“Coffee always helps,” He straightens a scattered stack of notes before taking the drink, sipping on it and then smiling towards her.
“Thank you, I really needed this.”
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@PTPNarrator fragment from the rubble, before hitting the last conscious grunt with a quick toss of the rifle towards the face.
He taps his comm: “Pym to base, Crucible fragment secured. Weapon contained. Send cleanup.”
MISSION COMPLETED.
@PTPNarrator Spotting the reactor’s latch, he grows back to full size, pries it open, and releases a swarm of microbots to envelop the core.
With a surge of Particle energy, the unstable weapon collapses into a glowing orb, safely contained. Panting, Hank retrieves the Crucible —
@PTPNarrator strike to the knee joint. The trooper staggers but doesn’t fall, both figures still armed, still dangerous. He’s prepared for a fight now.
@PTPNarrator Pym soars from the vent in a blur of motion, expanding midair with a concussive thud as his fist connects with the first guard’s helmet, sending the trooper sprawling.
“Step away from my damn tech,” Hank growls, shrinking and reappearing behind the second guard with a precise —
@PTPNarrator The HUD flickers to life as he shrinks down to insect size, sprinting across the metallic floor toward the side vent. Sliding through the vent’s narrow grate, he expands just enough to brace himself against the duct walls, listening for footsteps around.
@PTPNarrator As the alarm blares through the dimly lit lab, Hank silences the console with a sharp tap. He would then quickly start grabbing several Pym Discs from his workbench, slipping the Ant-Man helmet over his head after. —