Stark Building.

"What are they doing?" Natasha Romanov walked into the workshop that Tony built on the villa, watching the busy Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, and asked the captain Steve Rogers, who was sitting on the sofa.

"This question is very good, but as an old antique, I can't explain it." Steve Rogers rubbed his face with both hands. He now deeply regretted why he had proposed to supervise them. Everyone in the team was busy, only him, and two research madmen stayed in this basement twenty-four hours a day.

If he could understand or understand what Tony and the others were doing and saying, it would be fine. The key to the problem was that he didn't know what they did! He didn't understand what they said! This made his supervisory behavior almost useless. It would be better to leave here and go outside with Natasha and the others to do something within his ability.

"Upgrade Jarvis?" Natasha Romanov asked as he thought of something.

"No, no, we are creating a more efficient language of writing." Tony Stark turned around and shook his finger at Natasha Romanov.

"I thought you two would not be affected by the outside world when they communicated." Steve Rogers complained rarely. God knew what kind of mental torture he had suffered these days. Cold violence was not enough, but he automatically lost the qualification to interrupt when facing two smart people who were extremely knowledgeable and had a very fast mind.

This is really uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than when he couldn't go to the battlefield and could only be a morale-booscope on the stage.

"That's because Natasha is very beautiful and much more attractive than you," Tony said, shrugging his shoulders and corrected: "Okay, actually our work has come to an end, and we just have a little free time."

"You said you are creating a language?" Natasha Romanov looked at Tony and the other two in surprise.

"It's urgent." Tony Stark shrugged, "If we want to quickly mature the evolution of civilization, we must have an efficient information reading technology, as well as a simpler, but with enough information. The former can allow us to read the technology of miracle civilization more efficiently, while the latter can serve as a carrier for the spread of these technologies, saving a lot of time in the future.

Their technology has developed too rapidly and surpassed us too much. If we use existing text and reading methods, it is really a millennium project!"

"Language and words are the foundation of a civilization, it is so important! So Stark and I plan to solve this problem first. Otherwise, the project volume will be too large and we don't have that much time." Bruce Banner said. The two walked down from the virtual workbench, swept their hands along the way to the corner one by one, and finally sat on the sofa, rubbing their brains tiredly.

"You guys look tired?" Natasha Romanov asked tentatively as he looked at the tired and haggard two people.

"Don't worry about us. Before Modu left, he prepared some drinks from their mage for us, which was quite refreshing." Tony Stark picked up a glass of green and oily drink on the table. He unspoken the lid with Dr. Bruce Banner, put the bottle on his lips, and tilted his neck to pour the potion into his throat at the same time. Soon, the effect of the medicine came into effect immediately. Under Natasha Romanov's strange gaze, the two trembled a few times, then twisted their necks, and the fatigue on their faces dissipated most of them. Although they could not be called refreshed, they were in a much better condition.

"It is very effective, can clear the mind and keep people calm. When I am emotional now, it depends entirely on it." Bruce Banner put down the empty cup in his hand and smiled gently. He is very satisfied with his life during this period, has like-minded partners, and can also do the research he wants to do. He is calm and does not need to worry about Hulk coming out to make trouble. It is perfect.

"So, you have created your words?" Natasha Romanov still felt a little incredible.

"Under us?" Tony Stark pointed at the suspicious Natasha: "We have found some language experts to attend classes these days and read the books they recommend. It took us more than two days to catch up with their level. Then we searched all the language systems in this world and touched inspiration. It took a little longer here."

"You found it?" Natasha Romanov also became curious.

"Ancient Chinese." Tony Stark changed to Chinese directly, and his words were straightforward and round. "This language is closest to our needs. It only has more than 3,000 commonly used characters, but it can be combined into endless combinations. What's more, when needed, it can be concise enough. A few thousand words can cover everything and explain the principle of a cycle of heaven, earth and man."

"so?"

"The bad thing is that it is still not accurate enough, or it does not meet the accuracy we need. We still need to be more concise and ensure that the interpretation is accurate enough!" Tony Stark waved his hand, and one of the words that looked a bit complicated and had three-dimensional sense on the two-dimensional surface were virtually projected in front of Natasha Romanov's eyes, like stars, rotating counterclockwise around her with Stark's rotation gesture.

"Well, how do you popularize them?" asked Natasha Romanov. "S.H.I.E.D. can't help you at all now."

"Why do you need to popularize them?" Tony Stark smiled unyieldingly.

Natasha Romanov was stunned. He created a word that was not popular. What was the point?

"It's too troublesome to promote a new language. Even if Professor Bruce Banner and I can do it, it will take a certain amount of time to reverse people's concepts. What we need most now is time." Tony Stark smiled confidently: "In the face of this situation, we usually use technology to solve it."

"Regeneration Cradle!" Tony Stark spit out the answer.

"Ultron?" Natasha Romanov obviously knew this technology, and thought of a problem in the future.

"Yes, I invested in Dr. Hailun Zhao's project and obtained a technical license. Dr. Banner and I will transform it into an auxiliary intelligent machine that helps learn and read translation information. In fact, if the technology licensed, I would rather use the method of memory crystal implantation to directly learn some knowledge and language systems. But the technology tree is too complicated, especially now, I have a deep understanding of my father's mood: it is not that it cannot, but the times limit me!"

Facing the fantasy of two geniuses, Natasha Romanov and Steve Rogers looked at each other and were speechless.

"By the way, Natasha, why are you here? Shouldn't the anxious Nick Fury squeeze you every minute and every second during this period?"

"When Modu provided us with real medicine and some mage assistance, he brought the message from the ancient master Kamataj." Natasha Romanov looked at the serious Tony Stark and Bruce Banner: "Thirty years of body selling contract, or an Infinity Stone."

"Thirty years are too long." Dr. Bruce Banner smiled awkwardly.

"Where are we going to find an Infinity Stone?" Tony Stark also frowned, but soon they thought of something and looked at each other.

Jane Foster!

Thor!
Chapter completed!