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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]
M A R K  T W A I N[/sub][/center]
[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]T H E  T R I S K E L I O N  -  U N I T E D  S T A T E S[/b]

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Hank dove underneath the energy beams; his feet skidding against the floor.

[b]“[color=C24641]I c[i]an’t[/i] believe you think you can take more of us![/color]”[/b]

Had Hank been a normal man he would’ve taken a step back as Hyperion threw a confusion-addled glare at him. But Hank wasn’t normal, and sometimes not very logical in how he went about things— his travels in eastern Europe countries such as Latveria and Symkaria were proof of that. He had gotten into trouble, but mostly [i]good[/i] trouble as far as he believed it. He had a trust fund and instead of wasting it away partying in The Hamptons like some of his “silver spoon”-imbedded peers he decided to put it to use proactively. He studied at several universities and became a paramour of a European princess for a brief time. It was a blast. He’d have to write about it in his tell-all book. If he’d ever [i]live[/i] to write it.

Though fighting a god was definitely not something that would help with that goal.

Lucky he had thought about this.

Ever since the fight with Elias Weams he had thought about “weams particles” and where that Gigantus suit went [i]wrong[/i]. Scientifically he could’ve been (and was) on the way to taking the prototypical theories Hank’s father had discovered and utilized, but there was a snag. There was no proper testing— Weams just jumped into the suit and expected for it to work. All that it did for Elias Weams was drive him insane and end up as his demise. Hank had taken the Gigantus blueprints with an external hard drive and when he wasn’t eating pizza he was trying to expand on it; which was something he could do much more efficiently since A) he was smarter than Weams, and B) he had all of the original research notes the original Ant-Man wrote. 

He just never had used them outside of rudimentary tests in upstate New York— away from cameras and people. But this was the chance to see if it would work without prep time.

Hank’s hand went to his wrist, dialing a function— to which is molecules began to vibrate… [i]visibly[/i]. As Hyperion turned to deal with Miss America he would realize his mistake when a fist the size of his body slammed into his back.
[h3][b]“[color=C24641]You’ve got a gi[i]ant[/i] problem now! Get it?[/color]”[/b][/h3]
Hank stopped himself from laughing in glee. The modifications to increase his size to thresholds of up to 20 feet were successful! He wondered if he could modify it so he could make it even greater? Perhaps it was good that the room was only 42 feet tall. Well, maybe later then; he’d have to cross that bridge later. 

For now it was time for Gi-Ant Man to defeat a god. [/indent]