Ant-Man Page #4

How do you make them do that?

Ants can lift objects

50 times their weight.

They build, farm,

they cooperate with each other.

Right. But how do you

make them do that?

I use electromagnetic waves

to stimulate their olfactory nerve center.

I speak to them.

I can go anywhere, hear anything,

and see everything.

And still know absolutely nothing.

I'm late to meet Cross.

Uh... Dr. Pym?

You don't need to raise your hand, Scott.

Sorry, I just have one question.

Who are you, who is she,

what the hell's going on,

and can I go back to jail now?

Come with me.

40 years ago, I created a formula

that altered atomic relative distance.

Huh?

I learned how to change

the distance between atoms.

That's what powers the suit.

That's why it works.

Wow.

- Whoa!

- But it was dangerous.

It was too dangerous.

So I hid it from the world.

And that's when I switched gears

and I started my own company.

Pym Tech.

Yes.

I took on a young protg

called Darren Cross.

Darren Cross.

He's a big deal.

But before he was a big deal,

he was my assistant.

I thought I saw something in him.

The son I never had, perhaps.

He was brilliant,

but as we became close,

he began to suspect

that I wasn't telling him everything.

He heard rumors about

what was called the Pym Particle,

and he became obsessed

with recreating my formula.

But I wouldn't help him.

So he conspired against me and

he voted me out of my own company.

How could he do that?

The board's chairman

is my daughter, Hope.

She was the deciding vote.

But she came back to me

when she saw how close

Cross was to cracking my formula.

The process is highly volatile.

If one isn't protected

by a specialized helmet,

it can affect the brain's chemistry.

I don't think Darren realizes this,

and, you know, he's not

the most stable guy to begin with.

So, what do you want from me?

Scott, I believe that everyone deserves

a shot at redemption.

Do you?

I do.

If you can help me,

I promise I can help you be

with your daughter again.

Now, are you ready to redeem yourself?

Absolutely.

My days of breaking into places

and stealing sh*t are done.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to break into a place

and steal some sh*t.

Are you gonna be home

for dinner tonight?

Uh, yeah. I'll pick something up.

Text me.

Okay. Good news?

Uh... I don't know. It's news.

Are you trying to find my daddy?

Yeah, I am, sweetheart.

I just want your daddy to be safe.

Hope you don't catch him.

This isn't the first time these guys

have tried to get their hands

on game-changing weaponry.

That's Mitchell Carson,

Ex-Head of Defense at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Presently in the business

of toppling governments.

He always wanted my tech.

And now, unless we break in

and steal the Yellowjacket

and destroy all the data,

Darren Cross is gonna unleash chaos

upon the world.

I think our first move should be

calling the Avengers.

I spent half my life

trying to keep this technology

out of the hands of a Stark.

I'm sure as hell not gonna

hand-deliver it to one now.

This is not some cute technology

like the Iron Man suit.

This could change the texture of reality.

Besides, they're probably too busy

dropping cities out of the sky.

Okay, then why don't you

just send the ants?

Scott, they are ants.

Ants, they can do a lot of things,

but they still need a leader.

Somebody that could infiltrate a place

that's designed to prevent infiltration.

Hank, I'm a thief, all right? I mean,

I'm a good thief, but this is insane.

He's right, Hank. And you know it.

You've seen the footage,

you know what Cross is capable of.

I was against using him

when we had months,

and now we have days.

I'm wearing the suit.

Absolutely not!

I know the facility inside and out.

I know how Cross thinks.

I know this mission

better than anybody here.

We need you close to Cross.

Otherwise, this mission cannot work.

- We don't have time to screw around!

- Hope, please listen to me...

He is a criminal! I'm your daughter.

No!

She's right, Hank.

I'm not your guy.

Why don't you wear the suit?

You think I don't want to?

I can't.

I spent years wearing it,

and it took a toll on me.

You're our only option.

Before Hope lost her mother,

she used to look at me like

I was the greatest man in the world.

And now she looks at me

and there's just disappointment.

It's too late for me,

but not for you.

This is your chance.

The chance to earn that look

in your daughter's eyes.

To become the hero

that she already thinks you are.

It's not about saving our world.

It's about saving theirs.

Damn. That was a good speech.

Scott,

I need you to be the Ant-Man.

In the right hands,

the relationship between man and suit

is symbiotic.

The suit has power.

The man harnesses that power.

You need to be skillful, agile,

and above all,

you need to be fast.

You should be able to shrink and grow

on a dime.

So your size always suits your needs.

Now dive through the keyhole, Scott.

You charge big, you dive small,

then you emerge big.

Ow!

Ahhh!

Ow!

Useless.

When you're small,

energy's compressed,

so you have the force

of a 200-pound man

behind a fist a 100th of an inch wide.

You're like a bullet.

You punch too hard, you kill someone.

Too soft, it's a love tap.

In other words,

you have to know how to punch.

I was in prison for three years.

I know how to punch.

Show me.

- Terrible.

- You wanna show me how to punch?

Show me...

That's how you punch.

- She's been looking forward to this.

- No kidding.

Hope trained in martial arts

at a difficult time.

Oh, by "difficult time,"

he means when my mother died.

We lost her in a plane crash.

It's bad enough

you won't tell me how she died.

Could you please stop

telling me that lie?

We're working, here.

All right, princess.

Let's get back to work.

Were you going for the hand?

You know, I think this regulator

is holding me back.

Do not screw with the regulator.

If that regulator is compromised,

you would go subatomic.

What does that mean?

It means that you would enter

a quantum realm.

What does that mean?

It means that you would enter a reality

where all concepts of time and space

become irrelevant

as you shrink for all eternity.

Everything that you know

and love,

gone forever.

Cool. Yeah, if it ain't broke...

You've learned about the suit,

but you've yet to learn

about your greatest allies,

the ants.

Loyal, brave,

and your partners on this job.

Paratrechina longicornis.

Commonly known as crazy ants.

They're lightning fast

and can conduct electricity,

which makes them useful

to fry out enemy electronics.

You're not so crazy.

Hey!

You're cute.

That was a lot scarier a second ago.

It looks like the Futures Lab

has its own isolated power supply.

There's a security guard posted

around the clock.

We'll need you to take him out

to deactivate the security systems.

Okay, who's next?

Paraponera clavata.

I know. Bullet ants, right?

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