I'm a hero in Marvel

A few months after Tony Stark announced the Helium-3 Project, the global energy landscape has undergone tremendous changes. Superpowers have stopped investing in oil energy and turned to new energy. This decision has caused countless conflicts and debates, and in a senior meeting room in Washington, a heated debate is underway.

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense. President Johnson sat in the center of the conference table, frowning and crossing his arms. Secretary of State Samantha Brown and Energy Secretary Mark Davis sat on either side of him, their faces full of anxiety and fatigue. Opposite him, Secretary of Defense James Wilson and Director of Intelligence Karen Smith also looked serious.

"We can't just give up oil," James Wilson slammed the table, his voice deep and powerful, "This is not just an energy issue, it's a national security issue!"

"James, you have to understand that helium-3 is a brand new energy source. Its potential far exceeds that of oil," Samantha Brown responded calmly, with a firm voice. "We must adapt to the changes of the times, otherwise we will be eliminated by history."

"But we can't ignore reality!" James' voice rose an octave. "Our economic foundation still relies on oil. Transformation takes time, and we don't have time!"

“Time is what we make it,” Mark Davis interjected, his voice small but powerful. “The development of helium-3 will bring unprecedented economic growth and technological progress. We must seize this opportunity.”

President Johnson was silent for a moment, his eyes swept across everyone's face, and then he slowly spoke: "I understand your concerns, but we must have a clear direction. Tony Stark's plan has been launched, and the world is watching our response."

Karen Smith interrupted at this time, her voice calm and reasonable: "We have received intelligence that other superpowers have begun to invest fully in the research and development of helium-3. If we don't follow up, we will fall behind."

"But we cannot ignore the reality at home," James Wilson still refused to give in. "We have millions of workers who rely on the oil industry for survival. If we suddenly transform, they will lose their jobs and society will fall into chaos."

Samantha Brown's eyes became more determined: "James, we can help these workers transition through retraining programs and financial compensation. We can't stand still because of fear of change."

"Retraining? Financial compensation?" James sneered, "Do you know how much money that would cost? Our current financial situation simply cannot support such a plan."

"We can raise funds through international cooperation and investment from private enterprises," Mark Davis took over the topic. "Tony Stark has expressed his willingness to provide technical support and financial assistance. What we need is a clear policy direction."

President Johnson took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the city outside. His voice was low and heavy: "I know this is a difficult decision, but we must be responsible for the future of the country. We can't give up long-term interests because of the difficulties at hand."

He turned around and looked at everyone with a firm gaze. "We will fully support the helium-3 program and develop a detailed transition plan to ensure that oil industry workers can make a smooth transition. Samantha, Mark, this task is up to you."

Samantha and Mark nodded, determination glittering in their eyes.

James Wilson was still unwilling to accept it, but he knew that it was meaningless to continue arguing under such circumstances. He sighed and sat down slowly: "I hope you are right."

After the meeting, Samantha and Mark walked out of the conference room and ran into Tony Stark, who was wearing his iconic suit as always, with a confident smile on his face.

"I heard you just had a heated meeting," Tony teased, "What was the result?"

“We’ve decided to fully support your helium-3 project,” Samantha replied, “but it won’t be easy, and we need your help.”

"Of course, I'm always here," Tony smiled, "You made a wise decision, and the future will prove it."

Mark nodded, his eyes firm: "We need to develop a detailed transition plan to ensure that workers in the oil industry can make a smooth transition."

“I’ve got some ideas,” Tony said. “We can help them transition through technical training and financial compensation, while using the economic growth of helium-3 to create more jobs.”

Samantha smiled slightly. “That sounds good. We need a detailed plan and implementation plan.”

Tony patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, everything will go smoothly."

At this moment, an assistant ran over in a hurry, his face pale: "Mr. President, there is an emergency!"

President Johnson frowned: "What's going on?"

"The oil producers in the Middle East are holding an emergency meeting and they are threatening to cut off our oil supplies," the aide gasped.

The atmosphere in the conference room became tense again. James Wilson's face became even gloomier: "This is what I'm worried about. We can't ignore reality!"

Samantha Brown took a deep breath and said calmly: "We must immediately start a dialogue with them, explain our position, and seek the possibility of cooperation."

Tony Stark chimed in, "We can alleviate their concerns through technological cooperation and economic assistance, while speeding up the development of helium-3 and reducing our reliance on oil."

"Catherine, we have to speed up." Deputy Minister Jack Wilson pushed open the door of the office and hurried in. His face was full of anxiety.

“I know, Jack,” Katherine turned around, her brow furrowed, “but the challenges we face are not just technical, they’re also political.”

"You mean those congressmen who oppose our new energy plan?" Jack frowned. "They only see the immediate benefits but not the future."

Catherine nodded, walked to the desk and picked up a document. "This is the latest budget report. Our funds are almost exhausted. If we don't take action, our plan will come to a standstill."

“We could apply for more federal funding or seek private investment,” Jack suggested.

"It's not about money, Jack," Catherine sighed, "What we need is time and support. Those opponents are exerting tremendous pressure in Congress to try to stop our plan."

At the same time, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, at the space agency headquarters in London, James Howard, director of the UK Space Agency, was holding an emergency meeting with his team. The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense, and everyone's face was full of anxiety.

"We must complete the assembly of the rocket before next month, otherwise our plan will be forced to be delayed," James said firmly.

“But, James, there’s a problem with our supply chain,” engineer Emily Stewart stood up and spoke urgently, “The delivery of key components has been delayed, which will seriously affect our progress.”

James frowned. "We don't have time to wait any longer. Contact the supplier and tell them that they must deliver on time no matter what."

"I've contacted them, but they said that the current production line is running at full capacity and they can't deliver ahead of schedule." Emily shook her head helplessly.

"Then find another supplier," James patted the table, "We can't let anything hinder our plans."

In Paris, French Space Agency director Marie Dupont faced a similar dilemma as she stood in front of a whiteboard in a conference room, marker in hand, giving her team the latest mission updates.

"We only have two months to launch our rocket. If we miss this window, our plan will be forced to be postponed for a whole year." Mary's tone was firm.

“But, Marie, we’re already over budget,” worried Pierre Leblanc, the finance director. “If we continue like this, we won’t be able to afford the rest of the expenses.”

“We can seek international cooperation,” Mary suggested, “sharing resources and technology with other countries, which can reduce our financial pressure.”

"International cooperation? You mean with Russia?" Pierre frowned. "Although their technology is advanced, the political relationship between us has always been delicate."

“This is not a political issue, but a scientific issue,” Mary said firmly. “We must transcend national boundaries and work for the common future of mankind.”

Meanwhile, in Moscow, Igor Petrov, head of the Russian Space Agency, was having an intense discussion with his team. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

"Our rocket engine test failed, which will seriously affect our launch plan." Engineer Andrei Sokolov said in a heavy tone.

"We don't have time to make large-scale changes," Igor said calmly. "We must find the root cause of the problem and solve it quickly."

"But, Igor, this requires a lot of money and time," Andre shook his head helplessly, "Our current budget is already very tight."

“We can seek international cooperation,” Igor suggested, “sharing resources and technology with other countries, which can reduce our financial pressure.”

"International cooperation? You mean with the United States?" Andre frowned. "Although their technology is advanced, the political relationship between us has always been delicate."

"This is not a political issue, but a scientific issue," Igor said firmly. "We must transcend national boundaries and work for the common future of mankind."

Back in Washington, Catherine and Jack are holding an emergency meeting to discuss how to deal with the current predicament.

"We must find a solution," Katherine said firmly, "whether it is through political means or technical means, we cannot let our plan fail."

“Maybe we can seek international cooperation,” Jack suggested, “sharing resources and technology with other countries, which can reduce our financial pressure.”

"International cooperation?" Catherine frowned. "You mean with Britain, France, and Russia?"

"Yes," Jack nodded, "They are also working on a space program. If we can work together, it will greatly speed up our progress."

Catherine pondered for a moment, then nodded firmly, "Okay, contact them and see if they are willing to cooperate."

A few days later, in a conference room at the United Nations headquarters, Catherine, James, Mary and Igor gathered together to discuss future cooperation plans.

"We must transcend national boundaries and work for the common future of humanity." Catherine spoke first.

"That's right," James nodded in agreement, "Our goals are the same. Only by working together can we realize our dreams faster."

“We are willing to share our technology and resources,” Mary said, “but the prerequisite is that we must establish a fair and transparent cooperation mechanism.”

"I agree," Igor nodded, "Only in this way can we ensure that the interests of every country are protected."

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and Kevin Roberts, the respected CEO of an oil trading company, walked in with a hurried pace. His face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed.