Although Ant-Man's Combat Suit was impressive, it still couldn't protect against toxic gas as well as extraterrestrial spacesuits could.
Scott Lang had confidently insisted over the Communicator that he could handle any danger, but in the end, he'd still been taken down.
Only a trace of the gas had gotten inside before he sealed his helmet, but just as Dr. Bailey had said, it had quickly severed the neural connections in his body.
Church seemed to know Dr. Bailey well. He walked over to the doctor's body, searched him, and found a syringe hidden in the sole of his left shoe.
Holding up the old-looking syringe for Scott Lang to see, Church grinned. "You're in luck!"
Scott Lang stared at the syringe, his voice full of alarm. "Don't mess with me. Is that really the Antidote?
The junkies in Hell's Kitchen use cleaner syringes than that..."
As he spoke, Scott Lang turned to Alvin and said in fear, "Principal Alvin, can you send me back to Hell's Kitchen?
Dr. Pym will definitely know what to do..."
Church didn't give Scott Lang a chance to say another word. He walked over, roughly shook the syringe, and jabbed it into Ant-Man's chest.
Alvin frowned as Scott Lang began moving his fingers again within seconds. He let out a small sigh of relief, then looked at Church. "How did you realize something was wrong?
Did you know that guy well?"
Church patted the frightened Scott Lang, then stood up. "Years ago, I escorted Dr. Bailey to Moscow. He made a Red Mercury Bomb in a Safe House nearby.
Back then, he was a talkative scientist. When he got drunk, he bragged to me about his Magic Shoes.
I saw him wearing those Magic Shoes right at the door...
He'd been under the Tower