Dr. Drake

This man carried himself with dignity, his face bearing strong Central Asian Indian features. After 9/11, someone with such a face would have had a hard time earning an important position, yet he had forcibly broken through ethnic barriers to become the head of the Life Foundation. That alone was enough to show his capability and methods.

His gaze passed over Lorna and Esme automatically, focusing on Ant-Man Scott Lang. "Mr. Lang, I need your Battle Suit and Pym Particles. Hand them over."

His tone was heavy, but if one listened carefully, there was a faint hissing noise at the ends of his words. His eyes seemed calm, but beneath them lurked a horrifying madness.

Lorna, who had been discussing what to do in Los Angeles that night, nearly choked on her own saliva. A perfectly normal business visit had run into robbers?

Seeing that none of them moved, Dr. Drake grew impatient. He tilted his chin slightly toward Scott Lang's daughter, signaling his men to seize the hostage.

If he had sent people after Ant-Man, Lorna would have chosen to look the other way. Ant-Man had bragged far too much before, as though he alone had killed Ultron. Lorna knew how many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had died, and she knew the Avengers had all been seriously injured before they won that difficult victory. She was very dissatisfied with Ant-Man's boasting.

Weren't you supposed to be able to take on a thousand by yourself? Show us, then!

But when she saw several burly men moving to abduct a child, she could no longer stand by. That was her bottom line.

"Stop. Did you ask me? Get out." Unlike when dealing with Purple Man, the enemy had drawn their guns this time. She could absolutely fight back in this situation, but Lorna