe and comfortable."

Wong nodded, his face set in determination. "I'll watch over him like a hawk."

With a nod of acknowledgement, Strange and the Clock of levitation disappeared in a portal of light, leaving Wong to tend to the now unconscious Banner. As Wong gently lifted the scientist's head onto his lap, he noticed the deep worry lines etched across his forehead. "What could have caused this?" he wondered aloud.

Meanwhile, at Kamar-Taj, Strange arrived at the chamber housing the time stone, his heart pounding with anxiety. He placed his hand on the cool, smooth surface of the stone, focusing all his energy on sensing any disruptions in the present timestream. But nothing seemed amiss. He tried again, closing his eyes and concentrating harder, but still, nothing untoward presented itself.

Puzzled, he withdrew his hand and stood up, deep in thought. Something wasn't adding up. If there were no disturbances in the timestream, why had Dr. Banner fallen through the sanctorum in such a state of fear? As he pondered this conundrum, he felt a sudden tug at his mind. It was a familiar sensation, but faint and distant. Like countless whispers in the wind. Dr. Strange closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation. It was coming from the time stone. Doctor Strange stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the glowing Time Stone. With a deep breath, he reached out, letting his consciousness slip into the endless streams of time. Visions of possible futures cascaded before him, each more harrowing than the last. In one, darkness engulfed the universe as malevolent forces tore through the fabric of reality. In another, allies turned to dust, their cries echoing in the void. The weight of potential loss and devastation pressed upon him, but he searched tirelessly for that one glimmering strand of hope. As Doctor Strange delved deeper into the tangle of timelines, he saw that one way or the other the world was going to fall into chaos and the only way to prevent this time line from falling to it like the others is to start making changes learning from there counterparts' mistakes first, getting every one on the same page.