Hope of the Entire Universe

Scott Lang, the second Ant-Man.

Based on Chu Hang's memories of the story, Scott should have just returned from the Quantum Realm. Five years ago, he had entered the Quantum Realm to collect quantum energy, but the Snap caused Hank Pym's entire family to vanish, leaving no one to bring him back. He had been trapped in that chaotic subatomic world for five years, though to him, it might have only felt like five hours.

Time dilation. One of the Quantum Realm's strangest properties.

Chu Hang stood on the lawn outside the cabin, closed his eyes, and unleashed Super Hearing once more. This time, he was not searching for the energy fluctuations of an Arc Reactor, but for a subtler spatial disturbance—the quantum traces left behind by Pym Particles during transit.

It was a very peculiar frequency, like space being folded and unfolded at a single point, leaving behind faint ripples. A technique Hank Pym had spent decades mastering appeared in Chu Hang's perception like fireflies in the night: faint, yet distinct.

After scanning all of North America, Chu Hang finally caught that unique fluctuation near an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of San Francisco.

That was the place.

Chu Hang raised a hand, and a spatial rift opened before him. Beyond it lay a desolate industrial district, filled with rusted shipping containers and crumbling factory buildings. Sunlight streamed through shattered windows, casting mottled shadows across the ground.

He stepped through and appeared in the open space outside the warehouse.

Not far away, an aging van was parked by the roadside. Its door stood open, revealing a pile of scattered equipment inside. Chu Hang recognized those things—a portable version of the Quantum Tunnel, Hank Pym's legacy.

A man in a gray hoodie was crouching beside the van, clutching his head