Marvel turns into Iron Man

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, in the west of Los Angeles, in the penthouse on the cliff of Malibu Beach, in the studio in the basement.

"Jarvis—the output power is limited to [-]% of the output, ready for the first test."

In order to dig Captain America out of the ice in the far north, she spent two days building a model of a cutter.

When the time comes, she'll build a scaled-up laser cutter to melt the ice that cuts through the Frozen Bomber.

The drill bit is the popular choice, but it is also the worst choice. She has the ability to make better ones, why not?

"The materials you ordered have been delivered to Los Angeles, and will be delivered in about half an hour."

"Very well, Jarvis, it's still fast...Come on, let's see how it works."

As she spoke, she reached out and opened the laser disintegrator device in front of her that was specially made for breaking ice.

In less than a second, the disassembler fired a red laser, instantly melting through a steel plate three meters away.

It was a metal chromium plate fixed in mid-air. Chromium is a metal with extremely high hardness and is also very resistant to corrosion.

In front of the laser decomposition equipment, the four-centimeter metal plate was torn directly like a layer of paper.

"Continue with the energy storage test, I'm going to take a rest first—"

As she spoke, Miss Stark reached out and picked up the dark sleeveless shirt she had taken off from the computer desk.

Today, for work needs, she changed into overalls and a white lab coat by the way.

For the first time, the long hair was not pulled up, but was casually draped over the shoulders, but it was a bit more feminine than the curly hair.

"I still need some industrial-grade cutting equipment, and... a container that can hold the Rubik's Cube."

She was muttering something, but in the blink of an eye, she came to the basement, the storage room on the lower floor of the garage.

This is the warehouse of the entire villa, which looks abnormally messy, with random debris piled up everywhere.

Near the wall, there is a wooden door behind several stacked cardboard boxes, which is the document storage room.

She didn't care about the dust on the sundries, and stretched out her hand to push away the cardboard box in front of the door, coughing a few times due to the flying dust.

The dust and smoke cleared, and old Howard's document storage room was in front of him, and it seemed that it hadn't been touched for a long time.

All those old father's documents were placed here when Miss Stark moved here.

She has never seen those things, and those things have been hidden until today.

The warehouse hadn't been opened for a long time, and the air inside was a bit cloudy. Fortunately, an air intake grill was installed in the room.

She turned on the main switch of the fresh air system, closed the warehouse door again, and waited for about half a minute before re-entering.

Howard's file storage room is a large underground warehouse of hundreds of square meters, with metal shelves neatly placed inside.

The things here are Howard Stark's lifelong painstaking efforts. Although they are just some paper, they carry priceless scientific research data.

When she moved into this luxurious penthouse in Malibu, she brought people to pack the entire warehouse.

Although Miss Stark didn't pay attention to the research records left by her father these years, at least she still has a catalog in her hand.

It was left when sorting out and relocating these research data records. Unexpectedly, I will still use it one day.

"So, the research on the hypercube in Dad's file directory is in..."

Holding the catalog with document numbers tightly in her hand, she walked along the corridor between the shelves.

Fortunately, Papa Howard's research results were all sorted out clearly, and she found her goal easily.

It was a gray-black light alloy safe with a height of half a person leaning against the corner of the wall.

Miss Stark didn't know what kind of alloy it was made of, but it didn't rust at all after so many years.

She reached out to brush off a layer of floating dirt on the safe, looked around with her eyes, and frowned involuntarily.

From the very beginning, Miss Stark never thought of coming here to see the research records left by her father.

Perhaps it is the inherent conceit of a genius, she has always been quite disdainful of what the old Howard left behind.

Dad can do it, he can do it himself, and he can do it better than him——

She wanted to seal up this document storage room forever, but she didn't expect it to be seen again today.

The research materials left in the warehouse are the lifelong painstaking efforts of Old Howard.

It can be seen that Father Howard is indeed a genius, but he cannot realize it due to the times.

Maybe.....When I encounter some special circumstances, such as lack of money, I can come here to find inspiration?

Thinking like this, Miss Stark nodded slightly, and put the folder in her hand back to its original place.

On that folder, there was also a yellowed note with the words "energy position generating device" written on it.

Putting the folder back, she slowly squatted down and looked at the alloy safe left by her father.

She didn't know the combination of the safe, but...she still had the master key that Howard had left for her in her hand.

After opening the alloy safe, what she saw was a small box that also seemed to be made of metal.

Just below the metal box, there are two thick notebooks and a dozen stacks of yellowed manuscript paper.

"I remember that I was looking for research materials on hypercubes. What is this?"

Miss Stark shook her head lightly, and reached for the metal box in the safe.

The box is pure black, and it is impossible to analyze what it is just by touching it.

There are no patterns or marks on it, but the shape is a bit like a metal biscuit tin.

When she pried open the upper cover of the metal box, the contents inside immediately caught her attention.

Just at the bottom of the box, there are five small cubes lying quietly, exuding a dark blue cold light.

"Wait—wait, is this thing what I think it is?"

As if remembering something, she immediately closed the box tightly and put it aside.

Her gaze fell on the yellowed manuscript paper under the box, and she reached out to take out the coefficients of the manuscript paper.

She kept flipping through the manuscript paper and notebook in her hand, and it took about a few minutes to finish.

The answer, as she thought, was simple, yet a bit unacceptable.

The contents of the box are the dissipated energy crystals of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube extracted by the Hydra organization back then.

The former Hydra developed many advanced energy weapons, all driven by this crystal.

Even after more than seventy years, the crystals hidden here are still filled with space energy.

The reason why the energy inside the crystal did not volatilize was mainly because of the metal box outside.

The black metal box was conveniently made by Howard, and it is specially used to hold the energy crystal of the Rubik's Cube of the Universe.

Special materials can prevent the outside world from detecting the inside, and at the same time stop the crystal from dissipating energy.

If her theory is okay, maybe this is her best way to find the Black Widow bomber.

"Miss, I need to bother you. The materials you ordered have been delivered to the door of the villa."

"Mr. Harold, who is in charge of transportation, wanted to come in, but I stopped him and was knocking on the door."

The sudden sound of Jarvis' voice interrupted Miss Stark's thoughts and made her stop thinking.

She didn't expect that the materials she ordered would be delivered so quickly—and the head of her bodyguard personally delivered them.

After quickly packing up the materials in her hands and the box containing the crystals, she closed the door of the safe and slowly left the warehouse.

When she opened the gate of the villa, what she saw was a commercial vehicle parked on the street not far from the gate.

Beside the silver-gray business car, there was a burly man in a suit who was sweating profusely and anxiously waiting for something.

"Happy? Happy?"

Seeing the man standing by the car, Miss Stark couldn't help showing a sly smile on her face.

As she spoke, she walked slowly across the stone road between the lawns and came to the side of the commercial vehicle.

"Er . . . I think so, miss, I'm having a good day."

Harold Joseph Hogan - head of Miss Stark's personal bodyguard team, nicknamed Happy.

"I brought the things you ordered from the warehouse early in the morning."

Seeing his employer approaching him, Mr. Bodyguard stretched out his hand and opened the back door of the commercial vehicle.

In the trunk of the commercial vehicle, a silver alloy suitcase was lying quietly.

"But I don't understand why you insist on these things?"

"No big deal, I'm just going to make a suit for myself."

As Miss Stark said, she reached out and took the metal suitcase full of various materials from Happy's hand.

She opened the suitcase in front of the other party, and counted the specific quantity of the materials placed inside.

"I understand, it's probably something with a little more technology, right?"

"Yes, it's a little bit higher than [-]~"

As a person close to Miss Stark, Mr. Bodyguard still has some understanding and experience of her way of thinking.

My employer is not only a lady from a wealthy family, but also a scientist with a strong desire to create.

Hmm... In her own words, she should be an inventor who has mastered cutting-edge technology.

However, Happy Hogan himself is more accustomed to using the word scientist to refer to his employer.

After all, that's how it's done in Hollywood sci-fi movies, isn't it?

"So, don't you have your own costume designer, boss?"

"...carbon nanotubes, graphene, and high-polymer materials in sufficient quantities, um... what did you just say?"

"Nothing, ma'am, have a nice weekend—"

Seemingly realizing that what he said was a little out of his head, Happy Hogan immediately showed a professional smile.

As a bodyguard with professional dignity, he swears that his smile is only for his boss, not for others.

"Of course, you too—"

Although the other party was his bodyguard, he rarely entered her villa on his own initiative.

Seeing that the other party meant to leave, Miss Stark waved at him and replied with a smile.

A few minutes later, her figure appeared again in the basement of the mansion.

To be precise——in her private studio in the basement of the mansion villa.

She has graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology three times, but majored in mechanical engineering.

She purchased a lot of materials, the main reason being to protect herself.

Miss Stark intends to create a new type of cloth, which can protect her personal safety from threats.

Not only is it used as a shock absorber inside the future Iron Armor, but it can also be worn in everyday life.

Therefore, this also requires that the production of this new type of fabric must meet three special requirements.

That is light, easy to cut, but also has the general cushioning force of non-Newtonian fluid.

In future battles, relying solely on the buffer structure of the Iron Armor may not be enough.

What's more--Miss Stark never wanted someone to shoot herself when she was walking on the road.

"Jarvis, activate the projection equipment and open the intelligent creation interface."

In the next second, a large number of dynamic information window interfaces appeared in the semi-open studio.

They are all over the walls, floors, tabletops, and ceilings, looking so complicated and gorgeous.

Manipulation interfaces, scrolling data, and dynamic image displays are everywhere.

It's as if the entire studio has become a large computer display interface.

"Start the simulator - the main body is made of composite materials, and carbon nanotubes are laid as the central framework."

"The graphene material is connected between the frameworks, and the composite material unit builds a lattice map targeting the electronic framework."

Layers of overlapping blue projections are fitted layer by layer into the projection equipment molding stand on the workbench.

Accompanied by Miss Stark's words, Jarvis realized her vision step by step.

The materials she ordered showed a very regular arrangement on the projection clock.

This is a new nanoscale material, a wearable electronic computer cluster.

"Miss, the simulation program shows that there is no problem with the materials, but...we are short of enough materials."

"Of course I know that the nano liquid metal is too expensive to replace the filling material with an aluminum matrix."

Hearing Jarvis' reminder, Miss Stark couldn't help rolling her soft eyes.

Why didn't she realize that the materials she ordered were not enough, but those things were too expensive.

"Now, I just need it to be bulletproof, cold-proof and warm-keeping."

If nothing else, she will head to the North Pole wearing a suit made of this new material.

If there is no accident, the clothes made of this kind of cloth can make her completely ignore the cold wind in the extreme north.