Aaron snapped his fingers, and the headlights of the red motorcycle in the underground garage suddenly flickered to life.
The next second, the motorcycle roared. Its two wheels spun wildly as it shot out of the garage at incredible speed, then came to a graceful drifting stop in front of Aaron.
"Master, Supersonic reporting for duty."
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
Scott Lang and Peter Parker exclaimed one after the other, staring wide-eyed at the cool red motorcycle before them. Their eyes seemed to sparkle with little yellow stars, making them look utterly inexperienced.
"Can it transform?" Peter Parker asked curiously.
"You tell me." Aaron rolled his eyes at him irritably, then placed Abei in front of the seat and swung onto the bike with practiced ease. "I'm leaving first. Don't make me wait too long."
With that, Aaron twisted the handlebar and quickly disappeared from the two men's sight.
"I bet it can transform," Peter Parker muttered to himself. "There are gaps between all the motorcycle's components. They must be there for transforming."
"Forget that. We need to catch up," Scott immediately drove his little truck over. "Get in."
"Okay, sir."
More than half an hour later, the three met up in a suburban area.
Aaron skillfully stored Supersonic in his Spatial Ring, making Scott green with envy.
He wanted to put away his own ride and carry it around with him too.
But Hank was too stingy and hadn't given him even a single Pym Particle. Otherwise, he could have enjoyed the conveniences of high-tech life too.
"This should be the place." Scott spoke with some uncertainty. "Prince T'Challa will be here soon. Should we change into our gear first?"
"I've already changed." Peter Parker pulled down his collar, revealing the bright red Spider-Suit underneath. "As long as I put on