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nothankpym:

“Yeah, multiple labs. Labs within labs, even. Do you have a Reed Richards in your world? This is where he operates and he and the rest of the Fantastic Four do a lot of science and have a school for young super geniuses. You could–quite literally–get lost for days in all the labs we have in here.”

The elevator started moving upwards. “Be careful with growing, my friend. It’s hell on your heart and you can tear yourself apart doing it. I barely ever do it and never to extreme heights and I’ve been doing this a tad longer than you.”

“Uh, no. At least I don’t think we have a Reed Richards. We definitely don’t have a Fantastic Four,” Scott paused thoughtfully, “We might, though. Apparently, there are kings that run around in high-tech cat costumes, so... you never know. Maybe there is a Reed Richards with labs within labs.”

At the mention of growing being harmful to his heart, Scott couldn’t help but subconsciously touch his chest. Getting lost in another dimension was one thing, but the idea that the suit could be hurting him hadn’t really sunk in. Regardless of the grim turn his thoughts went towards, Scott remained chipper, “Awh, don’t be a worry wart. Every problem has a solution.”

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looktotheants:

“At least there’s that.” Hank sighed. “This is why I didn’t want to get involved with the Avengers. It was bound to go south eventually.”

He paced around the living room, eyes falling on the pictures on his mantle and it occurred to him that he was being too harsh with Scott over this. The suit wasn’t the most important thing. “Scott, what about your family?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t bring that up,” Scott sighed, resting his forehead against the phone booth. “The news has probably labeled me as some sort of terrorist,” Again. “I’m figuring it’s probably better if I just stay away from them for a little bit. I--” He ran a hand along the side of his face. “Saving the world is more important. Can’t have a family without a world. Cassie’s in good hands, I don’t have to worry too much.”

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nothankpym:

“Man, your world is weird. I can’t imagine Jan and Hank having a kid.” Scott shook his head, clicking his tongue. “But yeah, let’s see if we can get you back to bizarro world…” Reed wasn’t home and Scott wasn’t sure he wanted to introduce this other Scott to his Hank, so he headed for the elevator, gesturing for the other Scott to follow. “I’m not an expert in interdimensional travel, but we have labs for quantum things. Do you know how you got here to begin with?”

“Labs... As in plural?” Scott followed his doppleganger into the elevator, amazement clear on his face. If he didn’t have a strong emotional connection to returning home, he would have stayed in this world forever; it was clear this was only the surface of all of the technology it had to offer.

“I was messing around with the Ant-Man costume, trying to test out the limits. Growing still makes me pass out, and I’ve been trying to work around that.”

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nothankpym:

“Jeez…” Scott had been dead when Jan was presumed dead in his world, so he could only imagine what it was like to lose her. Still, the idea of her being dead in this other universe hurt his heart more than he thought it would. “Well. I hate to say you’re missing out on knowing a really amazing person, because it seems unfair to tease you like that, but… you’re missing out, man.”

“If she was anything like her daughter, yeah, I’m not surprised,” Scott clapped his hands together, and rubbed them, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable talking about his world. Hell, just having to think in terms of “his” world was disquieting to say the least. “Anyway, I came here because I need help, man. I was hoping you could help me find a way back home.”

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looktotheants:

“They have a super prison now?” Of course they did; they’d probably had it for years… Hank pinched the bridge of his nose. This was the last thing he needed right now, especially when he was trying to crack the secrets of the quantum realm. He didn’t want to get involved in this superhero business again.

“I’m sure Captain America’s a very nice man, but we need to focus on you right now. You’re on the run from the law and they’re going to send more than just cops after you this time. Did they take the suit?”

The suit. Scott knew that it would come up at some point, but he was hoping it would take longer. He felt like a kid who got a bad grade on their report card, and didn’t want to show their parents.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t think they did anything, and at least if they did, Stark probably didn’t get his hands on it, so they probably didn’t get very far with it. If they even did anything with it. I’ve got it back now, so, at least there’s that.”

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nothankpym:

He wondered for a second if he should warn the other Scott about Wanda–not out of dislike for her, but he has been told she was responsible for his death… Okay, no, he’s being ridiculous; the universes are so different, it’d be ludicrous to assume they’d follow the same timeline, but–

His heart sank. “Jan’s dead?” The weight hit him harder than he would have expected, even if he reminded himself that technically this was someone he didn’t know, someone whose death only affected strangers. “That’s– god, Hank can’t be handling that well. Though maybe since you live in bizarro world, Hank’s good at coping?”

“Well, I mean, from what I’ve seen Pym could definitely use some help with learning how to cope, but I think he’s managing. For the most part. But part of that could just be that Janet’s been dead for thirty years. He’s had time to come to terms with it.” Scott rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Like I said, I never met her, so I’m not really in a position to talk about it.”

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looktotheants:

“What you call trying to save the world, other people are calling ‘picking fights with the UN’.” Hank sighed a little.

But his tone softened. “But from what I can gather about that fight is you lost. Please tell me you’re not calling me from jail.”

“No.” Scott’s tone took on an uncharacteristically serious tone. “They didn’t send us to jail. If they did, you would have gotten a call weeks ago. They locked us up in some bizzaro super prison. Captain America busted us out after he was done saving the world.” This caused a shift in his tone, returning it to a more normal, cheery, level. “He’s as awesome as he looks.”

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looktotheants-a

He was busy, working on probes he could shrink down and scan subatomic levels. He ignored the phone the first couple of times it rang, checked the caller ID to see an unknown number, then went back to work before remembering Scott had been on the news recently.

Finally, he picked up the phone and listened to the mild babbling, then sighed and said, “Yes, well, you seem to have been busy field-testing going giant when you know that formula is unstable and could get you killed.”

earnthatlook-blog

Another nervous chuckle. “Oh you saw that, huh?” He said, muttering, “I hoped you hadn’t.” before continuing on to say, “Yeah, I mean, it probably wasn’t the best idea, but it worked! And, uh, we were trying to save the world, and all that other stuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and all that.”

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nothankpym

He wondered for a second if he should warn the other Scott about Wanda–not out of dislike for her, but he has been told she was responsible for his death… Okay, no, he’s being ridiculous; the universes are so different, it’d be ludicrous to assume they’d follow the same timeline, but–

His heart sank. “Jan’s dead?” The weight hit him harder than he would have expected, even if he reminded himself that technically this was someone he didn’t know, someone whose death only affected strangers. “That’s– god, Hank can’t be handling that well. Though maybe since you live in bizarro world, Hank’s good at coping?”

earnthatlook-blog

“Well,” Scott dragged out the word longer than it had any right to be. “I mean, he’s not an alcoholic so he has that going for him, but, uh, I mean, I wouldn’t exactly call being a hermit with a secret basement lair a “good” coping method, and he’s not really great at dealing with Hope. They’re working on it though. Taking down Darren Cross helped them bond.”

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nothankpym

Scott started to explain that they were not normal people, alternate universes were pretty run of the mill, but he stopped short, thrown off by the last statement. “Uh–”

He blinked a little. “Why the hell would Hank not approve of you being an Avenger? He created the Avengers, he and Jan– please tell me Jan’s an Avenger at least.”

earnthatlook-blog

Jan. Oh shit this was awkward. “Yep, yep. Clearly, there is a lot of very significant differences between our universes. Um, where do I begin.” Scott ran his hand along his chin. “Well, I guess starting with the Avengers is a good place. Iron Man, Captain America, The Hulk, Hawkeye, Thor and Black Widow were the first. Thor’s kind of gone now, and they added Falcon, a robot, and a magic lady to the roster. The last two are pretty new. I think they’re Vision and Wanda?”

Dr. Pym is not a fan of the Starks. He doesn’t want his tech anywhere near them. Jan-” Scott cleared his throat awkwardly. “Janet’s not actually- She died when their daughter was just a kid. I never got to meet her. So, yeah... Kind of different.”

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nothankpym

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Most people expect me to be about–” he held up his hand, indicating about an inch tall, but then abruptly stopped the sentence.

“You’re me?” He frowned and inspected the driver’s license for a second before passing it back. “From where? You can’t be me from the past because I never looked like this and you can’t be me from the future because you would have known better than to imply Cassie was in danger to get my attention. Are you even Ant-Man in your world?”

earnthatlook-blog

At first Scott was relieved, but then he was mostly offended. “Um, yeah. How do you think I ended up here? Normal people don’t just end up in alternate universes." He paused, and crossed his arms. How was he supposed to explain where came from. “Yeah, I’m Ant-man where I come from, but from what I can tell it’s a lot different from here. We only have the Avengers, and they’re new, well we only had them until I became Ant-Man. I wouldn’t mind being an Avenger, but Dr. Pym would never let it fly."

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nothankpym

“I’m Scott Lang. Who are you? I was told this had to do with my family.” He looked expectant, but still a little hostile. Invoking family when Scott, in this universe, had had so much difficulty getting both himself and Cassie alive at the same time, might have been a mistake on the other Scott’s part.

“Who are you?”

earnthatlook-blog

“Oh.” Scott looked over the other man once more, this time actually looking. Confusion was evident on his face as he came to terms with the fact that Alt-Scott looked completely different. Part of his plan was to rely on them looking the same to convince the other they were the same. “You’re, uh, taller than I expected.”

“I...” He cleared his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, first I lied. Your family is fine. I figured that’d get you down here, because, well, I’m Scott Lang, too. Just different, obviously. I was kind of expecting you to look the same to make this easier, but—” Scott fumbled around in his pockets before producing his driver’s license. “I have this. I know it doesn’t mean much to guys like us, but... Worth a shot.”

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