[center][img]http://www.firstcomicsnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Ant-Man-Logo.png[/img][/center] It didn’t take long for Scott to find himself a seat. The train to Metropolis always seemed relatively empty at this hour, often sporting the occasional drunk or tired businessman, who tried their best to keep themselves and their expensive suits away from the pre-mentioned drunks. Scott decided to take the businessmen’s attempts one further and essentially avoid everyone in the entire carriage. Securely fastening the Ant-Man helmet in the carriage’s luggage rack, Scott gave a brief wave goodbye to the other patrons, despite the fact they weren’t paying the man any attention whatsoever, and began to shrink. Midway through his size change, he left into the air, landing on the rack next to his helmet. Giving one last look to the rest of the train carriage below him, he leapt once more, shrinking down even further as he entered the depths of the inside of his helmet. Months ago, Scott had been shrunk down cleaning yoghurt off of the inside of his helmet when he had discovered something amazing. Hidden within one of the inside walls, was a microscopic lab. The place had been one of Pym’s spares, having created many such places dotted around during his time as the Ant-Man. This place had soon become a haven for Scott since the day of the yoghurt spillage, with him referring to it as his own personal little headquarters. Little being the definitive word. Once inside, Scott let out a huge yawn as he strode through the main room towards the computer. After quickly sorting out the wedgie that his spandex suit had given him, he flopped down into the seat, letting out one more yawn. It had been a long day. First there had been that stupid Porcupine guy who he had run into, and then there was everything with Peggy. New York had really fallen to crap. Scott was lucky the League had relocated him to Metropolis as he couldn’t even imagine how he’d survive living in such a city any longer. The only good thing about the place was Cass. Ah, Cassie. The thought of Scott’s little princess made him smile. Turning his chair so that he was facing the main computer, Scott decided that he may as well start doing something productive with his time. Loading it up, Scott frowned. It would seem that he had missed a call from his fellow Leaguers. Two calls in fact. Carol had had a run in with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants while Cap’ and Zatana had battled the Absorbing Man downtown. Guilt filled Scott for a second, before he realized that even if he had received the message, he wouldn’t have been able to get to any of the situations in time. Besides, they seemed to have handled everything fine! Scott also found that he had received another message from Hank. He groaned loudly, as he read the message’s subject line; [i]Insect-esque Robots[/i]. Did the guy really had to email him every time he came up with a new invention? Besides, bug robots? Why would Scott need that? He had the ants! Scott rubbed his eyes slightly, stifling another yawn. Maybe it would be best to email the guy back. Tell him what a good job he had done. Yeah, Pym would like that. Tiredly, he typed out a response; [B][i]Hey Hank. Good job. Scott.[/i][/b] Satisfied with his response, Scott spun his chair away from the desk. Determined to get in a little nap before the train arrived, he leant back further into his chair and shut his eyes, ignoring the pinging sound from the computing signifying that he had received a new message. He’d answer it later. It couldn’t really be that important, right?