"Didn’t know I’d get all the Ant-Men for this reprise,” she commented back, snickering while the large object she held was carried around with the same effort of someone holding a beach ball leisurely, except in lacking all the playful bouncing around in the actions; the opposite action was taken in consideration with it being to make it move as few times as possible. They still had to get this thing back to the Future Foundation without destroying it or a city block or two. 

      “Yeah, it’s an Ant-Man reunion tour. Tickets are selling at an unbelievable rate.” She-Hulk seemed so relaxed carrying the object, Scott was almost jealous. He could make himself stronger, but it was a lot of strain on his body to use Pym particles like that.


She rolled her eyes scoffing as she kept walking. “Where can I sign up to get the shoulder devil to match? I feel like I’m at some mediation session mixed with a self-help book right now.” She’d joke with him like the unknown object she carried wasn’t potentially some threat.

      “I think Hank’s other successor would be about right for the shoulder devil job. You know, the other Ant-Man.” Maybe that wasn’t entirely fair to O’Grady, but Scott thought the joke worked.


                  ❝ Define buying.


      —you’re not buying any of this story, are you.


"Good call," she quickly added before he got on his call. After a moment, she paused to tap her feet, kick some debris around at her feet until they got word of directions. Having some guidance tell you where to go on your shoulder was a joke once, but now it was real life and perfect.

She made a clicking noise with her teeth in recognition and for affirmation, heading her way that direction. “Allllriiiighty then...”

      She wasn’t the only one who thought of shoulder angels while Scott was giving directions. “It was a good call. This is why you always let your conscious be your guide.”


                      ❝ …Fair point. ❞

      “Thank you.”


                      ❝ I didn’t think you did! …But… I don’t know. You could tell him to shut up. ❞

      “I feel like that wouldn’t work.”


                      ❝ What I said. Eric keeps saying you two kissed or something… I don’t believe it, but… ❞

      “I never kissed Eric.”



"Carrying this? No.” She smiled, nudging a faint nod for his sake, eyes craned at her shoulder. "Calling? I might appreciate that.” She’d been a heavy-lifter with the Fantastic Four, and it wasn’t changing because the name of the team changed. However, having teammates meant you could take some of the stress off yourself instead of her solo gigs which meant she had to do everything that was needed. 

"I didn’t hear anything from Darla. She might be, well… preoccupied. Try Reed.”

      “Right. I’m gonna call Sue. Reed’s probably in his lab and you know how he gets.” Scott tapped a button on his helmet to call Sue in for directions to get the weird alien thing back to the Baxter Building. “Go to the right.”