The Embarrassment of Trying It On

Apocalypse said, "You're smaller than an ant now. Just get used to it."

"What? How is that possible? How am I supposed to get used to this? I want to change back."

Scott Lang kept pressing the red button on his right hand, but nothing happened.

In fact, the button to return to normal was on his left hand, in the exact same position as the one on his right.

But Scott was so panicked that he had completely overlooked his left hand.

When the button did not respond, Scott grew even more frightened.

"Oh no, oh no! Am I never going to change back? Will Cassie never see her dad again?"

Suddenly, there came a squeak.

Scott turned around and nearly lost his soul in terror.

A rat as enormous as some prehistoric beast was staring at him curiously with eyes the size of tires.

It seemed to be considering whether it could eat him.

Seeing that Scott did not fight back, the rat bared fangs that looked two meters long.

"Monster! Help! Tang!"

Scott immediately fled.

Along the way, the rat crashed around with a series of loud bangs.

Scott had never imagined that, in this lifetime, he would one day be chased by a rat in such a miserable state.

Fortunately, he was much smaller than the rat right now.

He could easily slip through countless cracks, and he was agile as well.

At last, he narrowly escaped Hank Pym's house.

He ran toward the van by the roadside.

A lawn that normally took only a dozen seconds to cross now felt like a forest. He ran for quite a while before finally reaching the van.

"Open the door, Luis! Open the door!"

Scott was smaller than an ant right now. How could Luis possibly hear him?