The Ant's Daughter (An Ant-Man Story)

String & Sticky Notes

Sarah didn't stop walking from out of the car until she got to her room. She didn't want to release her anger onto the door, but she closed her bedroom door harder than usual. She grabbed her Pym Technologies poster hanging in her room and tore it down, revealing the start of her evidence web. She grabbed a post-it note and wrote in red ink:

Darron admits to being @ house.
Stepfather: Working w/ Darron?

She stuck her theory up on the web and continued to add more suspicions, connecting similar theories and evidence with red string:

Police = pawn?
Mom: Covering for Stepdad?
*REMEMBER* Ask police about stepdad's whereabouts.

She went on like this until the sun went down. She stepped back and looked at the web she created. Her poster was not going to be able to cover all that she wrote and attached. Red string was strung everywhere, crossing over each other and adding to the already hectic array of sticky notes.

However, to Sarah, it is exactly what she needed to see. She needed to know that this was not a simple black-and-white case, and it most certainly was not. Things were afoot, and she was going to find out every single person behind it.

She had to rearrange her posters a bit, though. Sarah grabbed all of the posters in her room and arranged them in a way that seemed intentional and would not catch the eye as suspicious.

And in perfect time, too. A knock came from Sarah's door. "Dinner's ready," her mom called from the other side, "be sure to wash up."

"Coming, Mom!" Sarah responded, looking back at the pictures, making sure her mess of a web was concealed from sight.

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Everyone was already asleep. It was around 11 p.m., but with Sarah's parents'/stepparents' hectic schedules, they fell asleep as soon as their faces touched the pillows.

Sarah, on the other hand, was sitting cross-legged on her bed, making sure there were no noises coming from the other room. She looked down at her hands, which were holding the burner phone Hank gave to her.

She checked one more time.

No noises.

One last thing she checked was that there was no way of contact to the outside in her room. Her laptop was downstairs, her phone was powered off and charging outside of her door, and her windows and curtains were closed. There was no way for Darron to know about this.

She opened up the burner phone and called Hank and Hope.

Come on, come on, please, please pick up...

"Hello?"

Sarah sighed in relief.

Hank!

"Hank, this is Sarah. I'm calling from the burner phone."

"Sarah! Are you alright?"

"Much better now, thanks," Sarah replied, smiling from ear to ear, "are you two okay? No attacks or anything?"

"Nothing of the sort today. The police came today, though, still trying to figure out who it was."

"I..." Sarah took a deep breath before starting, "I think I have a hint on who it was."

Sarah told Hank everything, every speck of evidence Darron threw out, every idea she had on who the robber was, and each theory she had on where Cassie was (which was limited at the moment).

Hank simply listened. He never interjected. In fact, many times, Sarah was worried that he had hung up, so she would ask him a random question every once in a while to make sure he was there and still awake.

Once Sarah had told  him all she knew, he replied, "Those are some interesting ideas. Good work, Sarah. Hope is already asleep, so I'll discuss things with her tomorrow."

But, Sarah needed answers now. How could she wait on input until the next day when Cassie could be dead at any moment?!

Instead, Sarah took a breath and replied, "Sounds good to me."

"When we find something, you'll find a burner phone in your room. Ants will be carrying them, so we won't be seen at your house."

Sarah smiled a little, glad that Hank was thinking ahead. "Thanks, Hank, for everything."

"Anytime, Sarah. Good night, and don't forget to burn this afterwards."

Sarah nodded. "Good night." With that, she hung up. She looked down at the burner phone; she wasn't about to start a fire right here and now, so she snapped it in half and hid the separate pieces in different parts of her room. She would deconstruct it further while she waited for news from Hank.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Sarah felt content with falling asleep.

Finally finding some time to write! Yay!

~MarvelRebel27