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Henry “Hank” Pym, Jr. was half-way through his exceptionally late lunch when the text message from his mother came in— a scenario the two had talked about not long after Hank had donned the title of “Ant-Man”; sort of. When Hank had the conversation and the two set up automated alerts to Hank’s systems (and phone) it was meant to be vague so they didn’t have to type out an elaborate message of what was going on and worry about their own safety with a quick few numerical clicks. Hank didn’t exactly want his mother (or any member of his family) seriously hurt because she was texting while a super-villain or mad scientist was chasing her down with an oversized ray-gun. 

Fortunately, Hank wasn’t too far from where he need to be due to the fact that his favorite bistro was practically around the block from Yellowjacket Incorporated. Though given Hank’s exponential increase in upgrades, modifications, and tweaks the Ant-Man suit was beginning to outgrow its namesake— a fact blatant to anyone who witnessed the suit go up against the godly might of [i]Hyperion[/i] back during Hank’s first training session as an [i]Avenger[/i]. Thinking about the bout still gave Hank the shakes and the more scientific sensibilities he had spent his life avoiding ironically seemed to control every instinct in his body at the list of possibilities that the suit could have. But the scientific potential would have to wait and he’d have to focus on the task at hand. There was no point in geeking out in his head over the possibilities of the suit when people were in danger; people he cared about.

Checking Yellowjacket’s blueprints and the tracking signal of his phone he took a light breath.

It was time to get to work.