Ant-Man and the Wasp Page #6

I've been trying to tell you. He's in

a tricky spot, emotionally speaking.

Emotionally speaking.

But where is Scott Lang,

literally speaking?!

Oh! The woods.

The woods?

Baba Yaga!

What do you mean, the woods?

The Muir woods!

For God's sake!

Baba Yaga, coming late, little

children, sleep at eight.

Damn it!

If that freak gets Pym's tech,

I'm never gonna see it.

So what do we do now?

It's easier to steal it from the

feds than from a boogeyman.

Hey. It's me.

How'd you like to

get a promotion?

I've got the location on

Pym, Van Dyne, and Lang.

But you're gonna have to take them down now,

'cause they ain't gonna be there for long.

And when you do, you're

gonna get me that lab.

Understood.

Good news, gentlemen.

Feds are gonna do the

hard work for us.

What are you looking at?

Change my tire!

Sir...

Can you knock?

Sorry, sir. But I

just got a lead.

Ooh. I love leads.

- Systems in the green.

- Priming the coils.

Full charge.

Soon as the tunnel's open, let us know if you

get anything that could be part of her message.

Yeah, yeah. I will.

Okay, then.

Here it goes.

We did it!

You got anything?

Nothing.

Just give it a minute.

Because it could...

No. No, no, no!

- What's happening?

- It's shutting down. Maybe vectors are off.

We've gone over them a million times.

I know they're right.

- Well then, what else could it be?

- I don't know.

- Scott, what are you doing?

- Scott, get away from that!

Scott, we had...

I'm sorry. I don't know how much time

I have. I need to fix the algorithm.

Trust me, after 30

years down here...

I've thought about it a lot.

Janet?

Hi, Hon.

Hello, Jellybean.

Mom?

It's not the reunion I had

imagined. It's all so rushed.

You two have done

such great work.

You just need

a little...

nudge.

Janet, how is

this possible?

It wasn't a message you put in

Scott's head. It was an antenna.

Clever girl.

I'm so proud of you.

Honey, tell us where you are.

Tell us how to find you.

No, the probability fields are too complex.

That's why I needed to talk to you.

You have to

follow my voice.

- Of course.

- Like tracing a call back to its source.

I'm tracking your signal using

subatomic frequencies,

between point

2 and point 9.

- I've narrowed it to 4 and 6.

- It's too tight. We could miss you.

Look at us squabbling again.

Fine. Between 3 and 7.

Our first fight in decades

and it's over just like that.

Bull's eye.

- Source lock.

- It's you!

Ha! We got it!

You have to meet me in

these exact coordinates.

In the wasteland, beyond

the quantum void.

It's very dangerous, especially on

the human mind. So be careful.

Time and space work

very differently down here.

You have two hours. After that,

the probability fields will shift,

and it'll be another century

before they'll align like this again.

We'll find you.

I know you

will, Jellybean.

Nope.

Nothing. I got nothing.

No sign of Janet.

How did we get up here?

At first, you'll see all kinds of lights,

and it's gonna get really trippy

but then it's gonna turn black

and silent. Like, really silent.

Scott, I'll be fine.

- I'm just saying. Cause I've been down there.

- Yeah, so you've mentioned.

Um, sorry. I have

to take this.

Hey, man. You coming?

No, I'm not. But you

know what? Ghost is.

And you know what? The

feds, they know where you are.

- What?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

They gave me some truth serum, then all

of a sudden I started talking all honestly,

like, I hate the way that you

use the dishwasher. I hate it.

But you need to go home because

the feds are probably going there now!

And by the way, who puts the

plates on the top rack, okay?

They don't go there!

I feel like

such a jerk.

You're gonna be really

mad. We gotta go.

- What?

- Ghost knows where we are.

- So does the FBI.

- How?

- I told Luis where we are.

- You what?

I told him to come here, so I can help

him with the Karapetyan proposal.

Oh, my God!

But... Look, we need to land that account.

Otherwise, we'll lose the business!

Do you know how hard it is for ex-

cons to find work these days?

Jesus, Scott!

90 seconds to

close the aperture.

- You have to depolarize the coils first.

- I know.

I'm really sorry, but the...

FBI is coming

to my place, so...

I have to go.

Can I borrow the suit?

Look, uhh... I'm just

gonna borrow the suit.

I'll come back. Just

tell me where you'll be.

- Don't bother.

- What?

We'll come and get the suit from

you as soon as we find my Mom.

- Hope...

- Scott, just go!

- Scott?

- Daddy?

- It's us, buddy!

- We're here for Cassie's shoes.

He must be resting.

Honey, why don't you go up the

stairs and go look under your bed.

Daddy? You upstairs?

Daddy...

What the?

Really lives like

a pig these days.

Daddy?

Spread out!

- Again?

- You people have no shame!

- The monitor says that he's in the bathroom.

- Yeah. I'm not buying it.

Cassie, let

the man get by.

- But Daddy's super sick!

- I'll see about that.

He says he doesn't want

anyone else to get sick.

Well, I'll take my

chances, sweetie.

He barfed. Like, a lot.

Young lady, I'm a federal agent.

I've seen worse things than vomit.

- Like, a lot, a lot?

- Yes!

- Forget it. Move aside.

- No!

Woo!

- What are you doing here?

- Scott.

I'm sorry. I'm just really sick.

I told you.

Excuse me. Sometimes you

just gotta get it out, you know?

Sorry.

I'll start the van.

You get the lab.

Freeze! You're surrounded!

Hank Pym. Hope Van Dyne.

You're under arrest.

- This is harassment.

- Actually, it's not.

What does the FBI even stand for?

Forever Bothering Individuals?

- His monitor check out?

- Of course, it does.

Damn it. It's like I just got

fed a bowl of malarkey.

We got them, sir. Pym and

Van Dyne are in custody.

Seriously? Yes!

Oh. Sorry, Scott. They were

your friends. That's insensitive.

I just really needed a

win, you know? Anyway...

I'll be back later for the official end of your

sentence. Sorry for misjudging you, pal.

You should feel

great about yourself.

What is it?

We have a man down,

and Pym's lab is gone.

Hey.

- Thanks for covering for me.

- Sure.

So..

How long have you

been Ant-Man again?

Not long.

Things just sort

of happened.

I'm sorry, for lying to you. I'm

sorry for risking everything.

- Dad, it's okay.

- That's not...

I do some dumb things, and the people

that I love the most pay the price.

Mainly, you.

Trying to help

people isn't dumb.

Well...

I screw it up just

about every time.

So maybe, you just need

someone watching your back.

Like a partner.

Well, she's made it clear that's

about the last thing she wants.

- Who?

- Hope.

- What, who did you think?

- Me.

You?

Don't laugh.

- I'd be a great partner.

- Oh, Peanut!

You would be awesome.

And if I let you, I would

be a terrible Dad.

Fine.

Have Hope be your

partner. She's smart.

She reminds me of you.

You gonna go help her?

I think you should help her.

I wish I could, but...

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