Chapter 332: Welcome to the Team

Chapter 332: Welcome to the Team

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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 helmet."

Pym merely 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 moment, Pym shook his head in disappointment. "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 some ants to spy on him as well...

'I need to be careful on my way home.' 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 moment things get tough, you turn right back to crime." Pym's correct assessment 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 some time 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 name 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 formed on Pym's face.

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 meant to be a superhero or the responsibilities that came 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. Welcome to the team, Scott."

Peter stood up and clapped him on the back. "We're gonna have some fun, you and me."

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 meal 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 meditation, an interesting thought occurred to me 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 some 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 mentor 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 shame 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 mentor and a father, Pym forced us to spread our wings on our own."

Although his words were meant 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 meaning hidden behind her words.

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