When Downey Wears a Tin Can [Comprehensive British and American]

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In the dilapidated rental house, before receiving a call from Downey.

Tony Stark is working on the electronic script he just got from Krakowski's assistant director.

—He thought he must be full of shit, or lead, so he had to agree to the audition the day after tomorrow after Krakowski called him again 10 minutes ago.

The man sitting on the sofa was shirtless, and simply put on some hemostatic medicine and wrapped a bandage. Many wounds on his body had begun to scab under the repair of the Extremis virus. Only his internal organs, which were still aching, told him that he had just experienced pain during the day. There was an unprecedented explosion.

He looked at the lines on the script.

The male number three of the gold medal lawyer is an outright villain who can bribe judges, falsifies evidence to defend rapists through legal loopholes, loves the heroine but cannot finally imprison her, and even his lines seem to be legally blind.

[Lena, you will know how much I love you. ], [The constitution is not worth mentioning in front of true love. ], [That person is not worth your second look. ], [You stay here, I can do anything for you, then I——]

Then he will be sentenced to more than 100 years without parole for multiple crimes such as kidnapping, illegal detention, serious violent injury, and illegal possession of weapons.

Tony Stark was silent for a long time, and finally clicked on the chat box with Krakowski, trying to control the strength not to accidentally smash the laptop, and planned to reject this in a polite tone. auditions.

[Sorry, director, I'm not too interested in such a retarded character. ]

Just as he was about to click send, the phone on the desktop rang quickly.

Tony Stark was a little annoyed: "Hang up, Friday."

Smart butler: "OK."

Two seconds later, the bell is still ringing, man: "Friday."

The smart housekeeper hesitated: "It's Mr. Nosy, Sir."

Yes, here at Tony Stark, Downey's remarks are meddling.

Tony Stark froze for a moment.

He stood up and took the phone, staring at the string of notes with a complicated expression.

Smart housekeeper: "If you don't answer it, the voicemail will be automatically transferred."

Tony Stark pursed his lips, slid his thumb across the phone buttons, and finally pressed answer two seconds before transferring to the voicemail.

Tony Stark: "What?"

He leaned against the window sill and waited for a while without hearing a voice: "Speak."

A workshop in the Avengers Building.

It wasn't until the man said the second sentence that Downey's rationality overcame his instinct to hang up the phone.Before he cut into the topic, he even asked subconsciously: "How is your injury?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds: "...it's okay."

Downey: "I heard from Agent Melinda that you were on your way to the hospital—"

The other end of the phone was a little impatient: "What's the matter?"

Ok.

Downey cut straight to the point: "I have a problem." He looked at the bright blue virtual light screen in front of him without pausing, "There is a metal element in the armor of the Eternal Rebels that does not exist on the Earth's known list." , that is probably the key to making memory metal. I have some conjectures about memory metal in my head, I think it should come from you, so you should know how important that metal is - can you connect to the Stark intranet there ?”

On the other end of the phone, the man fell silent again, but probably the matter about memory metal was really important, so after a brief silence, Downey received an invitation to join.

He reached out and agreed, and the next moment the virtual light screen suddenly enlarged, and a real-time dialog box popped up in the lower right corner, with Tony Stark's face inside.

The man was leaning on the window sill, covered in bandages all over his body, his face was sharply illuminated by the moonlight, and there was no expression. He just looked away calmly after meeting Downey's gaze.

Downey pushed the dense information circles on the light screen together: "This is all the information in the armor that can be scanned by the current equipment. I tried to dissolve it with all known solvents, but there was still nothing Reaction produced, these are my failure cases, including physical dissolution."

After connecting to Stark's intranet, the two shared a screen, and the person on the other side of the screen naturally saw all of Downey's failures.

Nobody falls off the chain while working.

On the small window in the lower right corner, the man quickly scanned the information in front of him with a serious expression, and after a few minutes: "Have you calculated the concentration polarization in their corrosion system?"

Downey: "There's no way to calculate it, it doesn't even dissolve."

Tony Stark: "What about reverse push?"

Donnie paused.

The people on both sides of the screen were lost in thought because of this idea. After a while, Downey stretched out his hand and wrote a series of chemical formulas on the screen: "If Fick's law is used to determine the factors of the concentration difference between the cathode and anode, it can be inferred that the dissolution of unknown metal elements rate would be more than twice the oxygen consumption, then when the two reactions reach equilibrium—”

Downey stopped what he was doing: "But what do we calculate its concentration for?"

Tony Stark held his chin: "Go on."

Donnie stopped talking, and could only follow the man's explanation and continue to follow the formula: "When the concentration of the solvent and the dissolution rate reach the limit value, the average ratio of the diffusion coefficient will not exceed two, and the average molar ratio of the limit dissolution rate will not exceed [-]." It'll be more than six—wait."

Downey stopped, and re-read the series of long formulas he had calculated.

It was difficult for him to describe the feeling of this sudden epiphany.

This is a second solution to a problem.

He heard the man on the other side of the light screen laugh: "Aliens won't discuss the oxygen content with you."

Downey put those formulas aside and recalled the three-dimensional picture: "So we just need to keep the deviation of the oxygen content at the lowest theoretical value——Jarvis!"

Smart housekeeper: "The system is configuring the dissolving agent, and the remaining time is 10 minutes."

Downey let out a long sigh of relief, and the irritable expression on his face because of the progress of the experiment finally relaxed.

Tony Stark: "Don't be too happy, you only completed the first step."

"A good start is half the battle." Downey moved his arms, and then, as if he had suddenly realized it, he said belatedly, "You already knew the way to dissolve?"

Tony Stark: "Guess."

Downey raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and slowly erased the useless formulas on the screen.

So how did someone with such a high IQ end up in such a miserable state.

He looked at the system configuration progress of the new solvent on the left side of the light screen. After solving the problem, there was no common topic.

The workshop fell into silence again.

North Brooklyn rentals.

Tony Stark was leaning on the window sill, and he subconsciously glanced at the small window in the lower right corner. The big star still organized himself very clearly today, with a blue suit shirt and a small silver vest, with a small collar pinned to the collar. The man hadn't seen the pattern clearly yet, as if he had noticed his gaze, the other party also glanced here.

His warm brown eyes captured the light from the bright blue screen in front of him, which looked too bright in the dimly lit rental house.

Tony Stark looked away and looked at the progress bar on the left again.

The air fell silent again.

Apart from work, Tony Stark rarely had a face-to-face video with someone in private. Leaving aside the grievances between the two, even his few friends James Rhodes, this distance is still the same. So close that he felt uncomfortable.

Just when he was about to hang up directly.

"What did Master Gu Yi tell you that day?"

He heard the person on the other side of the screen ask him suddenly.

"Would you mind telling me?"