An hour later.
Hank Pym strode in, carrying two metal briefcases.
"Hope!" Pym's voice echoed through the lab.
"Father!" Hope hurried to meet him.
Without wasting a word, Pym went straight to an empty lab table and set both briefcases down with a heavy thud.
Click, click.
The metal latches sprang open, and Pym lifted the lids.
Inside the case on the left lay a brand-new red-and-black Ant-Man Suit.
The case on the right held a lighter, sleeker suit with a pair of thin flight wings mounted on its back.
Pym looked past Hope at Homelander, who stood behind her.
"I take back what I thought of you, Homelander." Pym's tone was stiff, but he could not hide the gratitude in his eyes.
"On behalf of my daughter and my... family, thank you."
"I'm helping my family too, Dr. Pym." Homelander gave a slight nod, his response impeccable.
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Pym turned back to Hope.
"Put it on, Hope."
Hope reached into the case on the right without hesitation and picked up the suit.
"Thank you, Father. I'll get ready to leave."
"You're not going alone." Pym picked up the Ant-Man Suit from the case on the left. "We're going together."
"No. I'm going, and you're staying here," Hope protested loudly. "The Quantum Realm is full of unknown dangers. You're older now. Your body can't handle the conditions there!"
"I've adjusted the suit's internal pressure compensation system. And..." Pym looked his daughter in the eye, speaking one word at a time.
"You're willing to risk your life to save the person you love..."
He pointed at his own chest.
"Who do you think you inherited that reckless streak from?"
"I watched Janet van Dyne disappear before my eyes, then spent half my