S.H.I.E.L.D., Helicarrier.
Reed Richards was temporarily confined to a small bedroom, surrounded by alloy walls without even a single window.
The wall facing the corridor was made of transparent material, but it was a special Nanomaterial, one of Tony's inventions. The Arc Reactor's outer shell was made from the same material, and it was actually sturdier than the alloy walls.
Mister Fantastic was only a little crazy, not stupid. Once his excitement over discovering the Alternate Dimension faded, he began to sense that something was seriously wrong.
The Baxter Building needed to be repaired, and someone had to take responsibility for the chain of car accidents on the streets around it. All of that would cost a great deal of money, and he might even face charges.
At the same time, even if S.H.I.E.L.D. helped him suppress news of the failed experiment by claiming it had been a natural gas pipeline explosion or something, the spatial rift beside Mars would not disappear because of that.
That was the real problem. He wondered how Tony's progress was going. Could he actually close the rift? What was his approach? Would it work?
Thinking of this, Reed could no longer lie still, even though the single bed in the confinement room was very soft. He got to his feet and paced around the room like an ant on a hot pan.
"When unobserved, a quantum system exists in a superposition of 'decayed' and 'undecayed' states. If we regard the universe as a whole, then once we find a way to observe both sides of the spatial rift simultaneously, its wave function should collapse..."
As he paced, he muttered to himself with his head lowered. Numbers and symbols flashed through his mind, arranging and recombining as he deduced theoretically possible solutions.
Reed favored using