Christmas Vacation

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Mr. Ward spent the first few days feeling uncomfortable, and he didn't find much difference from before. Previously, he had to play the role of a stupid and bold secret agent, and now he was just switching roles.

When Daisy entered the set, the crew was shooting in an orderly manner.

There weren't many scenes in the laboratory, mainly a few people gathered around velociraptor eggs, watching the scene of velociraptor birth. The eggs were props, and velociraptors wouldn't actually hatch. They had to act with empty hands, and the computer would add them in post-production.

The main character in this scene was Leo Fitz, played by Leo Fitz, the secondary male character, a mathematician who was focused on mathematics and consistently opposed cloning dinosaurs.

To play this role well, Fitz obviously spent a lot of time. He grew his hair longer, wore a pair of black-framed glasses, dressed in a somewhat outdated leather jacket, and had some unknown accessories on his pants pocket and wrists, he was dressed like a rock youth.

Beneath the wild appearance was a delicate and cautious mathematical attitude.

Opposite him in the scene was a Chinese agent.

Fitz concealed his nervousness with casualness.

He performed in his true colors, he asked the dinosaur geneticist somewhat stutteringly, "How do you know they are all females? Did someone go to the park to lift up the dinosaurs' skirts?"

The Asian agent, with his back to the camera, responded, "Controlling their chromosomes isn't difficult. All vertebrate embryos are naturally female; they need external hormones during development to become male. We can control it as long as we don't provide them."

Fitz sat casually on the equipment but had a serious expression on his face. "Your control won't succeed. Evolutionary history teaches us one thing, that is, life is unrestricted. Life can always break the shackles, explore new territories, and overcome obstacles. It may be painful and even dangerous, but..."

Fitz's face contorted into a weird smile, his five fingers closed and then opened in an explosive gesture. "That's life."

The Asian scientist smirked at him as if looking at a fool. "Are you saying a group of female animals will reproduce?"

Fitz looked directly into the camera through his glasses. "I can't guarantee that, but I know life will find a way."

"Brilliant!" Coulson stopped the camera, and the assistant director Happy, along with a group of main actors and crew members, applauded Fitz's performance.

The still introverted Fitz could only awkwardly smile at his colleagues. He could talk endlessly about professional knowledge, but in this scenario, he didn't know what to say.

Applause, praise, cheers—no one would dislike these things, and Fitz liked them too. His gaze erratically drifted towards Jemma Simmons, the girl he had been concerned about. Did he now have the courage to confess to her?

He was looking at her, and Simmons was looking at him. Their eyes met in the air, then quickly averted.

"Life will find a way. Although I'm not a scientist, I have to say, Daisy, your lines are really well written. May I take the liberty to ask, how did you come up with this line?" Coulson curiously asked Daisy.

She couldn't say it was one of the classic lines from a past life. Instead, she could only use her experience to describe the story of a literary girl in a church school, but particularly liked Darwin's theory of evolution. It had a plausible basis, making it seem like a believable story.

Americans may seem to mention God every day, but in reality, there are few believers. Agents who wander on the edge of life and death lack respect for the old man in the sky. From Coulson's personal point of view, Daisy represented the image of a contemporary young people resisting customs and believing in science.

Everyone looks at each thing in a different way, and different people interpret this sentence in different ways.

Fitz, Simmons, and other scientists liked this line a lot, silently warning themselves to be cautious in scientific research.

The frontline agents, including Coulson, felt that the film had deep implications. If the movie could make people aware of the dangers in the world and reduce the chances of reckless behavior, they would consider the film successful.

Grant Ward, as a member of Hydra, also passed on this classic quote to his superiors. As for what secret intelligence the higher-ups could analyze from this sentence, it had nothing to do with him.

Comrade Old Pym spent two days researching and handed over a pile of calculation data to Daisy. According to him, the current level of Earth's physics had reached its limit. Unless there was a groundbreaking discovery, humans would need at least a hundred more years to enter the space age.

Although humans couldn't achieve it, combining Daisy's abilities made it possible. The next step required her own research.

After calculating for two days, Old Pym, with the idea of relaxing his mind, went to shoot scenes.

Daisy occupied the magpie's nest and took over the old man's laboratory, conducting various experiments every day like a mad scientist. This left Grant Ward, who had been preparing to use his charm on her, speechless. No matter how charming he was, it was useless if he couldn't see her.

His role as the male lead made him very prominent on the set, but his activities were limited. Even with a few listening devices in place, all he could hear from Daisy's direction were occasional explosions and a bunch of formulas with unclear meanings. The laboratory seemed to have strong interference, and the sound distortion was severe. All he could do was collect remnants of explosions and recordings, handing them over to Hydra for analysis.

Time passed quickly, and the initial adjustment period for the film crew was completed in a month. The indoor scenes in the laboratory were mostly finished. They all packed up and went their separate ways because it was time for Christmas.

"How much have you mastered?" Dr. Pym asked Daisy when leaving Yale.

"If there are detailed coordinates, I can teleport within a range of ten kilometers. Beyond that, I can't guarantee accuracy," Daisy honestly thought she was pretty good! Within a ten-kilometer range, very few could catch up with her, and even if she couldn't win a fight, she could run!

Old Pym tilted his mouth, seemingly unsatisfied.

Daisy asked him to look at her hands. The originally smooth and white arms were covered in bruises caused by resonance. She had to stop for a while to let her body recover.

"The resonance problem... One is to increase your own strength, and the other is to dampen vibrations," the old man thought for a while again.

Daisy didn't want the old man to worry about her affairs. In this month, Dr. Pym had lost a lot of hair due to continuous thinking, accelerating his aging process.

"Don't worry, I have S.H.I.E.L.D. backing me up. I can meet all these conditions. You should go home and take a good rest!" The old man's wife was gone, and his relationship with his daughter was also strained. He had been kicked out of his own company. Thinking about it, his situation was quite miserable.

The few people in the company were all given time off. David Liebermann, the otaku, went home to accompany his wife who was about to give birth anytime soon.

Miss Maid was also sent on a plane by Daisy. Regardless, parents still needed to be looked after.

Mr. James Wesley went to Spain to accompany his former boss.

True best friend Angela was with her parents. Angela had invited her to celebrate the holidays together, but she declined. Sharon Carter, the fake best friend, was going back to the UK to visit her aunt.

Daisy enjoyed a peaceful time, driving back to New York alone.

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