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[sub][i][b]“It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”[/b][/i]
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[hr][hr][center][color=C24641][sub][b]T H E  T I N I E S T  A V E N G E R[/b][/sub][/color][/center]
[b]N E W  Y O R K  C I T Y  -  U N I T E D  S T A T E S[/b]

[indent][b]“Do you want [i]ants[/i], Hank? This is how you get ants!” [/b]

“[color=C24641]You just said…[/color]” Hank’s smile grew before suddenly he just lost it.

Maria Trovaya had no idea why Henry “Hank” Pym Jr.  had just bursted out in laughter, making her feel like a damned idiot in the process. Maria’s brows narrowed and her cheeks rose in agitation as she slammed her foot down in Hank’s apartment in New York City trying to stop his childish outburst. The apartment was not particularly lavish and it was only accented by her frustration of how her supposed boyfriend was keeping his apartment; open containers of sugar on the [i]floor[/i], a broken sink that he still hadn’t gotten to, and various other issues that just pointed to the man’s lack of giving a shit entirely.

“[color=C24641]...I’m sorr—[/color]” Hank let out an exhausted chuckle.

[b]“Augh! You’re impossible, Hank!”[/b] 
[list][h2][i]SLAM![/i][/h2][/list]
“[color=C24641]...Maria. Oh [i]shit.[/i][/color]”

Hank ran the palm of his right hand of his face; he was such an idiot sometimes. The twenty-four year old knew that his girlfriend was going to be pissed with him and probably for more than a standard business week. He shook his head, that was the kind of shit that got him in trouble with his sister when they were younger-- one stupid joke led to one swift punch and Hope knew how to throw punches. His girlfriend however was less of the hitting type to tell him he was an idiot and more of the ‘I’m going to leave and not talk to you for a week because I think you laughed at me and thus belittled my entire existence’ type. Honestly after this relationship he found his sister so much more endearing. Definitely preferred the punching.

He took another breath as he turned to his kitchen as he tapped a small watch on his wrist. 

“[color=C24641]You can come out now, she’s gone.[/color]” He muttered as a small group of ants emerged from their hiding places.

Well, his girlfriend was kind of right about the whole ants thing. Sort of.

[list][b][i]KNOCK KNOCK![/i][/b][/list]
“[color=C24641]Huh? She’s never gotten over something this fast before…[/color]”

Without thinking about the ants he went to open the door and a face he didn’t recognize looked down at him as a woman tattered in uniform and a badge stood in the hallway of his apartment at the foot of his door. What was interesting about her though was the badge, it stood out to Hank after dealing with several paperwork with his father as well as his own misadventures in Europe; a badge that belonged to an agency of great note— one he recognized. [i]SHIELD.[/i]

“Henry Pym Jr. I presume?”

Hank could feel his throat swell and his heart tick. “[color=C24641]No, I’m Tony Stark. He lives a few doors down, you can’t miss him.[/color]”

“Very funny. But we need to have a conversation. About [i]Ant-Man[/i].”

Hank could feel his nerves twist as he walked forward, closing the door behind him. Normally a person would slam the door on the government agent if they were nervously in the same situation yet he did rather the opposite. He bit his lip as he decided how best to handle the situation presented to him. Perhaps locking him out of his apartment wasn’t the smartest of steps but then again this government agent in front of him looked like she could kick open a shitty apartment door open with little effort. Which brought him to his current thought: how the hell did the government find him out? Sure, “Ant-Man” had gotten a bit of publicity after the incident but it wasn’t like his identity was out there.

“[color=C24641]Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag, huh.[/color]”

“Not yet. I’ve been asked to retrieve you, you’re needed.”

“[color=C24641]You guys could’ve called, you know.[/color]”

Pym chuckled before he took a breath.

“[color=C24641]Well, I have jack and crap to do today anyway. Let me grab my things, Agent-?[/color]”

“Laskov. Apologies, priority makes me forget about formalities.”

“[color=C24641]Right.[/color]”[/indent]