Thank goodness Scott hadn't been reduced to a bloody pulp. He made it through the Laser Grid safely, but events unfolded exactly as Aether had told him they would.
When Scott was mere inches from the Wasp Suit, the platform holding it retracted.
"Hello there, little guy."
Clink, clink.
Klaus held the glass container housing the Wasp Suit and tapped the transparent display case. The rope behind Scott was severed, and he dropped into the sealed case.
But to Klaus's surprise, Scott didn't seem particularly alarmed after falling inside. He got up off the floor, then leisurely found a spot to sit cross-legged.
Klaus's brow furrowed, but his eagerness to show off to Dr. Pym made him deliberately ignore this odd behavior.
"I always suspected you'd hidden the suit somewhere."
Klaus looked at Pym and said, "So here's the question: who's the new Ant-Man?"
"Who is this person my beloved mentor trusts more than me?"
Klaus gazed at his former mentor like a student thirsting for knowledge.
Pym watched Klaus quietly, waiting for him to continue his one-man show.
Pym's unruffled expression failed to satisfy Klaus. His face slowly twisted, and he supplied the answer himself. "Scott Lang."
Klaus forced the name through gritted teeth, and at that very moment, Scott's mugshot appeared on the screen.
It was the photo taken when he'd gone to prison.
"Uh."
Scott covered his eyes, unable to bear looking.
There was no denying it: Klaus really knew how to twist the knife.
"Ha, a warrior who challenged a corporation and paid the price, only to lose his family and his only daughter."
Klaus described Scott's "glorious deeds" with theatrical inflection, but every word dripped with sarcasm.
"Wow, so this is your ideal candidate, Hank."
Klaus clapped his hands as though he'd just had a