IT TAKES TWO ▹ SCOTT LANG ⁶

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          EVERYONE STARES up in bewilderment, now spotting a trail of ants towards the single light in the room. Hope narrows her eyes, "Scott?"

"What are you just standing around there for? We gotta go find that lab," Scott's voice says. They all don't spot him within the ants but do find a small speaker strapped to one.

"What about us?" Hank calls to the ceiling, assuming Christina would take the Wasp suit. Right after, two FBI costumes appear next; a hat, sunglasses, a thin coat, and an earpiece.

"Hurry up and get dressed. We don't have much time."

Hank and Hope go for the costumes, while Christina slowly approaches the Wasp suit. She ran a hand down the material before grabbing it and quickly changing into it.

         THEY EXIT the interrogation room, nodding at a passing agent before quickly slipping out the door. Christina flies close to Hank's shoulder. Once they make it outside the building, Hank glances around with Hope. "Okay, now what?"

"You're asking me?"

The van appears after, as if on cue. The side door rolls open and Scott is seated in the driver's seat. He leans over, "Get in!"

They all rush for it, diving in. Christina sits beside Scott while the other two take the bench seats. She grows back to normal size and smirks at Scott when her mask folds back.

Scott smiles awkwardly at her, nodding. "Hi."

"Hey," Christina replies, grinning even wider.

They stare at one another for a few more seconds before Hank removes his glasses, leaning forward. "Uh, excuse me. Are you planning on leaving soon, or are you two gonna keep staring at each other until they start shooting us?"

"We can do this all later," Hope leans forward as well, looking annoyed.

Scott nods, putting the van in gear and driving away. Hank and Hope remove their costumes before Hank nods at Scott. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Scott quickly returns, nodding at him in the rearview mirror. Christina smirks, side-eyeing him, yet keeping quiet. "So, uh, how do we find the lab?"

Hank crossed his arms, holding one hand to his right ear. "After we lost the lab the first time, I put on a new tracker...of sorts."

A loud rustle makes Christina and Scott lean forward at the same time, staring up through the windshield. A swarm of flying ants pass overhead, forming into a large arrow to direct Scott where to exactly go.

"That'll work," Scott nods once, following the insect's directions.

They drive for roughly ten more minutes before Scott is led to a semi-empty parking lot tucked on the side of the city. In the middle of the lot, the lab sat fully grown its original size.

"Well...that's a little obvious," Christina mutters, staring at the building.

"Energy readings show they have not used the tunnel yet," Hank says, holding his phone in his hand. He leans forward, looking between Scott and Chris.

"We don't have much time before Mom's location shifts, and we lose her." Hope adds after, leaning forward as well. Christina turns in her seat, adjusting her glove.