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[Frog] Chapter 368: Hank's Prejudice
🕑 Added 2025-03-14 08:08:31 +0000 UTCBang!
A teacup, a sugar jar—everything was swept off the table by Hank Pym, crashing onto the floor.
In the living room, Scott sat uneasily, shifting in his seat.
He was still reeling from witnessing Alan’s teleportation trick—one moment, he was here, and the next, he had appeared at the entrance of a distant mansion. Scott’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
But…
He wasn’t sure whether he should go inside or just stay put.
Oh no…" Scott nervously scanned the room. Did Mr. Alan and Mr. Pym get into an argument?"
His eyes swept across the entire space—ants were everywhere. He even started worrying that Hank’s house might be hollowed out by them.
A sudden thought popped into his mind—was he brought here to be a janitor? To clean up the ants?
Inside the room, Hank Pym paced back and forth, his frustration reaching a boiling point as he finally roared, "I don’t agree, Alan! I was deliberately keeping this secret from the Stark family!"
"There isn’t a single good person in the Stark family, and I am NOT sharing my research with anyone!"
At first, Hank had been grateful to Alan for his advice, but that all changed when he heard Alan suggest that Scott should join the Avengers.
That would mean Tony Stark would come into contact with the Ant-Man suit and Pym Particles!
If those things fell into Stark’s hands… there was no telling what kind of chaos they would create.
Alan wasn’t surprised by Hank’s reaction—after all, in the movies, Hank had deep-seated resentment toward the Stark family.
It was just a pity that he didn’t truly understand Tony Stark. Yes, Tony was reckless and eccentric, but at his core, he was a good person—he just didn’t express it well.
"Hank, calm down. Let me lay everything out clearly."
If he wanted Hank to listen, he had to strike where it hurt the most.
A ruthless strategy, but an effective one—just like with Quicksilver. To get him to calm down, you had to bring up what mattered most to him.
Wanda, sitting obediently beside Alan, watched the furious Hank Pym with a bit of unease.
"Darren Cross’s madness—you know it better than I do," Alan said, his voice steady. "Here’s a little insider info—he’s already found a buyer. Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Mitchell."
The names Darren Cross and Mitchell had an immediate effect.
Hank, who had been fuming moments ago, froze in place and locked eyes with Alan.
"If we don’t retrieve the Wasp suit now and destroy the data, and that tech ends up in Mitchell’s hands, the world is going to be in chaos." Alan’s voice was firm. "Do you really want Hope’s mother—your wife’s—lifelong efforts to be wasted?"
"Scott is the best candidate for this mission. I’ve already explained the risks and benefits to him, and he’s agreed."
"And Tony Stark is not the person you think he is." Alan glanced at Wanda.
Some things were best explained through experience—sometimes, people needed to see the truth for themselves.
"Professor Pym, please come sit over here," Wanda said softly.
Hank trusted Alan wouldn’t harm him. Following Wanda’s words, he sat down on the leather couch. Wanda’s eyes glowed faintly red as the energy of chaos magic began to swirl at her fingertips.
Hank Pym’s eyes widened in shock.
A few moments later, sweat dampened his white hair, dripping down his chin.
Darren… had only been using Hope.
And in the end, he had planned to kill both him and Hope!
"You don’t want to see Hope in danger, do you?"
A long silence followed.
Finally, Hank exhaled deeply and nodded. "Fine. Let him in."
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