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Daisy lowered her head in thought, organizing her words, "Actually, I want to understand the world, truly understand it. The East talks about cultivation, and the West talks about magic. I know these are all made up, but I still really want to know the rules of how the world operates. For me, the biggest driving force to study quantum physics is curiosity."
She spoke seven parts truth and three parts falsehood. Black Widow and the old scientist knew many secrets. When Daisy mentioned cultivation and magic, their eyes flickered, but they overlooked her slight unnaturalness.
When they regained their focus, Daisy was speaking the truth again, and the two naturally didn't sense any issues.
"Your goal is lofty. Many great scientists took that step out of curiosity at first," Daisy's answer was impeccable, and Hank Pym nodded solemnly, expressing approval.
He changed the subject and began asking specific questions.
"How much do you know about atoms?..."
"What are your views on wavelength and string vibrations?..."
"Can you briefly explain the motion laws of wave-particle duality?..."
Although Old Pym mainly studied biochemistry, he was also an absolute authority in quantum physics. His questions covered a wide range and had little connection between them.
Some of Daisy knew, some she hadn't even heard of. She was honest – if she knew, she said so; if not, she admitted it.
Despite her somewhat simple answers, Old Pym noticed the difference between Daisy and ordinary students. This girl had unique insights into certain aspects. She even claimed that two existing formulas were wrong. To support her claim, she provided two examples, which impressed Old Pym.
Parrot-like students were everywhere, but over the years, he had seen too many. However, presenting one's own views and providing evidence was exceptional. In his impression, only the top-tier scientists would spend significant time and effort to substantiate existing theories.
In the modern society of physics researchers, there were both many and few.
Why hadn't others noticed, and she had? Talent!
The initial resistance in Pym's mind instantly reversed after she showcased her talent. However, he decided to be upfront with a harsh truth, "I admire your spirit of scientific exploration. You should know I didn't have that level of quality at your age. But I need to emphasize one thing."
The old man's face was very serious, and his tone brooked no doubt, "Pym Particles are too dangerous. You can't get involved in this field. Can you promise that?"
Daisy, seeing the seriousness in the old man's words, thought it was something else. She didn't expect it to be about this matter.
Even if they handed her the Pym Particles now, she wouldn't dare to take them.
The designer and user of Pym Particles were both human. From the perspective of molecules, cells, and genes, they were designed according to human standards.
Even after Old Pym searched for a second Ant-Man for decades, he could only find one person, Scott Lang, which indicated how demanding Pym Particles were in terms of gene compatibility and other aspects.
Daisy had genetically modified Kree genes in her bloodline, and she dared not guarantee that exposing herself to Pym Particles wouldn't turn her into a puddle with a loud "bang." The image was too horrifying.
Seeing her seemingly deep in thought, the old man continued, "I once had a student, Lisa Dora. She was as intelligent and insightful as you, but she underestimated the rigor of science."
Daisy's interest was piqued, and seeing the old man teasing, she eagerly played along, "What happened later?"
"Her experimental data went wrong, she shrank to a subatomic state, entering the quantum realm without the concepts of time and space."
"I promise not to involve myself with Pym Particles," Daisy's face turned pale, and she solemnly promised.
Dr. Hank Pym had his own company, aptly named Pym Industries. However, he was now voted out by the board of directors.
Seemingly unfortunate, but a camel is larger than a horse. The old man, as a towering figure in the contemporary scientific community, held numerous titles. Among one of them, he was the honorary president of Yale University.
The old man didn't know Daisy's current position in S.H.I.E.L.D., so he gave her a contact card, inviting her to visit him at Yale University when she had time.
"Yale University..." Daisy sighed. Her best friend Angela had gone to Yale. Were they going to cross paths again?
The Quinjet landed in New Haven, dropping off the old doctor. The group, including Daisy, had to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Each had to submit a mission report before taking a break.
Back at the academy, Daisy had barely written two hundred words when Coulson, the counselor, came to get her, saying that the director wanted to see her.
Meeting with Fury again, their relationship had changed since the last time. Daisy smiled slightly, trying to be pleasing.
Nick Fury still had a stern face, skipping the usual small talk about how she was doing and whether she enjoyed the food, and went straight to the point, "What are the odds of you getting hold of Pym Particles?"
Daisy immediately refused, "I promised Professor Pym not to delve into the field of Pym Particles."
Her response was firm and resolute. For her, breaking promises might depend on the situation, but at that time several people were present. Changing her mind half an hour, who would dare to believe her in the future?
Nick Fury's one eye scrutinized her, as if trying to gauge her true thoughts. "Really? Are you sure you want to refuse? Keep in mind that S.H.I.E.L.D. has invested a lot in you."
Daisy chuckled lightly, "I'm pretty sure. I won't venture into the field of Pym Particles."
Fury glanced at her again, "Well, I won't insist. This mission was well done. Both Romanoff and Dr. Pym have praised your performance. To excel on your first mission, you're a natural agent. In the future, you could even become the king of agents." (PS: King of Agents is like the top figure in any area, here being agents)
Daisy was immune to his persuasive talk. The king of agents? What's the market value for that?
Seeing that she just smiled without expressing gratitude or loyalty, Nick Fury knew the timing wasn't right. He changed the topic, "What's your take on those well-trained mercenaries?"
Daisy believed they were Hydra agents, but she had no evidence. She could only analyze based on existing information, "They are well-trained, and their combat will is very tenacious. Despite knowing they were at a disadvantage, they fought fiercely until the last man. Honestly, I haven't even heard of soldiers like them."
If she could make Nick Fury aware of Hydra in advance, that would be perfect. S.H.I.E.L.D. still had many good people who needed protection.
In the original timeline, Daisy followed Coulson, running around aimlessly, bleeding and shedding tears. Through their efforts, S.H.I.E.L.D. degraded from a worldwide agency to a SHIELD division and finally became a small team. From going out in a plane, then taking a car, wearing a suit and tie, to being reduced to stealing a car to do things, the process took five years, a scene that couldn't be described with just the word "tragic."
Coulson was a good person with charisma, but his abilities were far inferior to Nick Fury's.
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