THE ATOM-SMASHER

(CHAPTER 8): Operation Steal Stuff

"I don't suppose we could talk about this, Right?"
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Y/N L/N's POINT OF VIEW
LOCATION: SAN FRANSISCO, PYM RESIDENCE.
(1 DAY AFTER LAST CHAPTER)

"Are you sure this'll work out fine?"

"Positive."

After no short amount of preparation of the Ant's and our equipment, Scott was currently finishing up his sparring lessons with Hope. She wanted to run one final test before we were sent out to grab some sort of tech that'll help us in destroying the Yellow-Jacket.

I watch as Hope dodges one of Scott's punches before quickly swiping his legs out from beneath him and placing him in some sort of choke-hold. I begin to speak.

Y/N: You know, it this mission is as dangerous as Hank keeps making it out to be, shouldn't you be giving me combat-tips?

She looks at me confused before quickly letting go of Scott causing him to roll over and gasp for air. I watch as Hope dusts herself off before standing up and looking at Scott before at me.

Hope: You don't need the training, He does. there's a difference.

As she finishes speaking, Hank finally walks down stairs and enters the basement. As he sees Scott and I, he begins to speak.

Hank: Well you two, Get you're suits..It's time..

(Timeskip)

This felt kinda scary.

Currently both Scott and I were shrunken down to the size of Ant's whilst hiding in the bottom of a plane whilst flying above some old warehouse that we've planned to steal from. Definitely not what I saw myself doing when I first started this gig out. But Hey, it's been fun nonetheless. And I'm sure Alex, the original Atom would probably be doing this stuff day-and-night.

I watch as Scott quickly boots a small bit of Metal out of the way which allows us to see outside the plane. I finish adjusting my mask before standing up and walking over to Scott.

Scott: Who would've thought huh? And Ant and Atom working together?

I chuckle and nod before replying.

Y/N: Not me.

As I say this, I turn around to see the small army of Ants behind us.

Y/N: Alrighty Scott..Let's do this..

As my sentence finishes, Scott quickly begins to call-out to the Ants and controls them far better then he did the first time.

Scott: Squadron-A go! B-Go! C-Go!

As the final Squadron of Ant's fly out of the plane, I quickly hop onto the same Ant Scott was on. He begins to speak.

Scott: This is crazy!

Before he could say anything else, The Ant quickly leaps out of the plane causing us to free-fall through the air. Scott screams out and speaks into his microphone towards Hope and Hank.