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"Theoretically," he smiled confidently.
"With sufficient technology and this serum, this injection alone could not only reverse aging, but directly..."
She could easily become Superwoman.
Tony's brow furrowed even more.
"but...,"
Henry's smile quickly faded.
"That's where the problem lies."
He pointed to Peggy's almost zero vital signs on the screen.
"The energy required for this kind of cell regeneration is astronomical. Aunt Peggy's current body simply cannot withstand it. If we force the injection, the only consequence will be that she will be drained into a dried-up corpse in an instant."
Tony's expression grew even more serious.
He understood what Henry meant.
They lack the most critical technology.
"We need Asgardian technology," Tony said in a deep voice.
"Our technology is not yet at the point where it can reverse time."
"That's right." Henry nodded.
"So…" The two brothers looked at each other and said in unison.
"Asgard."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
It seems the trip to Asgard needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
"Okay, so our top priority now is to find a way to contact that blond, big-chested guy who just went back to his hometown to visit relatives." Tony rubbed his temples, feeling like his schedule was already booked into the next century.
"The problem is, how do we contact him? We don't even know Asgard's customer service number. Are we supposed to do something like in those old movies, draw a circle on the ground, and shout to the sky, 'Odin! Send me money! Oh no, I mean, Odin! Can I borrow your medical pod?!'"
Tony was really having a bit of a headache.
He felt that ever since Henry returned, his life had abruptly transformed from a sci-fi blockbuster into a...
A fantasy/mythological drama. This made him, a staunch believer in science, very uncomfortable.
He could understand that Hydra was under S.H.I.E.L.D.; human nature is inherently complex.
He could accept an alien invasion of Earth; the universe is so vast, it would be strange if we didn't have any neighbors.
But now, magicians, the divine realm, have regained their youth.
These words popped out one by one, each challenging his worldview.
He felt like a mathematician who firmly believed 1+1=2, suddenly told that 1 and 2 are just zeros of some kind of organism.
"Who said we were going to contact him? Let alone the fact that he'll come looking for us himself." Henry rolled his eyes.
Have you forgotten what we have?
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.
A blue energy cube appeared on the screen in the medical center's observation room.
Cosmic Cube.
"This thing is essentially a spatial portal. If we can crack its spatial coordinate algorithm, theoretically, we can go to any corner of the universe. Of course, that includes Asgard," Henry continued to explain.
Got it!
"However, this will take some time. Jarvis is performing calculations 24/7."
"How long will it take?" Tony's eye twitched; he had a bad feeling.
"At the current pace, it should take about three to five years?"
Steve and Peggy could clearly see that Tony seemed to have heard a joke.
Three to five years? Does he have some misunderstanding about the unit of time?
Or did he think that solving the Cosmic Cube was like brewing wine, where the longer it's aged, the better it becomes?
Who is Tony Stark? He's the genius who can build the Arc Reactor from a pile of scrap metal in a cave!
He's a genius who can upgrade and iterate a complete set of Iron Man armor overnight!
Three to five years? In that long, he could marry Jarvis off and have an artificial intelligence grandson.
This is no longer stating a difficult problem; it's an insult to his intelligence and ability.
He took a deep breath and spoke calmly.
"Henry, perhaps you should rephrase your words."
He put the glass back on the bar and looked at Henry speechlessly.
"The number you just mentioned, the unit after it, is a week, or a month, or at most a quarter, right? Tell me, is this your way of being humorous about speed?"
Tony hypnotized himself.
Calm down, must be calm.
He is Tony Stark, a well-educated billionaire.
I can't stoop to the level of this brat who's still breastfeeding.
He's the older brother, so he should act like one.
You must not lay a hand on them, absolutely you must not lay a hand on them.
At most, when I get back, I'll format all his game saves a hundred times.
Henry shook his head, feeling nothing at all, and even a little amused.
That's so classic! That look of wanting to explode but holding it in for the sake of saving face is just like that of a character in a congressional hearing in a movie.
The same person rolled their eyes in anger at the meeting.
My older brother's arrogant and spoiled habit is truly ingrained in his genes.
However, it is true that solving the Cosmic Cube does take time.
Although he knew the principle behind it, knowing the principle and actually building it are two different things.
This is like an ordinary person knowing that an atomic bomb can explode, but if you give him a bunch of uranium, he can only use it as a paperweight.
This kind of precise technical work still requires professionals like Tony and Banner.
Of course, he was mainly a bit lazy and didn't want to do anything.
Three to five years was already an extremely high estimate based on his assessment of Tony's abilities.
"Of course it's the New Year," Henry said matter-of-factly, picking up a piece of fruit from the fruit plate next to him and popping it into his mouth, speaking indistinctly.
"What else did you think? Cracking a cosmic artifact containing the power of the Space Stone? You think it's like cracking the backend program of a vending machine? Tony, aren't you getting a little too confident lately? Do you really think you're the greatest genius in the universe just because you've taken care of a few Hydra minions?"
"Those guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. have been studying this thing for decades, and besides making a few energy guns, they haven't even scratched the surface. For us to be able to completely analyze it in three to five years is like trying to solve the Riemann Hypothesis with a kindergarten diploma."
"This is enough to prove that the Stark family's intellect is at least a hundred years ahead of its time. You should be proud of that, Tony, instead of throwing a tantrum like a child who didn't get candy."
"I'm losing my temper?!"
Tony felt like he was laughing in exasperation.
He sprang up from his chair and slammed his hands on the bar, making the glasses clink.
He pointed at Henry, his tone becoming more forceful.
"I'm throwing a tantrum?! Henry Stark! You call this throwing a tantrum?! Three to five years!! Do you even know what that means?! By the time you figure out that damn cube, we could be throwing Aunt Peggy's funeral!"