Avengers: Legacies

Crushed

Pym lowered to the railing, his wings now resting against his back. Just as he said, the terrace doors had been left open a crack by a forgetful Tait. Azura floated in the air above him with Rosalie clinging to her. The princess held her in place as she eased them both to the floor. Rosalie, her eyes squeezed shut, opened a hesitant eye to find herself still wrapped around Azura. She pulled back, clearing her throat, and scrambled to stand on her own. She lowered her eyes to Pym, who hadn't returned to his usual size yet. Pym didn't want to, even though he knew it was dangerous to stay in this state for too long, but he felt safe being this tiny.

He smiled up at Rosalie before taking to the air again. "I'll scout ahead and snoop around, see if I can find anything or anyone."

Rosalie returned his smile, hers more like a smirk. "Okay, be careful. Azura and I will make sure James and Bobby don't break their necks."

Pym raised his eyes to the compound's roof as James began to lower Bobby down by interlocking their hands around each other's wrists. Azura immediately drifted into the air to spot Bobby from the side, but Bobby managed to drop the remaining few feet to the terrace.

Before James could take his turn, Pym entered Tait's room, the interior neat and bare with the bed made to perfect military standards. The side of the bed was placed parallel to the terrace doors and windows while the desk was set against the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Pym zoomed closer to the desk, noticing something sparkling on its surface. He touched down near a pile of what looked like Ring Pops, but he knew there was no way the space prince could know of such a thing considering how much human things annoyed him or made him cranky. Pym picked up the first one closest to him and quickly realized that he wasn't holding a Ring Pop, but an actual gemstone, a ruby, its blood red facets flashing his distorted image back to him. He set it back down, careful as could be, and remembered he had something to do. Taking off again, he flew towards the door of the room that led out into their living quarters. He nose dived and skimmed between the space of the door and floor, navigating like a dream. His wings buzzed as he ascended into the air again, hovering in the hallway.

Pym scanned the dark, the silent eeriness pressing him closer to the ceiling, but he breathed deeply. He wasn't truly alone. The others were waiting for him and relying on him to bring back info for a good game plan. He ventured forward and tapped his flight goggles, activating his newly installed infrared vision. He hoped to find no one, but as his eyes landed on Bobby's door, his heart plummeted. A few figures stood just beyond the door, one in front of the other. The one behind held another object that had a heat signature, and Pym's eyes widened. He zipped back to Tait's room.

James was just leading the others through the terrace doors when Pym returned. The leader now had his shield attached to his arm, and his eyes widened and then crossed as Pym skittered to a stop mere inches from his face.

"What's wrong, Pym?" Bobby asked, pushing into James.

James pushed back, and Bobby scowled, stumbling to the side.

"Bitch," Bobby muttered, but James ignored him.

"What did you see?" James asked.

Pym darted his eyes back and forth between them, words frozen in his throat, but before he could respond, an emergency alert popped up in the lenses of his headset. He tapped its side and pushed the button on his Pym Particle belt. He fell back onto Tait's bed, back to normal size, breathing hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he closed his eyes as the onslaught of a headache came on.

"Pym." Azura rounded the bed and knelt down. He turned his head towards her. "Are you alright?"

He nodded and hummed out an answer. She grabbed his gloved hand and helped him sit up. Bobby handed him a candy bar that was no doubt melted from being in the archer's pocket.