End of Post Location: Manhattan, Times Square. Interacting with: She-Hulk!
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"WALL!" Janet Van Dyne smacked into brick, spiralled her arms and fell into a back alley.
"Huh what huh what huh what what?!" She sputtered, putting a hand on her mask as if to hold her hurt nose. Baffled, the wings attached to her suit vibrated with nervous energy. One minute, she was flying through the red skies if the microcosmic planetoids of Homeworld, the next, she flattened herself against a very familiar looking alleyway!
"This is...this is...New York! NYC! The Big Apple! I can't believe it- I'm home, I'm really home!" The Winsome Wasp jumped for joy, celebrating wildly. Then she dropped into a thinking position, cupping the chin of her mask.
"But why? Why now? After all these months?" Squinting, she noticed she was casting a shadow straight beneath her, even though the entire alley was shielded from the sun. Glancing upwards, Jan noticed...
"Einstein's ghost! Someone's ripped the up the rug of the space-time continuum!" A few feet above her, a rift had opened. Fluttering uptowards it, The Wasp produced a handheld scanner. The readout on the inside of her mask began telling her all sorts of things. Fluctuations in the surface of the universe. The surprisingly fragile fabric of the universe was folding in over itself. In short?
"Bad News with a capital N! Portals are opening up all over the boroughs. Queens, Manhattan, Brooklyn!" Janet slapped the side of her helmet in silver-age alarm.
"<Janet? Earthling? What has happened? Are you well?>" A vibrating voice called out in a very strange language. Janet peered into the portal and saw the green-skinned, red-eyed humanoid named G'nark that she had called her friend for the last few months.
"<G'nark!>" Jan replied in the same language.
"<Don't step through the portal! I've got good news and I've got bad news. The Good news is, I'm home! The Bad news is, these portals are extremely unstable. I'm probably only here because of my suit. I have to close all of them as fast as possible! Thank you for being so good to me all this time, G'nark!>" She waved.
"<I see.>" He replied, eyes widening.
"<Well, then. It was a pleasure to have you, Winsome Wasp. As you say: good luck! May the Synchronisity unite our paths again.>" G'nark said.
"<Hey yeah, you got it, pal! Life's nothin' but a bunch of goodbyes, anyway!>" She smiled.
"<So long!>" With a playful salute, she shot out of frame. G'nark began to assemble a team of his men to close off the influence of the rift on his side of the cosmic line, to ensure it's chaotic influence didn't bring even more harm to his microcosmic realm. This was the Hank Pym situation all over again.
A moment later, Janet peaked her head into view of the portal again.
"<G'nark.>" She said, solemn. The Homeworlder turned in her direction.
"<Tell Hank I'm sorry things worked out the way they did. I wish him well. I'm sure he could be a great Ant-Man again...someday.>" G'nark wasn't sure if he agreed with her assessment. But if there was one thing that consistently proved true about Janet Van Dyne, it was her faith in people. So he nodded, intent to pass the message along. Having already said goodbye, Janet nodded back and vanished out sight for good.
Janet buzzed out of the alley and soared over the skyline. She gasped as she saw pure chaos descending upon New York! The Dominators were back! Didn't they
just kick their sorry asses a couple years ago? She supposed these forces were probably being pulled from another time. At the very least, it wasn't a full invasion force. No doubt other troubles were spilling in through the portals. Though she held out a little hope that the Intergalactic Tea Party Coalition was infesting Queens instead of some other threat she couldn't see yet, Janet wasn't counting on it.
"This has to be an accident. There's nothing deliberate about these convergences. And of course, no invader would willingly summon the Winsome Wasp to challenge them! Haha!" The Wasp pocketed her readout device and pressed a button on her wrist. That activated the neural link that connected her mind to her suit, giving her full control over all the aspects of her suit.
With a spin, she zoomed off towards Time Square to face the Dominators. Now, with all this madness going on, the best thing to do would be to find the source of these rifts and shut them off! Though she could be useful in the field, it might be even more beneficial for her to stop by a research team and plug her readouts into a big ol' computer! At the very least, they had to triangulate the biggest ones in order to deduce the source. Thinking of this while flying, she attempted to contact Avengers, or SHIELD.
When she reached for her Avengers beeper and began to fiddle with it in order to contact HQ, she didn't have access. Her beeper was outdated! Had they changed the passwords already? She'd only be able to broadcast on public signals, which were probably all jammed up from the chaos. That would be no good. It seemed then, that her best bet would be to find an Avenger and start coming up with a plan! They'd also probably be happy to see her after her short little vacation. Hopefully no one was worried about her!
Little did Janet know, had anyone been looking right at her and Hank as they plunged through that unstable portal, it looked like the pair were totally disintegrated! Biometrics picked up zilch. GPS? Nada. Not even Ant-Man or the Wasps's own tech, designed to find them at microscopic sizes, could pick them up. As they travelled through a portal that the Wasp overloaded, with a dramatic explosive finish..? And then about a decade of silence? Well, it would make sense for anyone to assume little miss Van Dyne had finally bitten the big one. It'd be stupid to assume she hadn't! Janet Van Dyne really hadn't thought through all the implications of her re-arrival. The only thing that saved her was probably her own bodies natural infusion of quantum particles. It was a 50/50 chance that Schrodinger's Janet turned up alive, and, luckily for her, it had turned up tails. Or in this case, stinger!
Protecting civilians was always priority number one, but when the space-time continuum was in trouble, heroes could play keepaway with the threats all day long as they just kept pouring in. Eventually, the bad guys would win. That's why you always had to press the big red button the baddies never wanted you to press. The one that said 'emergency shutdown' or 'self-destruct sequence' or 'drop piñata'.
Her first goal was to visit all three portals and get the co-ordinates and quantum readings of each. After doing that, she should hypothetically be able to zero in on the source. From what her readout was telling her, each portal was from a different time period and location. Thus, they were being attracted here, not propelled from somewhere else. If this was a purposeful attack, all of the portals would be from the same time and place.
First up- Times Square. A populated area, with two timelines converging. To be honest, this entire crisis was kind of in her wheelhouse. She and Pym were Earth's leading scientists on space-time manipulation.
Wasp emerged into a Times Square thrown into panic. She looked from the T-Rex, to the spaceship, and then back again.
"Where's Jeff Goldblum when you need him?" Needless to say, this T-Rex had to go. Out of the corner of her eye, Janet spotted- hey, that was She-Hulk! Already on the scene, as usual. Even though it hadn't been that long since Janet had seen Jenny, it was still a relief to see her again.
But a hello could wait. The Wasp had a T-Rex to stop! The poor thing must be confused and angry as all get out, but it was a big hazard. Reaching into what she affectionately called her Hammerspace Pouch, Wasp produced a small circular device with a glowing blue light.
It was actually the technology in the suit that allowed her to maintain super strength while both big and small. If anyone without specialized equipment got shrunk or expanded, it wouldn't be nearly as useful. Which was why as the T-Rex roared into the sky, no doubt percieving threats all around it, the Wasp tapped a button on the device. Holding it in one hand, she stuck up her thumb and levelled her index finger at the dinosaur.
Pew, pew, pew!
Though they hadn't rung through New York in many years, Janet thought the sound effect was quite iconic and memorable. A high pitched, zippy sort of noise, the Stinger fired shots out of Wasp's finger tip. They literally sounded like 'pew pew' noises, and despite being deadly weapons had an unmistakable charming sci-fi air about them. Little yellow bolts peppered the T-Rex, causing it to flinch and angrily look up in her direction.
"Alley-oop!" Wasp swooped in underneath the ancient beast, skidding underneath it feet first. Coming to a stop, she curled up into a ball, and willed herself to expand, kicking upwards with the flat of her feet. For a brief moment, Janet was as tall as the T-Rex itself. The T-Rex was launched dozens of feet into the air like it had bounced on a massive trampoline, it's little limbs and big tail flailing helplessly. Wasp regained her normal size and zoomed up to meet the T-Rex in midair, at the zenith of it's ascension. Buzzing to it's back, she slapped to blue device there and tapped a button, activating it manually. There was a sound like an electric zipper being pulled shut, and the T-Rex shrunk to the size of a little baby chicken. Wasp reached out and plucked it from the air before it could fall. Her shrinker device had shrunken as well, and had expended all of its energy. She'd need to visit her old lab to get it back to normal size and re-charge it.
Smiling, she held the T-Rex up to her face.
"Say, now that you can fit in the palm of my hand, you're actually pretty cute! I'm gonna name you Reptar." She stroked the top of Reptar's head to soothe him. She didn't have time to soak in her victory or the glory with the fleeing civilians so she quickly buzzed on down to meet her old friend Jennifer Walters, otherwise known She-Hulk.
"I take a little summer vacation and New York's already falling apart again. I don't know what you guys would do without me, haha!" Janet Van Dyne chirped in her usual, unflappable comedic tone. She tapped a button on her visor and the metal mask snapped back into the rest of her yellow and black helmet, revealing her bright face and toothy grin. Ten years later, and she looked like she hadn't aged a day. Well, she'd aged about four months. So the only difference was her suit had a new, alien looking gizmo on her hip.
But her reappearance combined with the Dominator's re-emergence confirmed one thing- it really was 2010 all over again.
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