"I know, Hank. I've always known. You're Ant-Man."
Before Hank could say it himself, Janet, lying in his arms, spoke first. Her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her voice sounded even more fragile.
"What? You knew? How did you know?"
"I watch the news, whether it's newspapers or television." Janet stepped back a few paces and looked up at his face, their hands clasped tightly together. "Wherever Ant-Man gets hurt one night, I see bruises in the exact same place on you the next day. What do you think? Help me, Hank, and then let me help you."
Pym took a deep breath. Looking into her emerald-green eyes, he raised a hand and touched her cheek.
"I can make you as small as Ant-Man. Then, in that state, I'll give you antennae and wings. I can make you... Wasp. It's just that I need you to understand—"
Janet quickly shook her head and blinked. "I understand the risks that come with becoming a hero. I also understand that a Vigilante's sacrifices go unrewarded."
"...Come with me."
Pym led Janet toward the basement. His security measures were a little better than Dr. Dean's, after all; he had copied them straight from S.H.I.E.L.D.
He had Janet enter a modification chamber similar to the one Steve had used years ago, though he had made some improvements on Howard's design. At the very least, it did not require all of Brooklyn's electricity to operate.
Through the observation window of the chamber, Janet could only see Pym frantically operating all kinds of equipment spread across an entire wall. Then streams of electricity flowed through the cables toward her.
"I implanted wings made from synthetic specialized cells into your back. When you shrink to the size of a wasp, they'll adjust their size under the