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As Pym entered the room, he made sure to glare at Peter, showing his annoyance at his interference.
But rather than complaining, Pym turned to Scott and smiled.
"I told you I'd be in touch, Scott." He sat across from Peter, leaving Scott to stand in confusion.
"Oh, sh*t..." Scott instantly realized why this old man's voice sounded so familiar. "You're the guy from the helt."
Pym rely nodded as he settled into the couch, resting his old tired body.
"Look, I'm sorry that I stole the suit. I won't ask any questions, so let's just go our separate ways, okay?" Scott offers as he eyes the exit, hoping to get the hell out of this place.
Looking at him for a mont, Pym shook his head in disappointnt. "You know, you're ex-wife was right about you."
Scott froze as his eyes went wide. "...How do you know about that?"
'Did he have ants watching Pym earlier as well?' Peter wondered as his impression of Pym changed a bit. 'This guy is one hell of a spy...'
As he thought this, Peter couldn't help but wonder whether the old man had ordered so ants to spy on him as well...
'I need to be careful on my way ho.' He thought as he eyed his body, looking for any stowaway insects.
"I understand why she's trying to keep you away from Cassie. After all, the mont things get tough, you turn right back to cri." Pym's correct assessnt hit Scott right where it hurt. "The way I see it, you have two choices. You can either waste the rest of your life as a criminal, watching your daughter grow from a distance, or you can take this opportunity."
"What opportunity?" Scott needed so ti to process everything. "I don't understand..."
"No, I don't expect you to. But you don't have many options right now. And quite frankly, neither do I. Why do you think I let you steal that suit in the first place?" Pym revealed.
"What?" Scott asked in shock as he realized that all of this might have been a complete set up.
"Scott, we need a new Ant-Man. And we think you're the man for the job." Peter said, confusing him even more.
"What the hell is an Ant-Man?" Scott asks skeptically. "I've never heard of it."
Although Ant-Man was a well-known legend among spies and those with enough power and money to acquire the information, the normal population have never heard this na before.
Hank sighed, knowing this wouldn't be easy. "Well, Ant-Man was the alias I'd use back in the day."
A reminiscent smile ford on Pym's face.
"I created a suit that allowed to shrink down to the size of an ant while maintaining my full strength. With this suit, I was able to fight cri, serve the country, and perform miracles." He explained.
"So you're saying you were like an old version of him?" Scott raised a brow as he turned to Peter.
Hank nodded. "Yes, but it wasn't just about stopping cri or stopping war. My work as Ant-Man allowed to do sothing even more important."
Scott looked intrigued as he inched forward in interest.
Pym continued. "It allowed to help people on a microscopic level. I was able to explore the world of atoms and molecules, and I discovered things that no one else had ever seen before. I used this knowledge to help develop new technologies and dicines that could save lives."
Scott looked impressed. "So what happened? Why aren't you still Ant-Man?"
Pym's expression darkened. "I don't know if you've noticed, Scott, but I'm a bit past my pri these days."
Of course, that wasn't the real reason.
Whenever Pym even looked at his suit, let alone wore it, he couldn't help but think of his beautiful wife.
His wife, Janet van Dyne, disappeared during a mission in the 1980s. Her husband was the Ant-Man, making her the Wasp, a team that battled everything together on a miniature scale.
During a mission to disarm a Soviet missile, Janet had to shrink down to a subatomic level to disable the missile's trigger chanism.
However, in the process, she beca trapped in the Quantum Realm, a dinsion that exists at a subatomic level, and was presud dead.
Hank was devastated by Janet's loss and blad himself for not being able to save her, leading him to subsequently retired from his superhero duties and refused to let anyone else take up the mantle of Ant-Man or Wasp, out of fear of losing them as well.
'Maybe I should drop so hints about her survival?' Peter wondered.
Scott nodded, understanding now. "So that's where I co in. You want to take your place as Ant-Man?"
Hank smiled. "Yes, exactly. I believe that you have what it takes to be a great Ant-Man, and I want to train you to use the suit safely and effectively."
Scott blinked. "But, I'm just a petty thief."
"Exactly," Hank said, his eyes twinkling. "You have the skills we need. And we're willing to offer you the opportunity of a lifeti."
Scott looked at them skeptically. "Why ? Why not soone else?"
Hank leaned forward. "Because I think you're the only one who can handle it."
"And I'm willing to sweeten the deal." Peter cut into the conversation, piquing Scott and Pym's interest. "As I said, if you impress enough, I'll hire you as an official Avenger. And let tell you, the pay and perks that every Avenger enjoys are very generous."
Scott seed interested, as he needed a job and no one else was hiring ex-cons, but most of all, this was a very well-respected legal job that he wouldn't be ashad of.
"And secondly, I can help with getting joint custody of your daughter, Cassie." Peter threw out the real bait.
Instantly, Scott's heart skipped a beat. This was everything that he ever wanted.
"H-How?" he stamred.
Peter grinned. "Let's just say I have so connections, but most of all, the Avengers have so very good lawyers on retainer."
With Nelson and Murdock on the case, Scott can rest assured.
Though, he would probably have to call in a few favors as well. After all, with Scott's record it'll be an uphill custody battle.
Scott stared at Peter, unable to believe what he was hearing, his eyes slightly misty. "I... I don't know what to say."
Hank smiled. "Say yes."
Scott hesitated. He didn't know what it ant to be a superhero or the responsibilities that ca with it.
He wasn't sure if he had what it took. But then he recalled the perks of the deal, and thought of his daughter, knowing that he had to take this chance.
"Yes," he said, looking between Hank and Peter. "I'll do it."
Hank grinned. "Excellent. Welco to the team, Scott."
Peter stood up and clapped him on the back. "We're gonna have so fun, you and ."
Scott smiled, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Maybe things were finally starting to look up for him.
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In a very expensive restaurant, Cross and Hope sat across from one another, enjoying their al in silence.
Though, that silence didn't last long.
Cross looked up from his plate. "You know I've been thinking a lot about gratitude lately, and today during my morning ditation, an interesting thought occurred to and I think it might apply to you as well."
"How's that?" Hope asked, hoping that this dinner would end quickly.
Although she didn't want to be here, it was necessary in order to keep her cover as Cross' loyal supporter.
If she had things her way, Hope would already be wearing her father's suit, thwarting Cross' plans and sending him to prison.
But sadly, her father refused her request over and over.
"Gratitude can be forgiveness." Cross says as if he were so Buddhist monk. "I spent years carrying around my anger for Hank Pym. I devoted my genius to him. I could've worked anywhere and I chose my ntor poorly..."
He turns a sympathetic look toward Hope, though she couldn't tell if it was genuine or not.
"You, on the other hand, didn't even have a choice. He never believed in you. It's a sha what we had to do, but he forced us to do it, didn't he? But we shouldn't be angry. Instead, we should be grateful. Because of his failures as a ntor and a father, Pym forced us to spread our wings on our own."
Although his words were ant to be comforting, Hope couldn't help but feel an odd air to them, as if she were talking to a sociopath, who only spoke what he thought others wanted to hear.
"You deserve everything coming your way, Darren." Hope said with a smile, a hidden aning hidden behind her words.
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