Biotic Factor (Hank & Tony)
Every so often, he hit a roadblock. Something wasn’t working right, or something simply wasn’t compatible. Maybe he’d slipped on a few notes and forgotten a miniscule segment of the design, and had to go back and rectify the mistake. He’d murmur some scientific gibberish under his breath, because there was always something in these schematics didn’t want to cooperate.
Work went smoothly enough, with Hank devising several ways to improve upon the range of the antennae, amplifying the distance at which he could call upon the ants. It would drastically improve combat vitality, and significantly increase his chances of coming home unscathed.
“Range enhanced to… four kilometers, and counting. Any more pushing and the emitters are going to burn out.” Hank scribbled that down on the corner of his notebook, a record should he wish to improve upon it further. A few more tweaks to a circular disk smaller than the palm of his hand, the internal communicator, his mind supplied, and he was finished. Mostly.
Hank stepped away from his work. At this point however, it was less work and more adjustments and upgrades; his attempt at enhancing his gadgets and by extent, himself. Perhaps a bit of fresh non-lab air would jumpstart his imagination and clear away a day-and-a-half’s worth of mind fog.
He’d consider it one his rare breaks, and take full advantage. Now, to find his future Lab partner. Good with machines, wasn’t he…?
Almost as if on cue, Tony Stark saunters his way into the Avengers Laboratory with a trademark ‘Stark’ grin on his features. It had been weeks since Tony had made his way to the lab due to numerous court dates and patrol obligations; and quite frankly the engineer is eager to meet another individual who could understand him when he talked bio-mechanical theory.
He’s read about the infamous Hank Pym before, a few years ago. His work in the bio-chemistry was simply unmatched, even by Stark himself. And as Tony approaches the scientist, his arms are wide in welcome.
“Hank Pym!-” Tony speaks with a bit of contained excitement, keeping the meeting between them somewhat professional. He is an adult after all, albeit, a very excited adult about having yet another science brother. He extends a hand in order for the other man to shake before continuing to speak. “-it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure you know who I am because by now, who doesn’t?”
The sudden appearance saved him a lot of time searching, at least. He couldn’t say he’d be able to tolerate the exuberance the man practically oozed, however. Hank cleared his throat and put on his best welcoming smile before taking the hand in his own and giving it a firm shake.
“Tony Stark,” he greeted, nodding curtly. “You’re right about that. Pleasure is mine.” There was a hint of dry humor there, but he seemed genuinely pleased to meet the man, if only because it was rare to find anyone capable of comprehending anything he had to say.
Sure, he knew plenty about the head of Stark Industries. Knew even more now that he’d joined up with the Avengers, and he had to say-- he was impressed. If feeling a bit competitive, now that Tony had finally shown up.
