The Ant-Man March |
The Ant-Man March
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May. 21st, 2009 @ 11:29 am
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"Stay back. Don't go closer unless it threatens anyone. I need time to study it."
Fascinating creature, clearly alien.
"What about these gloves you gave me? Think the blasts they can fire will hurt it?"
She'd have to do something about these gloves. They were like gardener's gloves! Ew!
"Possibly." He shouldn't have said that. "But it's too dangerous. You're too young and inexperienced to try it, not without us knowing more about this being."
Young and inexperienced?
"This thing has killed a lot of people!" Van Dyne retorts. "How long do you want to study it?"
"Think, Janet!" Hank snapped. "If we rush in to attack it without knowing anything about it all we are doing is risking our lives. I've all ready sent out commands to the ants to approach it and..." As he'd spoken he'd glanced over to where the ants should have been and yet weren't. "That's odd."
"Call me 'Wasp,'" she tells him. With these wings and those gloves' "sting," not to mention the pointed hat, it fits. "And what's odd?"
Wasp? She wanted to go by Wasp?
...Actually that wasn't bad.
"The ants won't go near the monster. Look." He said, pointing to a line of ants that suddenly stopped ten feet before the creature. "They've never done that before."
"So you can't use your ants? Good thing you brought me along!"
"J- Wasp, listen to me. There's something more to this than meets the eye. There must be some reason they won't go any further."
Something that repels ants... Chemicals?
Janet frowns. "Like pheromones?"
"Maybe... Fly closer and look for anything unusual where the monster has been. Absolutely do not attack him unless you have to defend yourself."
"On it, Boss-Man!" She zips away, under the power of her new wings.
Flying has come surprisingly easy, almost instinctively. She zips closer to the beast, remaining small even as the blasts from the SHIELD agents seem to only hold the beast at bay... and only barely.
A few minutes later, she zips back up to Ant-Man.
"The concrete is melted and burned," she tells him, "everywhere it's been. Like... acid or something."
Acid.
"That's it." Hank murmured. "Stay here- on second thought, come with me. I know how to stop him."
She moves to follow. "Where are we going?"
"Did you know that ants secrete an acid? Formic acid, to be precise. Imagine if that creature contains a similar acid. The ants wouldn't know what to make of it.
"Do you know what neutralizes acid?"
She considers. "Baking soda, right?"
She paid attention in science class! That Mr. Wiley was really hot!
"Close. Baking soda can neutralize acid but it is amphoteric. I want something that will guarantee neutralization. We need a base."
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