The moment Tony saw the location of the alert, he sobered up halfway.
His fingers flew across the virtual screen.
"FRIDAY, pull up the live surveillance feed! Let's see which idiot has the guts to cause trouble during Mr. Stark's party!"
"At once, sir."
A holographic image appeared.
The underground laboratory of Pym Technologies.
A tiny figure in a red-and-black bodysuit, looking somewhat like motorcycle gear and somewhat ridiculous, was fiercely fighting someone in a sleeker suit that glowed with dangerous yellow light.
The two rapidly grew and shrank amid lab equipment, tables, chairs, and model displays.
Their fists whipped up miniature gusts of wind as they fought with gusto.
Nearby, an old man in a lab coat, wearing an expression that said, "I knew this would happen," was frantically trying to operate a console.
"Pff—"
Falcon recognized Scott and sprayed every last drop of red wine from his mouth.
It looked like he had coughed up blood.
His eyes instinctively turned toward Captain America and Su Ming.
Seeing Steve staring curiously at the screen without showing any unusual reaction,
he secretly gave Su Ming a thumbs-up.
"Good brother for life!"
"Holy crap!"
Ned squeezed his chubby body through the crowd and arrived before the screen, making a huge fuss.
"Miniature wrestling? Mr. Stark, since when did you invest in a tiny-people fighting league?"
Wanda could not help laughing as well.
"That little red guy... he's pretty nimble."
Banner was drawn over. He adjusted his glasses and leaned closer to the screen.
"Wait... these energy fluctuations that instantly alter material density...
They resemble Pym Particles, but they're more unstable!"
The incredible phenomenon before him awakened Banner's research instincts.
For the moment, he set aside his intention to leave from a safe distance and cautiously offered his opinion.
"Pym Particles?"
Tony