Ant-Man: I Have a Daughter

"Watch out, Mr. Stark, it's Ant-Man!" Peter immediately realized what was happening and warned him.

Iron Man had also received Friday's report and immediately activated the fire suppression system inside his armor.

"Ah, I've been discovered?" Ant-Man's voice came from inside the armor.

"You're that guy who can shrink?" Iron Man asked.

Ant-Man replied, "No, no, I'm your conscience."

Iron Man gave a cold chuckle. "I hope my conscience can withstand a wash of coolant."

"Whoa! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!" As he spoke, coolant came rushing through the pipes toward Ant-Man.

Ant-Man turned and ran, but there was no way he could outrun the coolant.

Iron Man had designed this cooling system to prevent overheating caused by overloaded components, as well as fires caused by external damage.

So naturally, the cooling system had to be fast.

Ant-Man was blasted straight out by the coolant and landed on the ground with a splat.

At the same time, Captain America's side used Wanda's burst of power to quickly put some distance between themselves and Iron Man's group.

After discussing it, they decided that Captain America and Winter Soldier would proceed to Siberia according to the original plan, while the rest stayed behind to continue holding Iron Man's group back.

But before that, they needed something big to draw everyone's attention, making it easier for Captain America and Winter Soldier to slip away in the confusion.

So Ant-Man volunteered to be that big thing.

"What the hell? What is that?" Peter stared at the center of the plaza in shock.

Before him stood an enlarged Ant-Man, over thirty meters tall—almost as tall as Ultraman.

"The little guy got bigger again. This guy's so weird. Why does he get big one moment and small the next?" War Machine complained helplessly as one of his feet was held in Ant-Man's grip.

"Nice work, Tick-Tock!" Falcon praised him.

Without saying a word, Ant-Man flung Rhodey away, sending him directly over Peter's head.

Peter hurriedly fired webs, trying to catch War Machine, but the tremendous force instead dragged him forward through the air.

In the end, with the help of a bus, he managed to stop War Machine and pull him back.

"Nice work, little spider." War Machine thanked him before charging back at Ant-Man.

Then Ant-Man kicked a bus toward them.

Peter spun around and caught the bus, taking several steps back before finally stopping.

"Take it back!" He exerted himself and hurled the bus back.

Iron Man and War Machine moved in to surround Ant-Man, but faced with a giant Ant-Man who could rip off airplane wings and use them as small knives, neither of them had a good solution for the moment.

"Anyone on our side want to show off a special talent?" Iron Man fired a string of bullets as he shouted.

Peter asked in confusion, "This guy doesn't make sense physically. His body got bigger, but his body's hardness shouldn't have changed, right? Why can he withstand artillery shells?"

"Does a body getting bigger make physical sense? His mass increased too!" Iron Man replied.

"Okay, I have a plan. Let me try."

Peter still couldn't quite figure it out, but it didn't matter. They could beat him first and worry about it later.

He quickly approached Ant-Man and fired several webs, sticking them to Ant-Man's feet and joints.

The incredibly tough webs immediately restricted Ant-Man's movements.

Already somewhat sluggish after growing larger, he now became like an oversized old man shuffling along unsteadily.

Seizing the opportunity, Peter fired webs from both hands again and began circling Ant-Man from his feet upward, wrapping him layer by layer.

"Mr. Stark, and, uh..." Peter didn't know what to call War Machine. In fact, he didn't even know the name War Machine.

"Rhodey. My name's Rhodey. What do you need us to do?" War Machine replied.

"Okay, Mr. Stark, Mr. Rhodey, find an opening and use your speed to hit him in the jaw. Knock him out!" Peter laid out his plan.

"Okay!" Iron Man and War Machine chose to trust Peter.

Ant-Man seemed to realize what they were planning, but at this point, he was meat on the chopping block. He had no ability to resist.

In truth, this was only the second time he had used his ability to grow larger, and last time, he hadn't grown nearly this big.

So he was really just an attention-grabbing target meant to draw fire. His actual combat strength wasn't very high.

Duang!

Using their armor's propulsion, the two Iron Man Armors poured all their kinetic energy into their fists and slammed them heavily into Ant-Man's jaw.

Ant-Man's body tilted backward and crashed to the ground, quickly shrinking back to his original size.

"Not bad." Iron Man looked at Peter, very satisfied with his performance.

Peter flashed a victory sign. "You're welcome!"

Boom!

As they spoke, a Quinjet lifted off from the airfield in the distance.

"Damn it!" Iron Man and War Machine cursed under their breaths, taking off together and flying toward the Quinjet.

Falcon in the distance saw this and flew after them.

Peter was momentarily dumbfounded.

The battlefield had suddenly shifted from the ground to the air. What was he supposed to do now?

What Spider-Man could fly?

Could I copy that somehow?

Waiting online. Urgent!

"Hey, kid, could you give me a hand?" Ant-Man groaned as he called for Peter's help.

Peter walked over and stopped about three meters away from him. "If I help you, will I be treated as a war criminal too?"

Ant-Man: ...

"No, you won't!" Ant-Man tried to persuade Peter. Growing larger again had placed an enormous burden on his body. Everything hurt now, and he had little strength left.

"But that's too risky. I don't want to take risks," Peter said.

"I have a daughter. Her name is Cassie, and she's especially cute. How about I introduce you to her?" Ant-Man chose to tempt him with feminine charms.

Mainly because he thought this young man was pretty good. He could tell from his voice that Peter was young, but he was bold, capable, and extraordinarily gifted. He was an outstanding young man.

Although Cassie was still little, he didn't mind finding an excellent young man for his daughter to get to know in advance.

Most importantly, they were practically family!

Peter: ...

"Your daughter would definitely be sad if she heard that," Peter said as he walked over and helped Ant-Man up.

Of course, it wasn't because of the beautiful daughter Ant-Man had mentioned. He simply felt there was nothing wrong with helping Ant-Man up.

After all, anyone with eyes could tell that neither side had gone too far from beginning to end.

Ant-Man introduced himself. "My name is Scott Lang. You can call me Scott. What's your name?"

"Uh, I'm Peter Parker. You can call me Peter," Peter said.

"Hehe, good, good. Peter, what a great kid. Your muscles are really solid." Ant-Man draped one hand over Peter's shoulder, felt his chest, and grinned.

Peter shuddered. "Please don't make such creepy movements and expressions."