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[hr][hr][center][h1][color=C24641]A N T[/color] — [color=C24641]M A N[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=C24641][b]“You know you’re kind of stealing my motif.”[/b][/color]

It seemed like Hank was right on time as far as things appeared— a wide grin underneath his helmet’s faceplate as he looked squarely at the villain that was in front of him that had attacked his mother in [i]broad daylight[/i]. Even with the presence of a second heroic vigilante that Hank had not accounted for he was basically prepared and had prepared various quips and comments for the culprit.

[b]“[i]Two[/i] of you? Damn it! Who are you?”[/b]

Hank wasn’t exactly sure who the kid with the Spider motif was, but it didn’t really matter at the moment since he was looking confused like he had never dealt with molecular acceleration and manipulation technology before in his life. As Ant-Man he figured the word would’ve been out on technological concepts of molecular manipulation considering his entire first bout as Ant-Man had been dealing with a jerk who was aping on his father’s technologies in the first place but good press was hard to get. He’d have to make a mental note of talking to someone in news to get his name out there; after all, he was an [i]avenger[/i] and didn’t deserve this kind of ignorance!

[color=C24641][b]“I go by many names. Today I’ll be the guy who’s kicking your ass.”[/b][/color]

He shook his head. 

[b]“I’ve come too far to get what I deserve to be outwitted by the likes of costumed morons!”[/b]

[color=C24641][b]“Sir, I have a 11th level intelligence, so that is kind of rude.”[/b][/color]

The villain charged him, blasting his particle gun in the process, with a grumble as Hank dodged the blasts with a few subsequent flips as he tightened his fists. 

[b]“I don’t care if you have a 20th level intelligence, you aren’t stopping me!”[/b] His left hand slammed on a switch on his belt as a loud [i]'beep'[/i] clicked that at their height sounded like a bullhorn. Before Hank could react the room filled with a thick smoke and he felt the crunch of a fist hitting his face knocking him back into a crushed up roll of paper as his enemy turned back to 'human' size as soon as he connected his attack with Hank.

[color=C24641][i]Well, this isn’t going to be as fast as I thought.[/i][/color]