"Are you... Darren?"
A moment later, Scott stared at the enormous head before him and called out uncertainly, his expression growing more and more complicated.
The face was grotesquely enlarged, its features distorted, but Scott still recognized it.
Less than six months ago, Scott had met old Dr. Pym at his house and agreed to go to Pym Technologies to destroy the Wasp Suit. There, he had fought Darren Cross, Dr. Pym's former apprentice, and sent him into the infinitesimal Quantum Realm.
Scott had thought he would never see Darren again. He certainly hadn't expected to fall into the Quantum Realm himself and run into him here.
"Scott Lang!"
MODOK glared at Scott, his pupils contracting. "I've been thinking about seeing you again..."
"I can tell. That's a lot of face..."
Scott looked at Darren—or rather, MODOK—who seemed to be almost nothing but face. "What happened to you, Darren? How did you end up like this?"
"It's all thanks to you!!"
MODOK forced the words through clenched teeth. His tiny fists, absurdly small beneath his enormous head, curled tight.
"That uncontrolled quantum jump warped me permanently!"
"You left me in the Quantum Realm to die... But the Conqueror found me! He gave me new life and remade me into the ultimate killing machine! The mechanized organism—MODOK!"
As he roared, the high-tech chair beneath him lit up with a blinding red glow.
Click! Click!
Two metal claws sprang from either side of the chair. Their sharp edges cut through the air as they slowly reached toward Scott.
"Now I'm going to—"
Before MODOK could finish, a shudder ran through him. An icy chill shot without warning from the base of his spine to the top of his head.
Stiffly, inch by inch, he turned his enormous head toward the young man