Training Begins

Dr. Pym and Hope were stunned!

They nearly forgot how to breathe.

Scott Lang hurriedly steadied Dr. Pym and said awkwardly, "Sorry. My friend's joking."

"He played the Apocalypse King for my daughter once. She loved it, and now he goes around calling himself the Apocalypse King all day."

Dr. Pym said curtly, "I only need you. It's best if no one else gets involved."

To everyone's surprise, Apocalypse struck up a conversation with Hope. "Hey, hello. I'm not used to people calling me the Apocalypse King to my face, either. Just call me Tang."

Hope smiled. Her dreary life had finally brought her someone interesting, and she reached out to shake his hand.

"Hi, I'm Hope. Being the Apocalypse King must keep you busy, dressing up to entertain kids all day."

"It's not too bad. Aside from fighting aliens and killing supervillains, entertaining kids is about the only thing that keeps me occupied."

"If you have that much free time, why doesn't S.H.I.E.L.D. send you after all the supercriminals around the world?"

Apocalypse shrugged. "Those criminals are too weak. S.H.I.E.L.D. would be embarrassed to ask me."

"Hahahahaha..."

Hope laughed. "Come in and have some coffee."

The two of them chatted and laughed as they headed into the living room.

Scott Lang and Dr. Pym were left staring at each other.

They'd hit it off already?

Scott Lang, especially, felt as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

No wonder Tang keeps saying he's the Apocalypse King.

So that's his opening line? Picking up women is that easy?

Hmm... should I try it too?

If he gets to be the Apocalypse King, I can say I'm the Hulk before he transforms, right?

Plenty of fangirls love all that muscle on the Hulk.

The four of them went inside.