Y/N SAT IN the holding cell, closing his eyes as he laid his head against the concrete wall. Outside of the doors was Jim Paxton, an officer, and friend of Scott's.
"What were you thinking, man?" He asked the nineteen-year-old. "Not even two weeks since you were released, you pull this crap?"
Y/N didn't know what to say. What could he even say? Anything that'd come out of his mouth would likely incriminate him more. He couldn't really tell him about how he stole some magical shrinking suit from an old man's house and was simply trying to return it.
"I called Scott already. He should be on his way."
The young man let out a sigh. "What—What's going to happen now?"
"You already know, Y/N." Paxton crossed his arms and looked down. "I thought you'd change your ways, man. This is going to break their hearts."
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He knew Paxton was referring to his dad and little sister, and he was right. After this, he was likely going to be processed, charged, go through another grueling trial, and be sent to prison...likely for years this time.
Jim's partner, Gale, went up to the cell and spoke to Y/N.
"You got a visitor."
"Who?" Y/N asked with an arched brow.
"Your lawyer."
"My lawyer?"
Gale escorted Y/N to an interrogation room where his supposed lawyer was. Y/N went inside and saw an old man at the table, which confused the teenager even more.
"I told you I'd be in touch, Y/N." Dr. Hank Pym said.
Immediately, Y/N recognized his voice and remembered being told that same line earlier in the day.
"You're not Saul Goodman." Y/N remarked.
"Sorry to disappoint you." He replied. "I'm starting to think that you prefer the inside of a jail cell."
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