Chapter 333: Breakfast

Chapter 333: Breakfast

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????Yesterday's GIF winner(s): LoEnd!???? (A/N: Authors Log, Chapter 333: It's been 5 years since my nobility was taken from me. In this time, my hopes, dreams, and ambitions have slowly withered away, leaving me a broken and hollow shell of my former majestic self. Today, like ever other day, a new usurper wears my family's heritage upon his head, prances around my castle, and sits upon my throne. What more can these peasants possibly take from me?)

Scott Lang groaned and rubbed his eyes as he slowly awoke from a good nights sleep. He was disoriented and confused for a moment, unsure of where he was when he was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.

After agreeing to spend the night at Hank Pym's house, in order to start his training bright and early, Scott retired to a guest room and awoke to the sun's rays beading down on him.

"Huh?" Scott grunted as he found an unknown figure leaning against the wall by the door, staring at him. "Who the hell are you?"

Scott's sleep dazed eyes adjusted to see an unfamiliar woman. She was wearing a sleek black suit and had a stern look on her face. Scott couldn't help but feel intimidated by her.

"Have you been standing there watching me sleep this whole time?" He asked, creeped out.

"Yes." She replies uncaringly.

"Why?" Scott couldn't help but ask. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.

"Because the last time you were here you stole something." She answered, eyeing him as if he were a kleptomaniac, who would steal everything her family owned if she wasn't keeping watch.

"Who are you?" Scott asked groggily.

The woman's expression turned even colder. "I'm Hope Van Dyne," she said curtly.

Hope continued to glare at him. "And you're the man my father chose over me to become Ant-Man."

Scott blinked in surprise.

He had no idea that Hank Pym had a daughter, let alone that she was upset with him. "I'm sorry?" he said tentatively.

Hope shook her head, clearly not interested in hearing his apologies. "You shouldn't be here," she said pointedly. "My father made a mistake in choosing you. You're not fit for the job."

Scott bristled at her words, feeling defensive. "I did what I had to do to see my daughter again." He said firmly. "And I'll prove myself one way or another."

Hope turned to face him. "Proving yourself to my father is one thing," she said icily. "But proving yourself as Ant-Man is another. And you haven't done that yet."

Scott opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say anything, he noticed something odd and terrifying that he didn't notice earlier.

"Oh! What the f*ck!" As Scott was about to get out of bed, he recoiled in fright when he saw large insects crawling all over the floor. "Whoa... Are those ants?"

Hope continued to stand calmly among the bugs. "Paraponera clavata. Giant tropical bullet ants. Ranked highest on the Schmidt pain index. They're here to keep an eye on you when I can't." Without another word, she turns and walks out of the room, leaving Hank alone among the insects.

"How am I supposed to get out of here?!" Scott called out but received no reply.

"So this guy stole your company and is recreating your suit?" He summed it up simply.

"Yes, and we need you to break into the company and destroy the suit alongside all of his research." Pym nodded.

"Is that why you chose me? Because I have experience in this?" Scott asked, as breaking into companies was a specialty of his.

"It's one of the main reasons, yes." Pym nodded his head.

Scott frowned.

It might have been wishful thinking, but last night when they were convincing him to become Ant-Man and join the Avengers, he couldn't help but feel as if they saw something in him.

Some kind of heroic quality that no one else could see, but now he found out that they only needed a good thief...

Scott couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over him.

Seeing this, Peter spoke up. "I just want to make it clear that I'm not recruiting you into the Avengers because of your criminal skills."

Scott turned to him doubtfully.

"We already have many agents who are far more skilled than you when it comes to theft." Peter says, thinking of the top-level Shield agents in his employ. "I'm recruiting you because I think you have what it takes to be an Avenger. It may sound a bit cringe, but I think that you have what it takes to be a hero, Scott."

"But you don't even know me..." Scott replied hesitantly.

"I don't?" Peter asks as he whips out his phone and taps it a few times. "Scott Lang, 35 years old. Date of birth xx/xx/19xx. Social Security Number ends in 5124. An ex-con, who has already been fired from two separate jobs since his release 4 days ago. Ex-wife Maggie Lang and daughter Cassie Lang..."

Peter says as he gives everyone a brief glimpse of Scott's profile and records before getting to the good stuff.

"Before prison, you had a high-paying job at a company called VistaCorp, though you were fired when you tried to expose their unethical and illegal practices. Desperate to support your wife and daughter as well as find proof to take down the company that wronged you and so many others, you turned to burglary and were caught stealing from the company's CEO." Peter explains.

Scott's mouth dropped open in shock. Although he tried to explain all of this in court, everyone simply wrote him off as a lying criminal.

"Did I miss anything?" Peter asks.

"No, that's all correct." Scott nodded dumbly.

"Wait!" Hope cut into the conversation with a deep frown. "I looked him up and his records say nothing about any of that."

"Well, the Avengers have access to a lot more information than you." Peter answered with a shrug.

Meanwhile, Pym simply smiled as he watched his daughter's impression of his chosen successor slowly change.

Of course, he knew everything that Peter just said was 100% true, as he personally investigated using his Ant-Man suit, which is why he was so dead set on Scott taking his place.

"Now that we're all on the same page. I believe it's time to start Scott's training..."

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