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Jan 12 2016, 04:04 AM
"God I want a drink..."

Scowling as his tray was loaded with some imperceptible goo and a sad-looking roll, Hank made a face and adjusted the collar on the jumpsuit they made him wear. The tracker tied around his ankle itched and he STILL felt like more of a prisoner than most of the people here who actually WERE prisoners. Smelling the goo with a look of disgust, Hank looked up at the server (some low-ranking grunt who'd been assigned KP) and asked, "Ma'am... do you know what this smells like?" smiling sadly, a tired look in her eyes, the grunt said, "Sorry Mr. Pym - I can't smell nothin no more - I been here too long," wincing at her thick southern accent (and how she probably signed up with the military to pay for college - only to wind up here) and almost drone-like expression, Hank said, "Perhaps you'll give this to a soul less fortunate than I,"

Taking the sad-looking roll, Hank shoved his shaggy hair out of his face and headed over to a table in the corner.

"God I want a drink..." Hank had been thinking that a lot lately. He wanted a drink. He wanted wild passionate sex with Jan (which was saying something when you as big a prude as Hank) and - more than anything else - he wanted a PROPER dose of his medication. He felt like he was just BARELY in control. His brain felt oily - slippery - like he could see what it was thinking... and then it would go out of focus. Work hurt. Thinking hurt. And he had to do so much of it - and they WOULDN'T let him drink. What little medication they gave him didn't mix well with alcohol. Something Hank had conquered years ago with his own particular brand of anti-depressants. But they wouldn't give him the chemicals to solve even that problem. They gave him enough standard drugs to keep him working - but not enough to do more than just barely stabilize him.

He was unshaven - he hadn't bathed in days - and his hair was far longer than he usually kept it. Hank Pym was just barely keeping it together... and they were making him work twelve hour days on nothing but soy... goo and bread. Looking tiredly at the saddest of rolls he was holding, Hank took a bite out of it and bowed his head. Why wasn't Jan here? She always made things so much better... and why did he keep having to do such horrible things to all these poor people? He knew why - of course - it was Jan's life on the line. But thinking about it helped him focus.

And it kept his mind off the roll.
Nov 8 2014, 07:58 PM
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Standing with the assembly near the casket, Hank had been one of the first people to arrive - but STILL hadn't even approached the corpse of his friend and mentor Vernon Van Dyne. Every now and again he'd catch a glimpse of his teacher's face - how peaceful and well rested he looked... Hank had been the one who'd found him. He hadn't looked like that - his face had been twisted in shock and horror. As if he had spent his last few minutes on earth utterly terrified. So terrified it had killed him. They must have found a way to relax his facial muscles - that was all Hank could conclude. Otherwise the casket would have to be closed... Hank would never forget that look on Vernon's face. That look of pure terror. Of a man breathing his last and KNOWING it was his last... and being absolutely unable to do anything about it.
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Vernon's death had been ruled as a heart attack - an accident. Stress and overwork and his advanced years. But Vernon was more active physically than Hank was. Vernon had been on Hank's case for years to get out more - to spend time with women and people... especially women people. Why, when Vernon was Hank's age (as he often found himself fond of saying) he'd had women lining up in ROWS just to say hello to him. Vernon had been a stickler for physical health... and someone like that had been the victim of a heart attack? Someone or something had done this - and Hank couldn't figure out who or how. It was one of the reasons he hadn't been able to approach the casket. All his knowledge - all his training and technology... and whoever or whatever had done it had vanished.
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The only strange thing about the scene had been an over-abundance of some sort of acidic substance found in patches all over Vernon's lab. But that could have been anything - Vernon had been working on his dimensional gateway project. Using the energy generated by the human body to try and 'slide' between dimensions. The acidic substance had probably just been some sort of stabilizing agent. Vernon was a genius - he was, in Hank's opinion. stone cold brilliant. The older man had been there since the beginning - his assistance in the Particle project had helped Hank refine that shrinking and growth project. It was Vernon's own research into bio-electrical stimulation and alteration that had lead to Hank figuring out how to stabilize the Pym Particles enough to manipulate them. Hank remembered when he and Vernon and a handful of scientists had been working on a project for the government when that bunch of thieves had tried to steal the project. He also remembered Vernon risking his own life to help Hank activate the Pym Particle exchanger for utilization and saved everyone. Hank smiled to himself as Vernon had been the one - the one who'd insisted that Hank was a hero. He'd been the one who'd given the name 'Ant-Man' to the press...
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The old fool...
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As if his legs had a mind of their own, Hank felt them moving - they were taking him towards the casket. He could do this. He could... he could say goodbye. He wouldn't just run out crying as he had when his grandmother had died. He COULD say goodbye... his mental chant that he could do this was so loud that he barely noticed he walked PAST the casket and towards the exit. He was just about to stop chanting - and start cursing himself - when he caught sight of a woman in black. Stopping mid-step, Hank realized he recognized the woman. Janet Van Dyne. Vernon's daughter - the one he kept inviting to visit their lab so that Hank would talk to her. Hank well remembered the last time he'd 'talked' to Janet... he'd said hello and promptly dumped a load of stabilized atmospheric particles into his own lap. As his pants melted and Vernon came running at him with the decontaminate solution (Hank only had a matter of seconds before the particulates reached his skin or irreparably damaged his lungs) Hank might have said 'it's nice to meet you' but his memories after that part were rather... fuzzy as the decontamination solution had the unfortunate effect of leaving him higher than a kite as they moved him to the emergency room.
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And THAT meeting had gone better than most of his 'visits' with Janet...
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But Hank wasn't really thinking about that right now. She should have been crying - she should have been beside herself... but she wasn't. Her head was bowed - but her shoulders weren't shaking. The only thing that was shaking were her fists. They were balled up sitting in her lap... she was... angry? Before Hank was aware of it his legs had switched direction and headed towards her. And then, something even stranger happened... his MOUTH started moving without him being aware of it! "Hi... um... hello - um... I'm Han- Henry. Henry Christopher Pym," blinking in surprise as she responded, Hank was almost shocked that she even remembered him, "Oh you remember - okay... I didn't actually think I'd get this far... um... no - I didn't mean that... no... no I did - I just shouldn't have said..." clearing his throat, Hank said, "No - no you're upset. Look at you - you are. I can tell. I've seen upset... can... can I take you home? Or... or do you need someone to talk to or... are you alright?"
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The best part was that - though his legs had got him here - they'd quit as soon as they'd done that part. He wasn't sitting down. He was just standing there like Janet's very own personal statue of SCIENCE.</div></center>[/dohtml]
Nov 4 2014, 05:00 AM
Appropriate, right?

Anyway, anybody whose ever read any Avengers Comic or watched the Earths Mightiest Heroes knows who this guy is - one of the most underrated yet consistent backing members of the Avengers ever - Ant Man/Giant Man/Hank Pym.

Now Hank is a pretty cool guy in and of itself. He's very exuberant about any and all kinds of technology or biology or - of course - entomology. The last two can certainly be used interchangeably since he used his study of both to help his girlfriend grow wings and use her own bioelectrical field to generate powerful stun-beams from her palms, eyes and feet http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/tongue.gif unfortunately, he's also a guy with a lot of problems. He's manic depressive (bi-polar to use the modern term) which means - when he's happy or excited... he REALLY gets happy or excited. When he's depressed or upset or angry though... well, you get the idea. When he an Janet were just a crime-fighting duo, his dad died (a dad whose only remark concerning Pym at their last meeting was how Hank never invented anything useful) and he accidentally lashed out at Janet (dear sweet Janet) which resulted in a blow across the face which he has YET to live down...

But which Janet used to convince him to seek psychological health and more or less lead to him getting (partial) control over the problem.

Since then, Janet and Hank have been inseparable - which is probably in his best interest since she (quite literally) runs his life. His absent-minded obsession with SCIENCE (as he calls it) used to lead to him forgetting the more mundane side of life (save cleanliness) to the point that Janet was the one who actually made sure he got to meetings on time. Was there when they appeared on television and - if a university had a speech they needed him to give - Janet was the one who got him to rehearse and actually got him up on the podium when he wouldn't come out of the dressing room after a panic attack. She always sees the best in him (which is good since, despite his exuberance and friendly nature) Hank just DOESN'T think there's any real good (or usefulness) inside himself.

This, also unfortunately, has caused a bit of a problem for Hank. Just when life might have been getting good - when something nice might have been coming out of it because Janet was pregnant and Hank might FINALLY get what it takes to ask her to marry him... he gets kidnapped. Okay, granted, their last discussion was hardly on the right terms - he kind of used a remote transport to beam her out of the city limits (leaving her on foot) and lied to her... saying he'd be right after her. But his heart was in the right place - he wanted her safe. He wanted the baby safe. Worse still, Janet is being tracked by the people who've kidnapped Hank. People who are working with the prison in Genosha to develop new and better ways to keep Mutants and inadequate super humans imprisoned. Janet and the baby's unique genetic signature caused by the pym particles mean that - at any time - Hank's new 'owners' can bring the full force of their organization on her pretty red head. So Hank's been - more or less - blackmailed into working as their chief scientist. Even if he were rescued he doesn't dare leave because they'd just go after Janet.

Of course, it gets EVEN worse still - because they're only giving him a limited amount of his required medication. Making it difficult to combat his depression and his other problems - hell, it's getting to the point that it's difficult to even pay attention to eating (never mind talking) which is just how Hank's owners want him. Strung out. Overworked... too tired and depressed trying to imprison innocents rather than trying to escape. Now, if no one is interested in dealing with current-Hank. Past-Hank is an open book. Janet and Hank were dating for a month before she got pregnant and they were separated. So that's a whole month we can fill in the time of http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/tongue.gif plus there's young-hank, child-hank, hank-with-jan-just-as-a-friend... he's a good guy (with problems) and he'd give you the shirt off his back.

But you'd have to promise to keep it clean because - hey, it's a nice shirt!
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<font style="color:#000000; font-size:10px; ">Power Strengths:</font>
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Size Reduction: When Hank first created Pym Particles, the original instability of them meant that he had to ingest or inhale large amounts of them to alter his size. Further, the gasses given off by Pym Particles caused reducing in any animal or object close enough to be affected by the particles in their liquid form. Through years of hybridization and experimentation, Pym learned how to alter the particles in their subatomic form (rather than having to synthesize them into a form large enough to alter) and then hybridized his body with the particles themselves, enabling him to create them and alter them at will.
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Hank's most common use of the particles, is to decrease his size. Possessing the strength of an adult human at barely an inch, Pym is also capable of going 'smaller' but the density of his own body below an inch makes it risky and could cause the particles to destabilize inside his body - taking them out of his control and risking either death or some other kind of unforseen event.
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Size Addition: Once Hank learned how to hybridize his own body with Pym Particles, he discovered that through mental manipulation he could also increase his body-mass.When Hank compresses his physical form, the 'presence' his normal mass takes in our dimension is shunted into a pocket dimension until Pym reverses the process - by extending his mind into the same pocket universe, Hank is able to pull energy OUT of that pocket and use it to increase his mass and strength to near limitless scale.
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Dimensional Shunting: Because of the way his powers work, Hank is able to grow
'sideways' as well - using the Pym Particles to 'shunt' himself and those around him into alternate dimensions. Though this variation of his powers is seldom used - as Hank worries that someday he may not be able to pull himself back to his own dimension - he has used it to some extent during his adventures among the Living Tribunal and the In-Betweener.<p>

<font style="color:#000000; font-size:10px; ">Power Weaknesses:</font>
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Extreme Limitations: Because of the way Hank's powers work, there is a physical limit to how large he can grow or shrink. The largest he has ever attempted has been a hundred feet. The dimensional exchange and rapid production of Pym Particles left Hank extremely weak after the ordeal - and also bruised and damaged his muscles as the human body simply wasn't meant to be a hundred feet tall and gravity itself almost crushed him. Anything above a hundred feet is risky as he could crush himself or even crack the surface of the earth. At a hundred feet his strength levels are almost off the charts - almost reaching Hulk levels - but his body is so bulky and slow that it's difficult for him to even move.
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Further, the smallest he has ever gone safely has been half an inch - the compression on his body at that level is such that the pym particles start to destabilize. If he went any smaller they may become so unstable that they just explode out of him - returning him to normal size but shrinking or growing anything around him at random until the energy field stabilizes enough and fades. At the scale of half an inch, Hank possesses the strength of his normal size - but is able to move more quickly and even react quicker when people or objects attack him. Unfortunately, he is also lighter and even a mild gust of wind could be a risk to him. <p>

<font style="color:#000000; font-size:10px; ">Personality Strengths:</font>
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Hank believes, much to the frustration of most of the Avengers and even Janet herself at times, that no one is beyond redemption. He is slow to form a grudge and even slower to harm. Energetic about even the simplest scientific discovery, Hank likes to pronounce things he discovers as 'cool' (as if it were some sort of scientific badge) and often goes out of his way to discover new facts about nearly anything - which was how his wide array of knowledge first came about in his youth. Neat, tidy and extremely orderly, Hank's laboratory is always spic and span and whenever Janet comes by to visit she'll usually leave a jacket or her purse sitting on or near something so Hank will have to stop what he's doing and 'arrange' the jacket or purse so that it doesn't 'clash' with aesthetically chosen arrangement of his lab.
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Cheerful, considerate and friendly to a fault, Hank is a man who wouldn't harm... well... an ant. His prim and proper manners around everyone has formed into many friendly relationships and to this day has led to him being one of the most respected members of not just the scientific community - but of the Avengers themselves. Considering himself the 'moral compass' of the team, Hank was usually the one who'd stand up and object whenever Thor or Hulk or Tony came up with an overly aggressive plan and is often frustrated when the Avengers seem more bent on defeating an enemy - rather than trying to understand or reach out to them.
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Despite his record with Super Villain prisons, Hank believes that villains should be given a chance to find a better life - and resents SHIELD and others using his creations to simply incarcerate super-powered beings rather than trying to understand them. Hank calls himself Ant Man and sometimes Giant Man - but in his mind those titles are synonymous with simply being a good man. His powers and abilities were designed exclusively to do no harm. Simply disable. Even when he altered Janet and gave her the abilities she now has, he designed them to be used for defensive or capturing purposes.
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When Tony first cut SHIELD off from his weapons, Hank was the one they approach to take his place - and Hank would have none of it. To this day Hank is mistrustful of governments and the elite when they attempt to use his tools or designs for harm. When facing a villain, Hank always attempts to talk - to try and convince them to let him help them. Too many people have died for his taste - too many people have been hurt. And he'll do whatever it takes to protect the innocent... even if they aren't nearly as innocent as he believes them to be.<p>

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<p> Despite his genius and status as one of the most intelligent men in the world (rivaling men such as Henry McCoy, Tony Stark and even Reed Richards) Hank is plagued with feelings of inadequacy because he believes that his tools and designs just aren't good enough to accomplish the peaceful world he dreams of. To this day, not a single villain who was ever locked up in any of his prisons has been rehabilitated. If anything, their time in those prisons makes them worse. He is incredibly naive - often to the point of childlike - and often fails to realize that he is being lied to or manipulated. He see's the best in everyone - he is the hoper of impossible hopes and the dreamer of impossible dreams. In many ways, Janet's realistic approach to life provides him with the barrier he lacks and is the reason she - more or less - runs his life.
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The cheerful, friendly and exuberant personality is who Hank is at the top - when everything is going right and his lab is perfectly tidy. But when he's upset or something's going wrong in his life he becomes sullen, depressed and - in a few cases - almost suicidal. After they started dating, when Hank found out that his father had died, he actually struck Janet when she wouldn't leave him alone to grieve... of course his 'grieving' amounted to staying locked up in his lab and not eating or sleeping or even bathing. That lashing out at his best friend caused Hank to admit his problems and he has fought a constant battle with his mental problems to this day. Whenever he feels that temper or instability rising up inside him he always tries to force himself to talk to Janet - if he talks to her she can usually help him or at least anchor him to the point that he can cope.
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Despite his OCD-like habits (his perfectly tended hair, perfectly tidy lab etc) when Hank is depressed those habits often fail to 'kick in' and the surest sign that he's upset or falling into one of his 'funks' (as he calls them) is any of his equipment being out of place or improperly handled... or the fact that he hasn't shaved or bathed. Utterly unable to notice what's going on around him when he's engrossed on a project - unless something gets knocked over or something as simple as a tool being moved (which is usually how Janet gets his attention) Hank has a bad habit of forgetting dates or parties or trips that he's promised to go on. After all, most people would be aware when their girlfriend walks in wearing a gorgeous evening gown that - yes - it is your anniversary. But Hank just keeps on forgetting - which is why Janet is always checking up on him and 'moving' things to remind him if she thinks he's forgotten something because Janet knows his secret. Janet knows that if the project is 'cool' enough, he probably wouldn't even notice if she was standing behind his table topless!<p>

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Toolbot: A small hand-held robot that Pym affectionately calls 'Toolbot' loaded with everything Hank could ever need all shrunken down to microscopic size. Almost a thousand copies of his house key (which he often loses) a microscope, minicomputer, tools, dehydrated food, camping equipment... and even a few pictures of Janet (though he's never told her about that) that he will hang or post anywhere he has to move or work.
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Toolbot possesses a female animal-like AI (based around scans of Janet's brain) and miniature jets allowing for flight or underwater movement when Hank chooses to use it as a transport. It also contains a small set of spider-like legs that allow it to scuttle and crawl wherever or whenever Hank needs it to. Whenever Hank needs any of his equipment, Toolbot uses the mental link he attached to the robot to figure out whatever it is he needs and produces it for him which he can enlarge or shrink, depending on the situation.
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Cybernetic Helmet: Containing a small telepathic broadcaster, the Cyber-helmet allows Hank to control lower species (such as insects) as well as communicate with other people (and even non-human species such as the Shi'ar or the Skrull) who don't speak English (though primarily he uses his helmet to talk to his ants) and also contains specially designed goggles that enhance his peripheral vision and can make video recordings of whatever he sees. They also contain a retinal scanner and analytical sensors, including devices that analyze different kinds of energy, even magical energy, as well as a device that transmits his thoughts as digital or radio frequencies to receiving equipment and receives whatever frequencies he chooses to attune himself to.
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Stingers: Mounted into Hank's gloves and boots are small weapons that can convert his body's mutated bio-electrical aura into powerful stun beams or massive discharges of energy that can be used as a timed explosive. Unlike Janet - who can generate them at will - Hank's need recharging from his body's own supply of Pym particles and need to be stored in his gloves and boots before he can use them.
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Ant-Farm: Next to Janet and Toolbot, Hank's most constant companion is Korr - a winged ant that Hank keeps in a farm along with his other ants which will 'spring into action' whenever Hank needs them. As a boy, Hank was given an ant farm by his grandmother - when he discovered how short an ant's lifespan was, Hank (distraught at the realization that he would lose his new 'friends') discovered a way to 'extend' an Ant's lifespan using the same bio-electrical energy that would one day lead to his discovery of Pym Particles. Though his father - at the time - only commented that he was still waiting for Hank to invent something that was actually useful, his experiments would eventually change his life forever...
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<font style="color:#000000; font-size:10px; ">History:</font>
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Dr. Henry 'Hank' Christopher Pym was born to an ordinary family in an ordinary part of Nebraska. His father - a dirt farmer by the name of Bradley Pym (he actually farmed dirt) was prone to bouts of drunkenness and depression. Though he loved his family, the costs of the large number of his children - his sickly mother and the small town in which they lived made it difficult (often impossible) to make ends meet. When Angela - Hank's grandmother - died, Hank's father gave fully into his bad habits and during one particular bad night, Hank's mother locked his father out of the house and served him papers for divorce. When the court case was finalized, Hank's father met his mother on the steps of the court house and before either the lawyers or the security men could stop him, Hank's father struck his mother, broke her jaw, and ended up going to prison for several years. During visits to his father in prison, Hank was often the subject of ridicule or mockery from 'the old man' because of his failure to succeed in sports or wrestling (all activities his father had hoped to turn into his career during his youth) and was often told by his father how he was still waiting for Hank to invent something useful.
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A savant and genius from an early age, Hank graduated Highschool before he was sixteen. His grandmother - Angela - was the only person in his life who ever actually encouraged him. When she died, part of Hank died with her - just as part of his father did. Already mentally fragile from his father's abuse and the impoverished nature of his family life, Hank started using his brilliance to make ends meet - helping his mother and sisters fix things and make appliances and such last as long as they could. Having given up on the stories and dreams his grandmother had told him about, Hank was in his late teens before he thought of going to college. Hoping to use his brilliance to help his family's financial straits, Hank only found dusty professors and teachers who constantly tried to control him - who kept trying to 'keep him focused' by building 'useful' machine. In one particularly bad night of invention, Hank - utterly sick with his latest assignment - designed a special chemical that would take whatever shape he wanted it to just by blowing air into it.That was the night he invented square bubbles... and also the night his guidance counselor told him that repeated sentiment that he would never amount to anything if he didn't 'buckle down' and get serious.
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After graduating college, Hank fell into routine - a fairly ordinary, if brilliant, young biochemist, Hank never really did anything 'spectacular' and was still waiting for that to happen when he met a young refugee by the name of Maria Trovaya. When he discovered that her home country was trying to persecute her, Hank (naively believing his American citizenship would protect his new girlfriend) began working with American courts and the government in Hungary, trying to help Maria get back to her family and home country. Being Hank - of course - he fell in love with Maria and asked her to marry him. Shortly after they became engaged, Hank took her home to visit her family - believing that the matter had been settled - but on the way there they were accosted by agents of a Secret Police force and Maria was murdered.
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Distraught over the death of his fiance, and spiraling into depression, Hank returned home and became utterly devoted to his work to find a way to protect people without stooping to violence. Locked away in his lab, Hank continued working - continued furthering his knowledge - cut off from family and friends, his only window to the outside world was his daily classes as he continued to earn degree after degree. It was during one of his sleepless nights that he discovered them - the Pym particles. Using his early equipment, and the ant-farm his grandmother had given him, Hank shrank himself down to a size that could interact with the tiny creatures. These experiments would lead to the development of his cybernetic helmet and the early stages of the shrinking process.
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During an invasion of his laboratory by secret government agents, Hank and his fellow scientists were locked up and the agents worked on stealing their projects. Using the pym particle formula for the first time, Hank shrunk himself down and - with the help of his ants - he attacked the agents and freed his men. Restoring himself to normal size, Hank felt elated - since the death of his fiance he'd had no real success in finding a way to defeat and control enemies without killing or injuring them. With his ant-man identity, Hank would now be able to protect people without having to stoop to the tactics of the people who were endangering them. Working with Reed Richards, Hank developed a material composed of unstable molecules contracted around a series of steel meshes. The molecules would one day be used by the Fantastic Four as their costumes - and would serve Hank for the rest of his life as the material he used to create (not just his costume) but almost all of his equipment.
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For the next few years Hank battled enemies such as the Protector, Comrade X, his arch enemy Elihas Starr and many others. Each time he never stayed around for the credit - or the glory. Despite everyone calling his new identity 'Ant Man' (whatever that meant) Hank didn't see himself as a hero because - in each case - someone or something he loved had been threatened and he'd simply done what he needed to protect them. A few years after the creation of Ant Man, Hank's best friend and mentor Vernon van Dyne was murdered. Distraught over the loss of his friend, Hank found someone more upset than him at the funeral - one Janet van Dyne. For the first time ever, Hank ignored his mental fragility and his instincts to draw away and reached out to someone - not even fully aware of what he was doing, Hank found out Janet was planning to get someone to help her get revenge on the man who murdered her father. His kind manner and considerate behavior coming to the fore, Hank suggested she do it herself - using his equipment. Bring the person who committed the murder to justice without killing them. Her father surely wouldn't want her to do that.
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Using his knowledge of biochemistry, Hank altered Janet's gene structure - inserting insect dna into her genetic code - that allowed her to grow retractable insect wings. The alteration also gave Janet increased strength and durability - especially at her smaller size (the pym particles allowing Janet to shrink at will) as well as heightened reflexes and senses and the generation of bio-electrical pulses known as 'stings' naturally (unlike Hank who had to use equipment to do it) so she could fight without having to use a weapon. Working with her, Hank and Janet brought the killer down and Janet decided to agree with Hank not to murder the being - known as Pilai - as it would make her no better than the creature that had done the murdering. The press instantly turned the two into a 'crime-fighting duo' (despite Pym's refusal to be called a super-hero) and Janet (more or less) became their public face. When it came to public speeches or television appearances she was the go-to-person as Hank would usually start rabbiting on about some discovery or theory he'd developed. When SHIELD's weapons supply was cut off by Tony Stark, Hank was contacted as a replacement. Angry that they would use his designs for killing and warfare, Hank was going to cut ties with SHIELD completely - but Janet convinced him that something had to be done to help SHIELD contain the growing threat of super-powered villains.
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Coming up with various designs that would one day be used as prisons for the super-powerful, Hank helped design the Raft. The Cube. The Vault and - his personal project - the Big House. Unfortunately, these designs - rather than being used to rehabilitate villains - was simply used to contain them. Worse, shortly after the completion of the Big House, Hank received news that his father had died in his sleep. Facing depression on multiple fronts Hank, once again, locked himself away in his lab. Developing more technology and more designs in a matter of weeks than he normally did in a mater of months, Hank closed himself off to everyone... even Janet. When Janet stormed in (half worried about him and half angry he'd cut her off) and demanded he let her help him - let her touch him as he'd touched her when her father had died - Hank lashed out as his father had and struck her. The shock over emulating a man who'd mocked and ridiculed him (and the knowledge of how close he was to his father's life) Hank realized he did need help and started to listen to his girlfriend.
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Months of therapy would follow - Hank was diagnosed with manic depression (a type of bi-polar disorder) and given medication to help combat the problem. With Janet - more or less - becoming his minder and support, Hank became utterly reliant on Janet in those early days to just function properly as the medication caused havoc with his highly sensitive and brilliant mind. After a while, Hank - more or less - stabilized but Janet still mostly ran his life and helped fund his scientific projects. Whereas most men would have seen this as a threat or embarrassing - Hank saw Janet as HIS hero and became completely devoted to her... when he wasn't working on his latest 'cool' project. He loved her totally... unfortunately he was just (quite possibly) the worst person at showing it. Helping Tony Stark design the original prototypes for the synthoids (which would one day lead to the creation of the maniacal entity known as Ultron) Hank and Janet spent a lot of time at the Avengers Tower when they were officially united as a team. Janet became enamored with the heroes and wanted to do more - to reach out to others as Hank had reached out to her.
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Hesitant to use his gifts to hurt others, Hank eventually conceded they could do great good - and further scientific knowledge... especially after Captain America (a personal hero of Hank's) was rediscovered. Redistributing his projects and scientific ambitions towards helping the Avengers (though Janet did the actual sorting of life - he simply moved his lab to Avengers Tower) Hank spent months working among people such as the Hulk, Hawkeye, Black Widow and even Captain America - who he actually started to get along with once he stopped calling Cap sir. When the Superhuman registration act was put into force, Hank was one of the first heroes to speak out vocally against just rounding up people and locking them away in his prisons if they wouldn't sign the act. Worse still, Janet was revealed to be pregnant - but she lost the baby shortly after the Civil War broke out due to stress and overwork. Just before the timeline reset, Hank was in the middle of a battle - shortly after Asteroid M was destroyed and the world began to fall apart.
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When time was reset, Hank was back - shortly after he stopped calling Captain America sir - with no memory of his life over those years. He was in the middle of being told Janet was pregnant - they were going to her first doctor's appointment when they were attacked. Someone or something had deemed them both 'inadequate' and they were both to be captured. As they were chased out of the doctor's office and down the streets, Janet started to use her powers - but the adrenaline, stress and excessive power use started to cause the baby to use the pym particles inside it and Janet (as it possessed a telepathic link to the particles just like it's father) to protect them. As the baby started causing Janet pain and slowing her down, Hank used a remote transporter to send Janet away - teleporting her out of the soldiers reach. Hank promised as they hid in an alley that he'd be right behind her... of course he'd lied. She'd figured that out right as he said it to her - but it had given him enough time to get the teleporter around her neck and send her away.
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The teleporter only had enough energy for one person... and it wasn't going to be Hank, he had promised himself that. Captured and transported overseas, Hank woke up in a cell on the island of Genosha with no way to contact Janet or even the Avengers themselves. After a few days of no food or water (or medication) Hank started to unravel as he worried about Janet - the particles inside her and the baby could kill either or both of them and it was his fault. His world tumbling out of control, Hank was half-manic when they opened his cell. Giving him a small dosage of his medication, the interrogator started to beat Hank - wanting to know design schematics and plans for prisons such as the Raft, the Cube, the Big House and the Vault. Of course, Hank had been beaten by the best (his father) so there was no 'game' that they could play that would beat him. Just as the man was about to throttle him, a woman entered the cell and pulled the interrogator off.
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Lying there in a mixture of sweat, blood and saliva, Hank was convinced there was nothing the woman could do to make him give them anything. The woman explained they weren't going to convince him - he was going to help them willingly. She explained that her bosses were heads of a new organization - a new power - intent on... changing the order of things. People or beings who would not abide by this new law would be locked away. In many ways Hank should be thanking them - she said - as they weren't killing or wasting anyone's potential. Those that did not serve them, would be used to help develop new ways of controlling or imprisoning others. She spoke of a time in which Hank had been a rallying cry for those that had resisted her organization. A 'failed' time line in which he had been a thorn in their side... except now the thorn was being plucked before it could do any damage. Hank simply pointed out how insane she sounded and - again - refused to comply.
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Which was when the woman pulled out a hand-held computer and showed Hank a video of Janet. Having not seen his lover in days, Hank was horrified when the woman revealed the video was live - that they were recording Janet right now using a security camera outside of a pizza place she was walking past. As the woman spoke, the feed changed to the other side of the street where a man with a rifle was standing - Hank could see the tiniest baby-bump starting to show. Janet looked beautiful... but she also looked worried and afraid... and alone. The woman explained that her organization had had time to analyze Pym Particles - they couldn't harness them. They couldn't control them... but they COULD track them.
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Typing in another command into the palm-computer, the woman showed Hank a map. Pointing to each of the glowing symbols, the woman began to name others who had been infused with the particles. Finally, she pointed to one and said it was Janet. Any time she gave the order - any time she wanted it - she could send her men to round Janet up. Even if they lost her again, which was unlikely, the stress might cause the baby or Janet to be hurt. Finally, she made Hank her offer. If he would work in the prison as their chief scientist and help them find new ways of containing prisoners - the woman would see to it that Janet was never captured. They would continue to harrow her - and use her unique tracking signature to lead them to other 'inadequate nests', but she would remain free... as long as Hank delivered. Feeling himself spiraling into depression - but too terrified to risk Janet or his unborn child - Hank agreed. As the woman ordered the interrogator to take Hank away and get him cleaned up, she remarked how everyone had their price - even on something they hoped never to sell.
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Since then, Hank has been under constant watch - experimenting and working with the prisoners inside Genosha to build new types of jails and prisons to hold them in. Despite his predicament, Hank is still Hank and he goes out of his way to protect and defend the prisoners he's working with... even though he knows that he's only sealing their doom. Bit by bit - day by day - Hank can feel he's losing himself. What little bits of his medication their giving him seldom helps - and he's beginning to have nightmares... nightmares of a time when the baby was already born. Born dead... and the world was burning and the fires... but they're only nightmares. Hank is convinced he'll find a way out - a way to save Janet and escape... maybe to another world or another dimension. Just him, her and the baby... whatever it takes.
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It was pathetic. Sitting there on the roof of Janet's penthouse apartment - Hank looked like a little boy who'd run away from home. A suitcase (haphazardly packed with sleeves and pants legs sticking out) some sandwiches in a ziplock bag. A ski-coat on over his undershirt. Baggy shorts and a pair of hiking boots... Hank looked like someone who'd dressed himself in the dark.
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Hearing the glass door slide open, Hank tensed up - he wanted to crawl up in a ball or go find a dark corner to skulk in. Isn't that what the villain did? Hank had never been the villain before... he'd never hurt anyone before - he didn't really know what the bad guy did after he'd been caught, "Don't come out - please... please just go back inside. I'm dangerous... please..." hearing Janet's bare feet smack against the concrete of the roof, Hank tensed up even tighter - almost springing out of his skin as she touched his shoulder. Jerking away from her, Hank scooted away as far as he could to the corner of the roof. He couldn't look at her - he didn't want to see her. See what he'd done, "Please Janet... please... I don't have the right to ask - but please... just go. Leave me here - or get the Avengers to come and get me or something. Lock me away - I don't care just... please. Don't let me hurt you again..." when she still wouldn't leave, Hank almost cried as she took his chin and forced him to look at her.
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The large welt on her cheek was impressive - the little bit of blood still on her mouth was more impressive. He'd done that. Hank Pym. Pacifist. The man who tried to protect the worst people in the world... he'd harmed the most beautiful creature in his life... it would have been like ripping Korr's wings off. She was so beautiful... she was so perfect he'd... he'd ruined it. Ruined everything, "Oh god... please Janet - let me go. Just get rid of me. Please..." Staring at Janet in shock when she asked what was bothering him - why he'd locked her out of his life - Hank got to his feet and said, "That doesn't matter! None of it does! Don't you understand? I'm... I'm a wife-beater... I mean if we were... actually... I'm a girlfriend beater - I'm a MONSTER Janet! You don't... you don't empathize with the monsters - you lock them up. You keep them away and you stay safe and pretty and perfect and safe... please... please just-"
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Then she grabbed him. Feeling her hold him hurt worse than her just talking to him. Listening as she asked him... begged him to tell her what was wrong... to let her help him as he'd helped her when her father died; Hank felt tears well up in his eyes as he said, "My father's dead... he died in his sleep a few weeks ago I... he's been sick for a while and he just... went... like my Grandmother," when she said that he'd spoken of his grandmother - but never his father - and said that he must have been close to his father to react like this, Hank felt that same rage he'd felt when she walked in on his lab and started fussing at him for ignoring her calls. Stepping away from her, Hank clenched and unclenched his fists and shouted, "I Hated Him! I hated his... fat... stupid... guts the... the pop-eyed balding shit!"
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Hank never swore - he was always courteous and considerate (especially around Janet) but then he'd never bruised a woman or broken her lip before either. Tonight was a night for breaking all precedence, "He always wanted to be a football star - or a wrestler. But he got my mom pregnant with my oldest sister when they were teens. In Nebraska in those days you got married if you got a girl pregnant - he had to work in a grocery store and... he had five daughters before me. By the time I came along he was already middle-aged. He... he hated how tiny I was. How... how creative and introverted I was. I was always acting out the stories my grandmother would write - he'd try to play sports with me or wrestle with me and I'd get hurt and he'd blame it on me! ME! I was a kid and... and it was my fault that he was too hard on me..."
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"One time - one time I... I came up with a machine that would play different horn sounds whenever he honked the horn on his car. It was a birthday present but he caught me installing it and beat me for messing with his car. A mustang - can you believe that? A beat up mustang that was held together by duct tape... and I was going to make it worse. He told me after he beat me and made me help him uninstall my present that I needed to stop with the toys and the gizmo's and start building stuff that was useful. Like a carburetor. He didn't... he didn't love me or try to understand me he... he was bad for me," looking at Janet with shame in his eyes, Hank said, "That's why you've got to get rid of me - now. Before I hurt you again... I never hit him... but I hit you - I'm just like him. I am... please. Just let me get my stuff and-"
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Looking away as Janet argued that he had problems - obviously - but that she was going to help him, Hank did manage a smile when she said that his father sounded like he had a screw loose and she still didn't understand why he'd been so upset, "He was my father, Jan I... I looked up to him - I respected him... I... I don't talk about him because I was sure - someday - I'd find a way to be good enough for him. I hated what he did to me - how he treated me. But he... he was my father... someday I'd find wealth and perfection and happiness and... and maybe a... someone special and... and we'd meet and he'd say... he'd say... well done," looking angry again, Hank slammed his fist down on the concrete railing and said, "For SOMETHING! For ANYTHING! I just... I wanted him to be proud of me - just once and... and now... now it's all over - I've ruined everything! I ruined your face and hurt you and-"
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Yelping as she stepped on his foot and grabbed him by the chin, Hank just stared at her as she shouted that under all that neurotic mess there was someone good - and nice - and decent. Someone who deserved a chance to grow and that he COULDN'T give up on himself if she wasn't going to. Swallowing as she held onto his chin, Hank spoke strangely from how tightly Jan was holding his mouth and said, "I hit you..." staring at Jan as she told him that it was going to be alright - that she was going to help make it alright and that he was going to get his dream. Hank started to do something he hadn't done since he was a child... he started to cry. Leaning on Jan's shoulder as she held him, Hank sobbed tearfully and just held Jan as tight as he could, "I'll do anything - I promise... I'll be better. I will... I don't care what I have to do just... just forgive me,"
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He was crying so loud, he didn't even hear her say she already had as she slowly lead him inside.
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What seven year old understood death? Seriously... all Hank could do was watch his grandmother get weaker. Standing there at the open door of her room in their house, all he could do was stand there as the Doctor tended to the elderly woman. Her typewriter hadn't been touched in months. All those stories... all of them. Looking at the books that lined the shelves in her room - most of them written by her. Most of them hadn't even gotten her enough money to pay the rent but... but they were hers. Hank had read them - all of them. Full of so many ideas and thoughts and... but she was falling now. Just... falling. He'd spoken with her - she'd told him how she felt. Like she was in the clouds but falling - getting lower and lower as time went on.
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Staring as the Doctor shook his head as he examined Hank's grandmother, Hank felt himself getting angry - what did that Doctor know? He was a nobody - a little nobody in a little dirt town who... who just didn't know ANYTHING!! Scampering back to his room, Hank began digging through all of his boxes. Most kids had toys - but then most kids didn't sneak out after school to junk yards and steal bits and pieces of machines to play with. Scrambling through his boxes, Hank felt his face grow hot as it all made so much sense to him. The human body was sustained by a mild electrical field - if he could give Abigail more energy she'd get better. She'd get strong again and she'd finish her stories. They'd be famous and she'd sell them and... and she'd be happy.
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Gathering the cobbled together piece of tech he'd built, Hank listened as the front door closed - the Doctor had left. His parents would be down stairs. Running back to his grandmothers room, Hank squeaked when his mom came out, "Woah - slow down tiger, what have you got there?" staring at her, Hank looked over his shoulder and swallowed, "Somethin..." kneeling down to Hank's level, his mother smiled, "Now love, Granny Abigail is very weak right now. Honey she's very sick and..." watching as Hank's lower lip started to tremble, Doris Pym said, "Hank-" but by then he'd already darted around her and run into his grandmother's room, "Hank!" already plugging his machine in and attaching it to Abigail's fingers and toes, Hank didn't even notice as Abigail waved her daughter-in-law away with a gentle smile and watch as Hank began to power the machine up.
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"What are you up to sunshine?" jerking out of his thought-process, Hank looked up at his grandmother with a worried expression and said, "I'm gonna help - you... you hold the light while I turn the handle and... Please! It'll make the sick go away! You'll stop falling!! " brushing her old worn hand against his cheek, Abigail smiled sadly, "Oh, Sunshine... you're such a smart young man," his lower lip trembling and tears starting to fall as she gently caressed his cheek, Hank just bowed his head, "My sunshine... to tell you the truth, breathing in and out has never been somethin I never think about but... all of a sudden it's become a bit of a booger to tell ya the truth," smiling as Hank actually grinned at her as she used the word booger, Abigail patted his head and said, "Don't... don't let them take your head out of the clouds, sunshine. Don't..." her hand suddenly going limp, Abigail breathed one last time and then lay still.
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Tears pouring from his cheeks freely now, Hank began to talk to himself, "No... no! I can bring her back!" activating his machine, Hank began pumping the center handle for all he was worth. For a few seconds, Abagail's body began to glow - her eyes fluttered open and she started to breathe, "There! I can do it! Half-way - come on!" she actually shook her head then - and began to turn her head to look at him, a confused expression on her face, " I can save you grandma - I just need to feedback the molecule grid - and boost the restoration matrix and-" yelping as his machine started firing off sparks and smoke, Hank watched in horror as Abigail began to fade again - the light vanishing and her body once more going limp, "NO NO NO NO NO NO!!"
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Screaming to himself as he ripped the back panel off the machine, Hank frantically started rewiring it, "It needs more phase containment!!" hearing his mother's voice as she came into the room, Hank ripped part of the wiring out and started crossing the wires, "NO!! If I can just link up the surface suspension!!" hearing his mother say his name louder and tell him Abigail was gone, Hank shouted, "I JUST NEED TO OVERRIDE THE SAFETIES!! I CAN DO THIS!!" looking up at his mother beseechingly, Hank said, "Mommy I can do it!!" sobbing as his mother grabbed him and held him - saying that he needed to let Abigail go - Hank pounded his little fists against his mother and screamed, "I CAN DO ANYTHING!!!" the screaming and punching lasted a good ten minutes before Hank was tired out. By the time his father returned with people to remove the body, Hank was standing by himself in the corner of his grandmothers bedroom clutching the remnants of his little machine.
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Watching them cart his grandmother out, his mother sobbing sadly and his father looking as stoic as possible while his sisters held their mother, Hank just numbly left them - walking down the hall to his room by himself. Standing in his room - looking at all the little widgets and toys and little scraps he'd built for his grandmother out of her stories, Hank suddenly felt angrier than he ever had before. Looking at the stupid worthless blinking pile of technology sitting in his arms, Hank let out a scream and smashed it on the floor, "IT'S NOT FAIR!!" he shrieked as he watched the machine burst apart. Staring at the ruined thing he'd tried to build, Hank felt his anger vanish - and exhaustion creep in. Walking over to his bed, Hank climbed onto it and held his knees to his chest.
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Looking at all the books on the shelf next to his bed, Hank knew no one would come in to tell him stories tonight. That was what Abigail did... pulling one book off the shelf - his favorite, the Pokey Puppy, Hank held it tightly as he began to cry again. He didn't want to be comforted... he wanted to hurt. He wanted to always remember this hurt. Forever... so he'd never lose someone like this again.
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Yelling in pain as his head was smashed against the table for the umpteenth time, Hank just leaned back in his chair and laughed, "See... you never start with the head - the victim gets all fuzzy. He can't feel the next-" watching as the interrogator smashed his fist into Hank's hand on the table. Hank just sighed as he heard the loud following crunch but didn't feel anything, "See? That was pointless," sighing as the interrogator asked him - also, for the umpteenth time - for details concerning the designs of his prisons, Hank said, "Really? Are we going to do that again? We covered that - I'm a freak now. An Inadequate. See? I understand now. I get it. All those years trying to 'fix' villains when I just didn't realize that WE'RE the villains. Those evil monsters and horrible creatures you want to lock up - they're still in the NURSERY compared to us!"
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Groaning in disgust as the interrogator grabbed him and threw him against the wall, Hank spat out a mouthful of blood, "So what? We're back to this stupid static again? You've got one rule in this - you can't kill me. Kill me and you don't get the information I've got. I won't give it to you. So this trying to hurt me and threatening me... it's a bad joke. And it's becoming an OLD joke," groaning as the interrogator picked him up again, Hank just hung there as he logically explained what the interrogator was doing wrong, "You have that rule. It's hanging over your head. You keep doing this but in the end they'll have to stop you and pull you out of here. And what do you get out of it? A little practice using me as a punching-"
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Stopping mid-sentence as he was thrown UP in the air and then brought down on top of the table. Hank lay there and just laughed, "You have NOTHING to frighten me with! I've seen monsters - I've BEEN a monster - and you're not even in the top ten!! You have NOTHING you can do with all your strength," groaning again as his head was picked up and smashed against the table, Hank shouted, "I thought we established I can't even feel that!!" laying there groaning as the door to his cell was yanked open and a short diminutive woman came walking in, Hank raised an eyebrow as she grabbed the interrogator by the arm and yanked him outside. Sighing as he heard shouting - but not the words being shouted - Hank just rolled his eyes. Still laying on the table as the woman came back in, Hank kept his eyes closed as she began to speak.
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"I apologize for Mr. Denada - the guard couldn't find me until after he-" opening one swollen eye, Hank asked, "Seriously? You're going to try THAT tact? There's a radio clipped to your belt. Apparently you forgot to take it off - if you're going to lie try to be a little less transparent. I've been lied to by the best," closing his eye again as the woman smiled at him, Hank made a face as she sat down in the only chair and lit a cigarette, "Does my smoking bother you?" shrugging, Hank said, "Second-hand smoke is the least painful thing I've been subjected to as late - I rather doubt it matters," lacing her fingers together, the woman said, "Mr. Pym, my employers require access to certain types of information. Information-"
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"Information concerning the Raft. The Cube. The Vault and the Big House. Yes, I remember your brain-scrambling friend wanted me to tell him something about that," laughing to himself, Hank said, "Do you know how long it's been since I've had any of my medication? Do you know how small a dose they gave me? I'm very unstable right now, dear, so all my analytical powers are their strongest. Please try not to bore me with the recap and allow me to cut to the chase - no. I won't help you make these peoples lives any worse. Put me back in my cell - put me in solitary-" snorting, the woman said, "Solitary confinement, Mr. Pym? Our foot soldiers will blow your brain out if you don't deliver the information we want. You know, in a lot of ways, we should be working together - not against each other,"
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Taking a long drag off her cigarette, the woman continued, "You see, Mr. Pym, we don't want to kill anyone. No. My employers are very strict about the killing of the inmates. Those that do the killing are incarcerated in the cells of those they killed. The inmates are offered a chance to work with us - to be released from their sentence after periods of service - if they won't comply they STILL assist us by providing subjects to help us design a better prison. No one is killed unless they step over the line - we're doing exactly what you would and apprehending AND detaining people as peacefully as possible," staring at her, Hank just laughed, "You captured me after nearly giving me pregnant girlfriend a heart attack. You've been trying to break me for whoever knows how long its been and NOW you're going to tell me what great people you are?"
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Raising a well-manicured brow, the woman said, "There was a time when the name Ant Man or Giant Man was a rallying cry for rebellious factions trying to overthrow my employers. But that time hasn't happened yet. We have taken you out of the equation as early as possible, Mr. Pym. And now you're going to help us solve more of our problems," laughing as she dug around in her purse, Hank rolled over on the table and leaned on his side, "You know, for a crazy woman you are AWFULLY funny," watching as the woman handed him a small hand-held computer, Hank took it and said, "I almost feel like a heroin addict - this is the first bit of technology I've had access to since you locked me up," his smirk vanished the minute he looked at the screen though. Janet. She was walking down the street of some town - her hair was mangled and hanging out in all directions. Her beautiful perfect eyes was splotched with bags from exhaustion and (though Hank may have imagined it) he fancied he could almost see a little bulge around her mid-section that must have been their child.
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Suddenly the screen change - Hank could still see Janet but she was further away... and someone else was in shot. A man clad in black holding some kind of rifle. He was standing in front of the 'camera man' and waving, "Jan!" Hank shouted as if she could hear him, "We've managed to gather some Pym Particles from others who've been hybridized with them, you HAVE been a busy boy haven't you? We can't control them or manipulate them... but we CAN track them," leaning over Hank's shoulder, the woman typed in a command and a map was displayed. Several small glowing 'targets' could be seen. Staring at them, Hank realized he knew most of them - they were people he'd helped through his particles. Pointing to one target in particular, the woman drove her point home as a face appeared next to the target.
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Jan's face.
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"We can track her everywhere - anywhere - Mr. Pym. Whenever I order it, day or night, they can capture her. Even if she escapes - which is unlikely - she's like a time bomb isn't she? That baby is telepathically linked to the pym particles inside it and Ms. Van Dyne... what would happen if it's mother became stressed to the point that the unborn infant uses them to protect itself? Or it's mother? Or what if I ordered my men to shoot her right now - a tranq dart. Nothing extreme... but the biochemicals used to make her go to sleep could cause the same result. The pym particles destabilize and-" raising an eyebrow as Hank crushed the palm computer in his hands, the woman sat back in her chair as Hank softly asked, "What do you want?" crossing one leg over the other, the woman took a long drag on her cigarette and said, "Your research concerning the Cube. The Raft. The Big House and the Vault. Your consent to assist us in testing subjects for improved prison containment... and your loyalty to my employers,"
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Looking at her with an ashen face, Hank said huskily, "To you... you mean. Is that what you're to be? My... keeper?" all the woman did was smile at that and said, "Shall I order them to increase your medication dosage?" staring at her, Hank slowly climbed off the table and said, "Please... please do your best for Janet she... I can't live without her," smiling demurely, the woman headed towards the door, "We will keep hounding her - keep her on the move. She will never have a chance to settle for long and she'll lead us to other potential subjects... but she'll never be captured. And if he vitals spike too high we'll give her time to rest," when all Hank did was nod, the woman tapped her fingernails against the door and the interrogator walked in, "So you see, Mercer, every man has a price he will willingly accept, even for what he hoped never to sell,"
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As Mercer approached Hank, the subdued genius just stood there as he waited for his orders, "Where shall we start, Ms. Keen?" smiling demurely, the woman took a small drag on her cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor, "Take Mr. Pym to the infirmary and get him cleaned up. Double his half-dosage of his medication and after he's had a good meal and a full sleep we'll take him to his new laboratory," grunting as Mercer shoved him towards the door, Hank did as he was told... he had no choice.
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