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C338 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 21:18:23 +0000 UTCSuddenly, as Cross collapsed to the floor, holding his bleeding nose, his armed henchmen raised their guns once again, surrounding his attacker.
“What are you waiting for?!” Cross berated them as he picked himself off of the vault floor. “F*cking kill him already!”
Without hesitation, the henchmen gripped their guns tightly and pulled the trigger, but Scott was too quick for them. He shrunk down to the size of a pinhead and watched as a barrage of bullets flew past his tiny body.
Scrambling to search the vault, none of the gunmen noticed a small figure dashing between their legs, punching and kicking their lower bodies, which caused them to trip and stumble over.
“Ugh!”
“F*ck!”
“Where is he?!”
Some simply tripped due to the blow they took, but others wailed in pain as their legs broke in random places.
And as they tried to regroup, Scott surprised them by growing to his full size, appearing out of nowhere and launching a quick punch before shrinking again, disappearing from view.
Over and over, this continued as the highly trained Pym Technologies security team was made to look like inexperienced newbies in front of the power and abilities of Ant-Man.
Meanwhile, Cross watched from the shadows, gritting his teeth in frustration as Ant-Man made quick work of his men.
Realizing he needed to even the odds, Cross reached into his pocket and pulled out a capsule, which held his own personal Yellowjacket suit.
Cross scowled as he looked between the capsule and his diminishing security team. ‘If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself...’
Rushing out of the vault, followed by his many buyers who didn’t want to be Ant-Mans next target when the henchmen were finished, Cross quickly opened the capsule, enlarged the suit, and threw it on over his very expensive slim-fit business suit.
All whilst listening to the many complaints of his customers. Of course, they wanted to take what they’d purchased and leave, but the case that held the first line of Yellowjacket suits was locked up tight.
So, they could only lodge their complaints and hope that Cross wasn’t beaten. Or else their trip and payment would be all for nothing.
And as his helmet locked into place, Cross stood menacingly in front of the crowd of clients, his two bug-like blasters arched on his back. “Shut up!” He yelled. “Leave, I’ll take care of it.”
Of course, they wouldn’t argue with a man in a high-tech killing machine, so the group turned and left.
But as they rushed out of the building, one giant golden portal opened up under their feet, dropping them into a big cell back at the Avengers tower.
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Back in the security room of Pym Manor, where Peter, Hope, and Pym we’re watching the whole situation.
“Did you just do that?” Hope asked in shock as they all watched the buyers get swallowed by a giant portal.
“Yup.” Peter shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyone who wants to buy something like this is probably up to no good. I’ll have some agents at the tower check their backgrounds and interrogate them.”
“...” Hope and Pym exchanged a look, realizing just how easy it would be for their web-slinging acquaintance to deal with this entire situation.
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After sending the complainers away, Darren Cross returned to the vault, donning in his Yellowjacket suit, feeling dangerous.
He had left his henchmen behind to distract Scott, and now he was ready to fight.
As he entered the vault, he expected to see his men struggling against an unbeatable opponent, but instead, he found them on the ground, unconscious and injured.
There was no sign of Ant-Man.
Darren knew better than to let his guard down. Ant-Man was probably still lurking around, waiting for a chance to attack him. And just as he thought, a tiny Ant-Man jumped down from the top of the vault door and attacked.
He tried to swat his small assailant away, but Ant-Man was too quick. He was the size of a pin and darted around, avoiding Cross’ blows.
Frustrated, Cross shrunk down as well, hoping to get a better shot at Ant-Man.
The two stood across from one another, atop the left butt cheek of one of the fallen guards.
“There you are.” Cross said. “Are you ready to die all alone?” The two antenna-style blasters on his back glowed dangerously.
Without waiting for a reply, he started firing toward Scott, though his target managed to dodge the with a few sidesteps, each laser burning a tiny hole in the unconscious guard's pants, zapping his butt cheek underneath.
Dodging one last laser, Scott turns to his enemy. “Who said I was alone?”
Suddenly, a swarm of countless ants climb up the guard's body, surrounding the two of them completely.
“Oh... sh*t.” Cross mutters, realizing that the fight might end up being more challenging than he originally thought.
“Get him!” Scott ordered and the ants rushed forward. “Go! Go! Go!”
Cross tried to make a break for it, but the ants blocked his path, swarming over him like a living wave.
Jumping all over the place, Cross did his best to run from the swarm as he unloaded his blasters on them, but they just kept coming, biting and crawling all over him.
Even when he left the ground, hoping to get a moment of reprieve, Cross was surprised to find some of the ants taking to the sky, following him like fighter jets.
Soon enough, Scott joined the fray among his insect allies.
Riding Ant-thony, Scott joined his air team in the sky, chasing after their target in a V formation with Scott at the front.
“Where are you running?!” Scott asks as he pulls his Kree blaster and starts firing in Cross’ direction. “I thought you were going to kill me?!”
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“Is it just me, or is this a bit comical.” Peter muttered. “I mean, when they’re so tiny it feels like it’s not even real. It’s like I’m watching a battle between the world's smallest action figures.”
“...” Hope and Pym didn’t know how to reply to that.
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In and out, Darren dodged the many lasers coming at his back. ‘Where the hell did he get that thing?’ He wondered.
landing quickly, Cross understood that he was probably better off on the ground.
Watching as a herd of ants rushed his way, whilst Scott and his air unit were a bit farther behind, Cross waited for the perfect moment before growing back to his normal size.
And as he did, it just so happened that the army of flightless ants was only a step away.
“Take this, you little pests!” Cross swiftly raised his leg, hovering over the ants.
“No!” Scott screamed as he nudged Ant-Thony forward. “Hit the gas, buddy!”
As the bottom of Cross’ boot descended on his army, Scott kicked off of Ant-Thony’s back, launching himself forward.
Cross smirked victoriously, thinking he had won, though just as he was about to crush the weak little ants beneath his feet, Scott came flying over, grew to normal size in an instant, and used all of his momentum to send his boot into Darren's helmeted face.
*Pow!* The hit connected and Cross was sent flying across the vault.
Acting quickly, Scott re-shrunk himself again so that his fall wouldn’t cause any sort of friendly fire.
Hitting the floor, Scott frantically climbed to his feet. “Are you guys okay?!” He asked and turned to find his army in perfect shape.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Scott turned to Cross, who was picking himself back up off the floor. “It’s time to end this. You guys can leave the rest to me.”
The ants seemed reluctant as Scott kicked off of the ground, launching himself at his opponent.
And before Cross could fully balance himself on his feet, Scott crashed into the front of his knee with all his strength.
*Crunch!* Instantly, Darren's knee caved backward as his leg bent in a very wrong direction.
After all, if Scott used all of his strength at this size, then his attacks would have the and strength as a fired bullet.
“Argh!?” Cross screamed in pain as the weight on his mangled knee sent him tumbling to the ground once again.
Growing back to normal size, Scott looked down at his enemy. “You know, our suits may have their differences, but one thing is the same. The armor on them is practically nonexistent.”
“Ugh! You Motherf-” Cross yelled as he cradled his contorted leg, though he couldn’t finish speaking as he felt little legs climbing up his suit, seeping in through the cracks. “Argh! Get them off!”
“I told you guys to leave it to me...” Scott shook his head, though a fond smile graced his lips.
As the ants started doing their work, especially the bullet ants, whose venom could sedate their victims, Scott noticed Cross reaching for something.
In a last-ditch effort, Darren tried to shrink down, hoping to somehow escape while crushing the ants inside his suit in the process.
But sadly, Scott was too quick.
He darted to the floor and grasped Cross’ hands, stopping him from hitting the button.
“GET OFF ME!” Darren screamed at the top of his lungs as he thrashed against his enemy's hold.
Though it didn’t last long...
Within a few seconds, his arms and legs went limp, swiftly drifting off into a deeply sedated sleep.
“Okay, boys.” Scott called out to his army. “Bite ‘em a few more times for good measure then come out. He’s finished.”
As he spoke, a golden portal opened in the center of the room and out came the spectators, Peter, Hope, and Pym.
“Well done, Scott.” Peter congratulated him as he stepped over a few of the unconscious henchmen. “You passed the test. Welcome to the Avengers.”
A/N: 1663 words :)
