Ant-Man: I Have a Daughter

"Mr. Stark, be careful, it's Ant-Man!" Peter immediately reacted and warned him.

Iron Man had also received the report from the AI Friday and immediately activated the fire suppression system within his armor.

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

"Are you that guy who can shrink?" Iron Man asked.

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

Iron Man let out a cold laugh, "I hope my conscience can withstand a flush of coolant."

"Whoa! I'm gonna die, gonna die, gonna die!" As he spoke, coolant surged towards Ant-Man through the pipes.

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

When Iron Man designed this cooling system, it was specifically to prevent high temperatures caused by overload in certain parts, or fires caused by external trauma.

So, the cooling system was definitely fast.

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

At the same time, Captain America's side, taking advantage of Wanda's burst of power, quickly created distance from Iron Man's side.

After a discussion, they decided to let Captain America and Winter Soldier proceed to Siberia as originally planned, while the rest of them would stay behind to continue blocking Iron Man and the others.

However, before that, they needed a big guy to attract everyone's attention so that Captain America and Winter Soldier could slip away unnoticed.

So, Ant-Man volunteered to be that big guy.

"What the heck... what is that thing?" Peter stared in shock at the center of the plaza.

Before him stood a giant version of Ant-Man, over thirty meters tall, almost as tall as Ultraman.

"The little guy got big again, this guy is so weird, why does he keep getting bigger and smaller?" War Machine, with one foot caught, complained weakly.

"Good job, Tick-Tock!" Falcon praised.

Ant-Man said nothing and flung Rhodey away, who flew directly over Peter's head.

Peter quickly shot out webs, trying to pull War Machine back, but the immense force also pulled him along, flying forward.

Finally, with the help of a bus, he managed to stop War Machine's momentum and pull him back.

"Good job, Spidey," War Machine said, thanking him, and charged back towards Ant-Man again.

At this moment, Ant-Man kicked another bus over.

Peter turned and caught the bus, taking several steps back before stopping.

"Here you go!" he said, exerting great force and throwing the bus back.

Iron Man and War Machine moved to surround Ant-Man, but facing a giant Ant-Man who could rip off airplane wings and use them as knives, the two were at a loss for what to do.

"Does anyone on our side want to show off some special talent?" Iron Man shouted while firing a barrage of bullets.

Peter asked confusedly, "This guy doesn't follow the laws of physics, right? His body got bigger, but his body's hardness shouldn't change, should it? Why can he withstand cannonballs?"

"Does his body getting bigger follow the laws of physics? His mass increased too!" Iron Man retorted.

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

Peter still couldn't quite figure it out, but it didn't matter, they could finish the fight first.

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

The webs, with their extreme toughness, immediately restricted Ant-Man's movements.

Already a bit slow after growing, he suddenly turned into a lumbering, giant old man.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Peter shot webs from both hands again, starting from his feet and circling around Ant-Man.

"Mr. Stark, and uh..." Peter didn't know War Machine's name, and in fact, he didn't even know the name War Machine.

"Rhodey, my name is Rhodey. What do you need us to do?" War Machine replied.

"Okay, Mr. Stark, Mr. Rhodey, find an opportunity and use your speed to hit his chin and knock him out!" Peter explained his plan.

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

Ant-Man seemed to sense their plan, but at this point, with them as the butcher and him as the fish, he had no ability to resist.

In fact, this was only the second time he had used the growth ability, and he hadn't grown this big last time.

So, he was really just a conspicuous target to draw fire, and his actual combat strength wasn't high.

Duang!

The two Iron Man armors, using their propulsion, poured all their kinetic energy into their fists and smashed heavily into Ant-Man's chin.

Ant-Man's body tilted backward and fell to the ground, quickly reverting to his original size.

"Well done," Iron Man said, looking at Peter, very satisfied with his performance.

Peter made a victory gesture, "You're welcome!"

Boom!

As they were talking, a Quinjet took off from the nearby tarmac.

"Damn it!" Iron Man and War Machine cursed under their breath, flying up in unison towards the Quinjet.

Falcon, seeing this from a distance, also took to the air.

Peter was momentarily dumbfounded.

The battlefield had suddenly shifted from the ground to the sky, how was he supposed to handle this?

Which Spider-Man could fly?

Could I copy that?

Waiting online, it's urgent!

"Hey kid, can you give me a hand?" Ant-Man cried out, asking Peter for help.

Peter walked over, stopping about three meters away from him. "If I help you, will I be considered a war criminal too?"

Ant-Man: .

"No, no, you won't!" Ant-Man tried hard to convince Peter. He enlarged himself again, putting immense strain on his body. He was in pain all over and had very 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 really cute. How about I introduce you?" Ant-Man resorted to temptation.

Mainly, he thought this young man was good. Just by his voice, he could tell he was young, but he was brave, resourceful, and exceptionally capable. He was a very outstanding young man.

Although Cassie was still young, he didn't mind finding a good young man for his daughter to interact with first.

Most importantly, they were "relatives"!

Peter: .

"Your daughter will definitely be sad if she hears that," Peter walked over and helped Ant-Man up.

Of course, it wasn't for the sake of the beautiful daughter he mentioned, but simply because he felt helping Ant-Man was no big deal anyway.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that they hadn't gone too far in their fight from beginning to end.

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

"Uh, my name is Peter Parker, you can call me Peter," Peter replied.

"Heh heh, alright, Peter, you're a good kid, such strong muscles," Ant-Man put a hand on Peter's shoulder, felt his chest, and chuckled.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine, "Please don't make those perverted gestures and expressions."