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Captain America's recovery process needed time and this incident was classified as a top-secret matter by S.H.I.E.L.D. Apart from those present at the scene, no one else could know, and no records were to be left behind.
"Go back to your school. I'll give you a task later. You're not to be involved here with Captain America," even to loyal agents like Coulson, Fury spoke firmly, as Coulson's emotional state might give away something once he returned to the agency.
"And don't tell Ms. Peggy Carter for now," Fury softened his tone slightly with Sharon's, but his words were still commands. Sharon nodded, agreeing to keep quiet.
Finally, he looked at Daisy, shaking his head slightly. This subordinate of his was too restless, jumping around so much; he needed to find something to keep her occupied.
On the way back, he asked Daisy, "How much energy can your arc reactor provide? Is it enough to lift a helicarrier into the sky?"
Huh? Are we starting to research helicarriers now? Daisy thought for a moment. "The cold fusion reactor, according to my calculations, can work continuously for 50 years and generate between 100 to 200 megawatts of electricity. By adjusting the output power, it can provide enough energy to power New York City for 20 years in half an hour.
But how would an aircraft carrier fly? Just having power isn't enough, right?"
Nick Fury was silent for a few seconds. "Our Quinjets already have vertical takeoff and landing technology, and Wakanda has agreed to provide us with turbine engine technology. However, we lack the vibranium energy supply; we need to make some modifications."
This time, Daisy took a bit longer to think. She recalculated over a hundred parameters, then shook her head. "I think it's very difficult. A helicarrier is too large, and creating the propulsion system needed to lift it into the air isn't easy..."
"If I assign this modification project to you, can you complete it?" Fury stared at her with his one eye.
The term "modification project" automatically translated into "modification funds" in Daisy's ears...
Funds! What an exhilarating word! She knew Nick Fury currently had a large sum of money at his disposal.
She was too poor. After buying a seaside villa, she felt she should also buy a yacht. And after buying a yacht, would she not need to buy a private jet as well?
Daily expenses, clothing, ammunition, maintenance of training facilities, not to mention the annual property tax and Lorna's tuition fees—all these miscellaneous expenses added up. Being rich was not easy.
She wasn't like Stark, a true tycoon with a large conglomerate supporting him, where income and expenditure were proportional. She was artificially wealthy—her small company had days where it brought in a haul and days when it didn't.
Now, hearing about a major project, her eyes lit up.
The few troublesome numbers she had previously found difficult to deal with could be calculated with a supercomputer; it just took time. Danger could also help with optimization. And Professor Xavier's Blackbird aircraft also had vertical takeoff and landing technology, serving as another reference.
The lazy part of her mind had been knocked down and rubbed on the ground by another hardworking, ambitious part...
"Actually, when you think about it, it might not be impossible..." she scratched her head, speaking vaguely.
Nick Fury, seeing through her expression as if he had long understood her, was very satisfied with Daisy's attitude.
Greed for money is nothing. Subordinates with strong ability and moral flaws are good subordinates.
Conversely, having a subordinate with strong abilities and moral qualities akin to a saint is dangerous because you don't know what they might ultimately desire after enduring humiliation and hardship.
Those with lofty ideals, once they set their minds on something, can cause destruction ten thousand times greater than those greedy for money.
"I want to see your design proposal as soon as possible," Nick Fury concluded the conversation.
Returning to her villa, Daisy began various calculations with Danger. The reactor she previously made for Obadiah was designed to be compact, with many parameters already reduced by a third. Now, neither the shrunken version nor the original was suitable; she needed to create a large-scale arc reactor.
With the experience from before, many values were ingrained in her memory. Moreover, with Danger's help in conducting various simulated experiments, she didn't need to rely solely on her powers to generate data. Although the volume of data increased, the operability and stability also improved accordingly.
After three days of busy work, she finally went to Nick Fury with the final design drawings, a thick stack of papers in hand.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., she wasn't the only one knowledgeable about scientific technology. Nick Fury is a schemy guy; he initiated a bidding-like activity, soliciting design proposals across the agency.
He had his tricks, and Daisy had her countermeasures.
Senior agents were all from a background of fighting and killing, even those like Sitwell and Victoria Hand, who hadn't been on the frontlines for a long time and had transitioned to administrative roles.
Among senior agents, scientists were rare, and their research directions were very broad. They usually kept to themselves and weren't particularly focused on nuclear energy.
As for the nerds in the science department, Daisy, a Level 7 agent, completely overwhelmed them.
She could talk eloquently with the generals at the Pentagon and sparred verbally with Victoria Hand in front of people every day. Daisy was now a big shot within S.H.I.E.L.D.
With Hill helping to pass on information and Mockingbird using her reputation to intimidate people, several nerds with ideas all retreated.
They weren't as talented as Howard Stark. Trying to create a reactor out of thin air in just a few days was incredibly challenging. With their immature ideas and various external pressures, they all threw in the towel.
So this time, Daisy had no competitors!
Nick Fury looked at her drawings and nodded, looking satisfied. Daisy sneered; if you could understand this, I'd eat the drawings!
Indeed, Nick Fury couldn't understand them. After all, Daisy, without rest for 72 hours and researching for three days and nights, had produced this product. Even if Tony Stark came, he would need to study the drawings for a while. Fury was just acting to keep up his image.
"Good, very good!" Nick Fury's eyes were blurred from looking at the numbers covering the pages. He knew about Daisy's little tricks, but he only cared about the results, not the process.
The two went to the underground weapon modification factory at headquarters. Daisy needed to create a physical prototype of the reactor first and then conduct various calculations to meet theoretical standards before installing it on the aircraft carrier.
"I won't introduce you. This is your acquaintance, Dr. Williams," Nick Fury pointed to the person in charge on-site and said to Daisy.
She blinked. Wasn't this short, Mediterranean-haired old man one of Obadiah's subordinates?
The old man seemed to know she was coming and didn't care about her status as an agent, smiling as he greeted her, "Miss Johnson, we get to work together again. I'm really happy."
Daisy glanced at Fury. Was it a tradition for S.H.I.E.L.D. to recruit enemy scientists?
Since they were acquaintances, she had nothing to say. Let's get to work now.
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