Hope gave her head a slight shake, trying to drive away the untimely, suggestive thoughts in her mind.
She tucked her short hair behind her ear, took half a step back, then carefully bent down.
To avoid exposing herself again, she kept her knees together and her skirt snug against her thighs as she knelt on the carpet with ladylike care.
She slowly extended her right hand and held her smooth, fair palm flat in front of Homelander.
A smile tugged at Homelander's lips. Playing along, he took a few steps and lightly hopped onto Hope's palm.
Hope held her breath and carefully rose to her feet with Homelander in her hand.
As she lifted her hand, she could clearly feel his weight against her palm.
His size and mass changed together... Hope thought. As a top researcher, she knew exactly what that meant.
She had studied the records left on Pym Particles. She knew they worked by compressing the distance between atoms; an object's original mass did not simply vanish when its volume shrank.
To reduce weight along with size, the user had to rely on a regulator in the Ant-Man Suit to transfer and store the excess mass in another dimension.
Only then could mass and volume shrink together.
When it was time to attack, the regulator would instantly draw that mass back, giving the tiny body the destructive force to match.
The theory sounded perfect, but Hope knew it had a fatal flaw.
If the suit's regulator malfunctioned or was damaged in battle, the consequences would be catastrophic.
A sudden, irregular collapse in density would twist the user into a puddle of flesh.
Yet what this man had brought out crossed the physical divide between mass and volume without needing any additional equipment.
At least in terms