The current defender of the Sanctum Sanctorum, Wong. was having a battle with Baron Mordo. The latter was attempting to summon Space Phantoms from the Quantum Realm into the Sanctum Sanctorum with the fate of the entire universe and multiverse itself on the line. In short, it was a day that ended in a "Y."
Wong had served many roles over his many years as one of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. Warrior. Bodyguard. Librarian. And now, he was Sorcerer Supreme. Even though he had already died once before, he was not afraid of it. The stand-off between himself and Baron Mordo had lasted for the past few hours, with neither side giving in.
"Master Wong, you cannot repel these forces from my domain forever." Baron Mordo said through gritted teeth, sweat going down his brow. "You must give in eventually."
"It's not your domain." Wong said, just as exhausted as Baron Mordo was yet still resolute. "As long as I still have blood to spill, the Sanctum Sanctorum remains strong against intruders. And I have skin as thick as an elephant's. It's good to have dreams though."
"Why do you do this to yourself, Mordo? Every week it's yet another ill-fated scheme. Siding with Dormammu, trying to prevent Stephen from returning to his body, the alliance with Loki… none of them have worked before. Why should they work now?"
"Because my mortal enemy has left the Sanctum Sanctorum unguarded." Baron Mordo boasted.
"Do you mean Stephen?" Wong laughed. "You must be joking, Mordo. Time is already developing strangely. Similarly, this is a strange time for you to develop a sense of humor."
"But I have reclaimed my childhood title! I have elevated the art of sorcery to its highest peak! I have challenged him like NO ONE ELSE HAS!" Baron Mordo roared.
"Did you kill him, like Dormammu did? Multiple times, I might add? And even that didn't take?"
"No." Baron Mordo hadn't seemed to have considered this. "But eventually-"
"Butts are for sitting or ashtrays." Wong said. "You are merely a pain in mine when I could be watching my stories. As for Stephen, the only way you could be considered his greatest enemy is that you're the one who he's foiled the most times. At best, you're a villain of the week."
"I WILL NOT BE LECTURED BY A MERE MANSERVANT!" Baron Mordo roared, lunging at Wong.
Wong rolled his eyes.
"I'm bored now. You're boring me."
He ended his spell of protection, and fell through a portal of his own making and now faced the gate to the Quantum Realm. Baron Mordo fell right through the gate, realized his mistake, and attempted to surface again, but the Space Phantoms he had assumed would be loyal to him were now dragging him back inside. Wong set up the spell of protection once again.
Baron Mordo was screaming even more insults at Wong as he struggled against the Space Phantoms, but the spell of protection prevented him from being heard.
"Read my lips." Wong said, sounding out every syllable so Baron Mordo wouldn't miss a single word. "Doctor Strange is not your archnemesis. You are your own worst enemy. Stop your attempt to revenge yourself upon the order that sheltered you, before you hurt yourself."
And with that, Wong shut the entrance to the Quantum Realm for good. Only one Space Phantom had managed to break through. A simple spell would destroy it before it began to feast the dimensional barriers between the Quantum Realm and Wong's own reality. Unfortunately, Wong never got the chance to make good on his desires.
Wong.
The Space Phantom couldn't believe its own luck. It slunk out of the Sanctum Sanctorum, hungering for nothing more than to drill more holes into the Quantum Realm.
…
The Hulk came to rest in front of the Sanctum Sanctorum. It had been only a few hours since the Snap had begun. Only a few people noticed him. Most of them were concerned with their own affairs.
The Hulk brought his fist down on the door of the Sanctum Sanctorum. It shattered upon impact. Whether he had meant to do that or had simply just been trying to knock, only he knew for sure.
"WIZARD!" Hulk said. "WHERE ARE YOU, WIZARD? HULK WANTS TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THANOS AND STUFF!"
He lumbered across the halls of the Sanctum, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing all over.
"HULK HUNGRY. HULK EAT WIZARD'S FOOD." Hulk called out.
Hulk lumbered over to the kitchen. He extracted a pint of ice cream that had his face on it.
"WHERE HULK'S ATTORNEY WHEN YOU NEED HER?" Hulk yelled. "HULK NO SIGN OFF ON THIS ENDORSEMENT. PUNY BANNER ALWAYS TAKES HULK'S PAYCHECKS. HULK SMASH!"
The Hulk ripped the refrigerator out of the wall, and tossed it across the hall, sending its contents hurtling out as it soared through the air and landing with a deafening crash on the Hoary Hosts of Hoggarth.
"HA." Hulk laughed. "HEY WIZARD, IF NO WANT HULK TO BREAK STUFF, BETTER SAY SOMETHING."
The next half-hour or so was spent rampaging around the Sanctum Sanctorum as The Hulk let off some steam. But eventually even he became bored with smashing.
"BO-RING. GUESS WIZARD GONE." Hulk said. "HULK WAIT."
Initially, Hulk had tried to jump as high as he could in order to reach space and find Thanos, but even his powerful lungs couldn't handle the lack of oxygen. So instead he had decided to return to where he vaguely remembered a wizard's house after landing back on Earth that morning. After all, Heimdall's magic had sent him away from space. Therefore, it only made logical sense that magic could send him back.
And so, Hulk sat on the stairway, jumping over the hole he had made earlier and waited patiently. His heart rate began to slow down as he gazed up at the orange sunset.
"WONDER IF BETTY WATCHING SUN GET REAL LOW." The Incredible Hulk mused. "HULK MISS BETTY. MAYBE HULK FIND GARDEN FULL OF PRETTY FLOWERS, BRING THEM TO BETTY. MAKE HER FORGET ALL ABOUT PENCIL-DICK. BUT HULK DON'T FEEL LIKE IT RIGHT NOW. FOR NOW, HULK… HULK WILL… LOOK UP AT PRETTY STARS."
Hulk.