Chapter 335: Heist Begins

Chapter 335: Heist Begins

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After a few days, Scott and his team of personal trainers stood in the basement, finished with his usual daily warm-up.

"You know, I think this regulator is holding me back." Scott fiddles with the regulator on his suit.

"Do not screw with the regulator!" Hank snapped in warning. "If it's compromised, you'd go sub-atomic."

Instantly, Scott stopped what he was doing and held his hands in the air. "What does that mean?"

"It means that you'd enter the quantum realm." Hank explains vaguely.

"?" Scott continued to look at him, waiting for an answer that he could actually understand.

"It means that you'd enter a reality where all concepts of time and space become irrelevant as you shrink for all eternity." Pym explains in a grave tone. "Everything that you know, and love, gone forever."

"R-Right..." Scott nodded dumbly as he kept his hands far away from the regulator. "Don't touch the regulator. Got it."

Basically, the regulator controls the degree of size reduction, giving the wearer of the suit a sort of safety net from any accidents.

"Alright, that's enough of that." Peter steps up. "It's time for your hand-to-hand training."

Nodding with a bit of dread clear on his face, Scott followed Peter to an open space and prepared himself for the beating that was coming his way.

"Remember to go easy, okay? I'm old, you know..." Scott asked hopefully.

"I always go easy on you." Peter shrugs as he motions for Scott to come forward. "Now quit talking nonsense and start."

Gulping anxiously, Scott let out a resigned sigh as he rushed forward and threw a fist at Peter's face.

And before he knew what happened, Scott's fist hit nothing but air as he suddenly found himself flipped upside down, crashing face up on the padded floor.

"Up!" Peter ordered as Scott's daily beating officially began.

At first, Scott was happy with his training, as he knew Peter wouldn't just beat him for fun, like a certain woman in the room, but he was soon served a big helping of reality.

As a man who would be an Avenger and go out into the field before his basic training was finished, Peter decided that he would take Scott's training very seriously.

Of course, he didn't like that Scott would be going into the field so early, but he also knew that this was needed for Scott to officially become Ant-Man.

Which is why Peter isn't going to do Scott's job for him.

After all, he could easily handle Cross and the Yellowjacket suit right now and still be back in time for lunch.

Especially since Peter can easily shrink and grow himself with the Reality Stone.

But sadly, this is a challenge that Scott needed to overcome on his own.

"You left the front door open, Hank. It's official. You're old." Darren smirks.

"Well to what do I owe this pleasure?" Pym said, though, with his tone of voice, Cross could tell that it was more of a displeasure.

"I have good news!" Cross smiles happily.

"..." Pym raised a brow, waiting for him to spit it out already.

"Pym Tech, the company you created, is about to officially launch the first line of Yellowjacket suits. Soon enough, every global power will be outfitted with at least one of its very own Yellowjackets. We're anticipating fifteen billion in sales tomorrow alone." He says, but Pym still didn't reply. "You're welcome by the way."

Pym refused to give him any satisfaction and kept his mouth shut. 'I should've shredded this little sh*t's resume the second I saw it.'

Cross smiled, enjoying this situation. "The buyers will arrive tonight and I know this is odd, but I'd like you to be there. This is my moment and I want you to see it."

Pym couldn't help but roll his eyes at his former assistant's sadistic attitude. "Sure, I'll be there."

...

After some more small talk, which consisted of Cross continuously rubbing dirt in his former mentor's face, Cross swaggered out of the house, happy with his visit.

And when he was gone, Scott and Hope rushed up the stairs followed by Peter.

"He knows! He's baiting you!" Hope paces up to her father in worry. "We have to be careful..."

Realization suddenly flashed over Hope's face. "Do you think he knows I was here?"

After all, her position as a double agent was very important.

"There's no way." Pym shook his head back and forth.

"It's possible." Peter added. "It's better to be safe than sorry so If I were you, I'd avoid being alone with him from now on."

"..." Nobody doubted Peter's words.

After all, he had the most experience in things like this.

Well, technically Pym would be considered experienced as well, but he's been rather rusty ever since his retirement.

"I don't believe we have the luxury of training anymore." Pym said.

"I agree." Peter nodded as he took a seat on the nearby sofa. "So, what's the plan?"

"Well..."

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Hours later, as the sun began to set, a tiny ant-sized golden portal opened on the rooftop of Pym Technologies.

As the portal formed, a red and black helmet poked out, cautiously surveying the area before stepping out onto the roof.

"Alright, I'm on the roof of the target building."

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