Chapter 339: Recruitment

Chapter 339: Recruitment

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The grand lobby of the Avengers Tower hummed with energy and purpose. Peter stands near the entrance, clad in his spider suit, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Those passing by stare in awe, as Spider-Man very rarely ever comes to the lower floors of the tower, not to mention the main lobby, where thousands of people come and go every day.

Finally, his gaze lands on a trio approaching him.

Scott Lang, looked like a kid on Christmas morning, his eyes wide with awe as he looked around the building.

Beside him, Hope van Dyne, aka the future Wasp, exudes confidence with every step she takes. And there, walking alongside them is Hank Pym, a skeptical expression etched onto his aged face.

After detaining Darren Cross and all of his cohorts, Peter and the group celebrated their win before going their separate ways. But before they split, Peter invited all three of them to the tower.

Of course, Scott needed to come, as he would be joining the Avengers, but Hope and Hank were a different story.

Hank didn't want to come, as he barely agreed with Scott joining the Avengers in the first place.

After all, he's never liked the Starks and Tony is a high-level member of the Avengers, which makes a Stark his successors boss.

'What is the world coming to...' Pym thought at the time.

As for Hope, thankfully, she wasn't as pessimistic as her father, though she wasn't overly excited either.

"Hey, guys. Welcome to the Avengers Tower." Peter greeted them. "Come on, I'll show you around."

Scott takes in the splendor of the tower, his voice filled with wonder. "Whoa, this place is amazing. What's is that?"

He eyed an odd-looking checkpoint that everyone had to go through in order to enter the rest of the building.

People in business suits walked into pods, which sealed shut and seemed to scan them before opening on the other end, allowing them into the building.

"Just some needed security." Peter shrugs.

Hank, however, remained skeptical. He casts a discerning gaze around the lobby, his voice tinged with doubt. "Let's see if this place lives up to the hype, shall we?"

He knew that the whole building was built and owned by the Starks, and he refused to allow any of it to impress him. No matter what.

Undeterred, Peter led the group through the bustling lobby, maneuvering through the security while admiring the cutting-edge technology displays that adorn the walls.

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After showing them around, Peter brought Scott to his new apartment.

"And finally, we have your apartment." Peter opened the door, enjoying the shocked look on Scott's face.

"M-My apartment?" Scott asked as they walked inside, eyeing the place in awe.

Once Nelson and Murdock took their leave after some necessary documents were signed, Peter introduced yet another member of the Avengers.

Entering the apartment, Natasha Romanoff, the formidable Black Widow, approaches, dressed in her tactical gear.

"Hello." Natasha greets everyone with a nod. "Ready to hand off our newest recruit?"

Peter turns to Scott, offering him a reassuring smile. "Scott, this is Natasha Romanoff. She's going to take over your basic training from now on."

Scott's nervousness becomes palpable as he addresses Natasha. "Uh, hi..."

Natasha returns the greeting, her smile warm and comforting. "Don't worry, you're in good hands. We'll get you up to speed in no time."

"Natasha is the best trainer that we have. She even taught me." Peter steps aside, allowing Natasha to take the lead. "Why don't you show Scott the training facilities? After all, he'll be using them from now on."

Natasha nods as she motions for Scott to follow along.

Before they leave, Peter pats Scott gently on the back. "Good luck." He says, his voice filled with pity. "You're gonna need it."

As Peter watched Natasha guide a nervous-looking Ant-Man away, he couldn't help but smile.

'The Avengers keeps growing.' Peter thought pridefully.

At this point, he was the official Avengers recruiter. Almost every member was recruited by him, which was an accomplishment that he was very proud of to say the least.

Speaking of recruitment, once Scott and Natasha were gone, Peter turned to Hank and Hope.

"Dr. Pym, Hope." Peter began, drawing their attention. "I've been meaning to ask, would you two like to join the Avengers as well? As scientists, of course. Your help would be invaluable. Especially you Hank."

Hank raised his head, his eyes meeting Peter's, his expression tinged with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.

"I appreciate the sentiment." Hank replied, his tone carrying the weight of his many years of experience. "But I'm afraid my time has long passed. I'm too old for this anymore."

Peter's face fell slightly, disappointment etching itself upon his masked features. He had hoped to convince Hank of the importance of his contributions, but he understood nonetheless.

Hope, on the other hand, regarded Peter with a contemplative gaze.

Though she shared her father's concerns, an undercurrent of secret desires and aspirations pulsed within her.

Peter's eyes met Hope's, and he couldn't help but notice a glimmer of something hidden in her gaze. It was a mixture of determination and longing.

Though it wasn't toward him.

Hope took a step forward, her voice filled with resolve and determination.

"I'll join." she declared, her eyes darting briefly toward her father before returning to meet Peter's gaze. "I want to be closer to Scott, and this is an opportunity I can't ignore."

Peter's eyebrows rose in surprise, a flicker of understanding lighting up his face. He had suspected that Hope's feelings for Scott were deeper than they appeared. And now, her small admission confirmed his suspicions.

Although he knew this from the movies in his past life, he wasn't sure if they would still get together or not.

And thankfully, her father remained silent, neither approving nor disapproving of her choice.

"Good, welcome to the team." Peter was happy to hire at least one of them. "I'll have a private lab and apartment assigned to you by the end of the day."

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