The Ant-Man March |
The Ant-Man March
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May. 21st, 2009 @ 11:29 am
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Hank Pym stared at her, trying to determine if she was just the sort of person he could trust.
Then again, if she all ready knew his secret it wouldn't matter much.
"What makes you so sure I'm Ant-Man?"
"You mean, besides the fact that you're a terrible liar who hasn't rejected the idea yet? I'd say the helmet in your closet gave a lot away."
She steps forward, looking up into his eyes. "And let me put it to you this way... don't help, and, well, I'm a total bubblehead. You never know who I might mention Ant-Man's identity to."
She would never actually do that, of course, she thinks to herself. But if it helps her achieve the powers she needs to avenge her father... she's willing to make that bluff.
Henry Pym silently studied her for a long moment before he stepped back from the door, giving her access to the lab.
"You're a stubborn woman, Ms. Van Dyne."
She nods, stepping in. "That's one word people have used before."
Hank turned his back to her and unlocked the safe he stored, hidden out of sight. He retrieved the formula containing the particles that bore his name.
"None of my suits will fit you well but I have no others for you."
"Don't you worry about that," she replies. She was already intending to get powers, and far be it from her to come unprepared. "I brought something." She's been trying her hand at fashion-design, and she's brought one of her prototypes.
Henry Pym was regretting his decision all ready.
"It will not be as strong as the ones I have." He mused aloud as he prepared the solutions. "Perhaps if you had the wings I've- no, no, it's still in its testing phase."
Her ears perk up. "Wings?"
Hank finished the solutions and he turned back to face Janet Van Dyne. "Experimental. I have no idea if they would even work." Although the first round of tests had been encouraging.
"Then let's experiment," she tells him. "Give me the wings."
Hank shook his head. "No, it is very likely that they couldn't support your weight, or if they did they might fail to function and keep you airborne. It's too dangerous."
She raises her eyebrows and her hands go to her hips. "What does that mean, Dr. Pym? What are you trying to say about my weight?"
"What? I never said-" Oh wait he had. "I didn't mean to imply!"
"The wings might not support any human weight. It's the proportions not..."
"...I'll go get the wings."
"I'll go change," she replies.
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