Chapter 328: Ant-Man

Chapter 328: Ant-Man

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An elderly man made his way through the bustling streets of San Francisco, his mind buzzing with curiosity and dread. N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

He was dressed in casual clothes and prescription glasses, his grey thinning hair slicked back, feeling like a relic from another era amidst all the sleek suits and designer bags of those around him.

As he approached the towering glass building before him, which housed Pym Technologies, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. This was his legacy, his life's work.

[Insert picture of Hank Pym here]

Stepping through the sleek, modern lobby, Hank couldn't help but feel a bit out of place.

"Dr. Pym?" An older security guard asked in shock.

After all, Hank hadn't visited the company in a very long time.

"Yes. I'm still alive." Hank Pym smiles, remembering this security guard specifically. "John, right?"

The guard smiles and lets Pym enter the building without any trouble, though he didn't make it very far before he was stopped once again.

"I.D." A much younger security guard stated as he stepped in Pym's way. 'Is that old fossil just letting anyone through?'

He had no idea who he was blocking.

Hank smiled as he pointed to the massive painting of himself in his younger days hanging on the wall. "Perhaps that will suffice?"

The young guard's eyes widened as he hurriedly stepped out of the way. "I'm very sorry, sir. Please come in."

"Is that Hank Pym?"

"It looks like it."

"He's much older than I thought he would be..."

"I've worked here for over 10 years and this is the first time that I've ever seen him..."

Ignoring the stares and whispers, Hank took an elevator up to one of the higher floors, where a professionally dressed woman stood, waiting for his arrival.

She has a heart-shaped face, striking blue-green eyes, and straight shoulder-length brown hair.

[Insert picture of Hope van Dyne here]

"Good morning, Hank." She spoke indifferently.

"Hope. Would it kill you to call me dad?" Hank frowned sadly.

Hank's daughter, Hope, was the main reason that he hasn't been to his own company in such a long time.

Due to her anger toward him for abandoning her after her mother's heroic death, she eventually rose to a high level in the company and wound up casting the deciding vote that kicked him out of Pym Technologies.

"Well, Dr. Cross will be so please that you could find the time to join us today." Hope completely ignores his words and walks off, expecting her father to follow.

And so he did.

"Don't be crude, Frank. It's not a suit, it's a vessel." Cross clarified. "What's the matter? Not impressed?"

"I think that I can speak for everyone and say we're all impressed." A man dressed in a high level military uniform spoke. "But I'm also concerned. Imagine what our enemies could do with this..."

Hank nodded, agreeing completely though he didn't have a chance to speak.

"We should have a longer conversation about that. I really value your opinion. Thank you for coming." Cross spoke quickly as he turned to Hank's daughter. "Hope?"

Understanding what he wanted, Hope stepped up and opened the doors. "I want to thank everyone for coming. I will escort you out now. Thank you." She said as everyone left, leaving only Cross and Pym behind.

"You seem a bit shocked." Cross states, enjoying the look on his 'mentors' face.

"Darren, there's a reason that I buried these secrets." Pym tries to reason with him, though his words only seemed to brighten Cross' mood.

"So you finally admit it. We could've done this together, you know? But you ruined that. That's why you're the past and I'm the future." Cross says as he turns and walks out of the room.

"Don't do this." Pym stands from his seat and practically begs, but Cross doesn't listen, leaving the old man alone in the board room.

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After personally escorting everyone out of the building, Hope bumps into her father on his way out.

"We have to make our move, Hank." Hope spoke in a hushed tone.

Although she may hate her father for abandoning her when she needed him most, she most certainly didn't agree with Darren Cross stealing her parent's heroic legacy and selling it to the highest bidder.

"How close is he?" Pym asks.

"He still can't shrink a live subject. Just give me the suit and let me finish this once and for all." Hope seemed ready to fill her father's shoes.

Though he didn't agree.

"No." Pym flat-out refused.

"I have Cross' complete trust. It's now or never..." She wasn't happy with her father's response.

"It's too dangerous." He shook his head, resolute in his answer.

"We don't have a choice!" Hope said heatedly.

"Well, that's not entirely true..." Pym said with a far-off look.

"?" Hope raised a brow in question.

"I think I found a guy." He cryptically revealed.

"Who?"

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A prisoner in an orange jumpsuit sat on his bunk, staring at the calendar he had marked off with a crayon, as he wasn't allowed any sharper utensils, when suddenly, his cell door swung open, revealing a familiar guard on the other side.

"Lang, get up!" the guard shouted. "It's your big day. Time to grab your stuff and get out of here."

"Hold your horses. I'm coming..."

[Insert picture of Scott Lang/Ant-Man here]

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