4349/On Your Left

On Your Left
Date of Scene:	08 December 2020
Location:	Battery Park City
Synopsis:	Hank and Kamala discuss various scales of growth and the fleeting nature of fame.
Cast of Characters:	Hank Pym, Kamala Khan

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Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sits and waits for Kamala Khan, his latest study/protege/fan on a bench in Battery Park City. The day is turning cold but he's wearing his Avengers kit and unstable molecules regulate heat really well. Blasted Reed even does that right. It is early morning and he wonders if he should have picked up Kamala or sent a cab> Then again she wants to be a super hero, she ought to be fine getting here. He looks at his watch, also unstable molecules and tries not to worry.

Absently he works on several problems simultaneously, details of a Microverse adventure, the Dimensional Sensor Array and the FTL gear he was starting work on. He wonders if she video'd the unboxing when he got his little loaner.

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala lives in Bludhaven so this isn't exactly a jog across central park for her. Besides which, she has class, homework, and the fact that she's still technically grounded to contend with. On top of all of this, she's still really uncertain about the notion of BEING a super hero, even if deep down she's incredibly excited about the whole concept. There's something to be said about having a proper suit to make it more real, too.

Even if it's a classic.

The Unstable molecule suit is worn beneath her school clothes. A t-shirt with Cap shield, a pair of sweat pants, and a jacket against the cold... The suit might regulate heat, but it's starting to get pretty dang cold in New York right about now!

With her hood up, the teen is jogging the rest of the way to Doctor Pym. Huffing and puffing when she finally makes it to him, gulping down air with a hand out to stall her own greeting! The other hand is resting on her knee, bent over with her legs spread. "Why... so... early."

Huff and puff.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym says to himself, "Oh, jogging. What were you thinking Henry> With a teenager." Belatedly he gets up and begins doing stretches, his breath fogging. Maybe some cardio? He drops and begins doing push ups. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10..." He gets up to 50 before he begins feeling it and dang Steve Roger and his getting up to 1000 easy! Yeah returning to active duty may require a little more working out, somewhere were his ex isn't making goo-goo eyes at her new beau.

Henry Pym loves Steve Rogers, that makes it worse. Plus the fact he's a baseline human who does card tricks with particles and the years are not kind, nor are particle misuse. Suck it up Henry.

Plus the fact after everything, he loves Janet.

Kamala Khan has posed:
The push ups are way past the line!

Kamala was fine with stretching and jogging in place to get her heart rate up and her muscles loose, but push ups... nope. Not in the park. She glances around awkwardly and rubs her palms together while Hank prepares himself for their jog. "This suit is incredible." Said just to fill the void of silence, tugging at her shirt, and beneath her shirt, the unstable molecule top.

"It's like a second skin... plus it stretches with me, which is pretty awesome.." Small talk, she doesn't know a whole lot about the science stuff to interject. "I could have used it yesterday morning. Got into a massive brawl with some russian gangsters, it was so epic." A big grin curling the corners of her mouth.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym jumps a little, surprised by Kamala. "99, 100! Just a warm up!" He gets up and huffs. I hope I was clear this is a loaner but you will need something like it. I can help with that. I have a load of the molecules in raw form. So we're going to practice speed and maneuverability at double scale. Double scale, for me means class 50 strength without undue fatigue... which is no big deal these days. Okay the objective for today is to avoid getting caught." He grows to 12 feet tall and folds his arms.

"You got till count of ten, little lady."

Kamala Khan has posed:
"100?!" There's a look of surprise at the proclaimation of how many pushups he'd done before she arrived! "Jeez, you ju-...st..." Pointing, half turning, pointing in the oposite direction she'd come from... But who is she to call Doctor Pym a liar? Instead she scratches at the back of her neck, listening to his explanation about how this is a loaner, to which she nods, and how they're going to play keep away at 12 feet tall!

"Oh gosh, I did 20 ft tall yesterday... but I couldn't control it. I was just trying to turn over a van, but then I kept growing until I was so big... like SO-" Hands out, forming dimensions that are not to scale, "-So so big..."

The whole time she's growing until she's just under twelve feet. It doesn't take ten seconds, more like 8.9 seconds. "So... so do I get stronger as I'm bigger or something? How does this even work?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym says "I get stronger. I have no idea about you... probably. Double scale is easy to master first. I can go up to 30 feet easily, higher than that is a problem. can't keep it going as long. Right now I want to see your control. You better start running or your nose is going to get beeped. Put your hero worship away. I'm not an Avenger, merely an all knowing jerk, 6, 5, 4, 3..." He said ten, he meant ten.

Kamala Khan has posed:
"Oh... OH!" Kamala reaches her desired height and then takes off running. It's not nearly as graceful at that size as it would be at her normal, but she's still relatively quick. Crunching along the hard, near frozen, grass with constant glances back over her shoulder. The whole time trying to keep control of her own body, Okay Kamala, don't lose it and suddenly have a leg three times as long as the other... It's all well and good to say not to have hero worship, but seriously! He's still an Avenger! Even if he's being a poopoo head by making her run in subzero (she's just being dramatic) temperatures!

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gives the girl an extra second or two watching he run like a young gazelle, or more like a giraffe. Then he's off and running. Hank keeps to the high ground where he can. It's bound to be drier and better footing.

Giant-Man, it should be noted sounds very scary chasing after someone. Mind Kamala's probably not that quiet either. Giant-Man affects an easy stride that eats up the ground, finding a rhythm and settling in. This is actually fun! She's pretty good and he hasn't been embiggened in a while. His treatments seem to be working. Life is good!

"Watch where you're going, not me! You can't stop on a dime..."

Kamala Khan has posed:
No she cannot.

Nor is Kamala accustomed to being this big. Usually she stretches, she didn't even really know she could do this until the morning before, so... So she should be forgiven when, instead of stepping over a bolted down park bench, she stumbles right into it. The trip isn't graceful, not by a long shot... but it's not earth shaking either. Big though she may be, it appears as if she lacks the solid density that Giant-Man has. Her footfalls are heavy, but not hard.

Her fall?

She rolls, slides in the dirt, and comes up with her feet beneath her to start running again. Only thing hurt is her pride! It did close the gap between them a little though. "Dang it, SORRY, Doc! I'll keep my eyes open!"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym throws a hand up and yells, "Stop!" Dogs in a ten block radius begin barking.

"Can you stand; are you all right? Honey, I'm sorry, let me check your ankles. I broke my ankle fighting the Human Top early on. I stayed big because I though shrinking would be bad for me... damned nuisance."

He shrinks back down to normal scale and his face reads neither Avenger or jerk but a dad. not a berate you for clumsiness dad, but one who felt you take a tumble himself. He pulls a scanner from his pocket and looks up at her.

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala blinks a few times and glances back at Hank, coming to a slow trot and then a halt with her hands on her hips... "Ankles?" Leaning her feet outward one at a time to look at them, "I honestly don't even know if I /can/ break my ankles.." Her body is so elastic, at least at this stage it's out of her control most of the time. To the point she's barely solid at any given moment.

"I read about that fight!" She says excitedly, instead! Coming back towards him, she's shrinking down to normal until she's back at her usual height. "I... seriously, I'm good!" Showing him her ankle to scan with a little grin. "I might not know what I'm doing, but I ... don't... uh... don't break.. do.. I got nothing, but I'm okay!"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym does a scan and gets some interesting readings. "I want to do a cat scan of you sometime. Amazing. Oh... you heard of that fight," he looks a little embarrassed. "Took me two weeks to trap that guy. Listen Kamala, for what it's worth he attacked another young lady I know in Brooklyn. He calls himself Whirlwind now and he's very dangerous. If you see him, please call me, and don't take matters in your own hands. He came close to killing me numerous times."

"Yes from what I see here it's like your skeletal system is... optional, like Mr. Fantastic's. Biomorphogenics is fascinating."

Hank pockets his scanner. "You're going to be very fast. You don't seem to borrow nearly as much mass as I do to grow. I'm sure you could control that too but for now limit your growth in practice to double size until you get comfortable with it. Double size is a good start!"

He plops down on the bench. "So did you read everything about me? Good and bad?"

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala continues to grin, pleased by what she hears even if she doesn't entirely understand it. Right up to the point Hank is warning her not to take matters into her own hands, that knocks at her sails a little, but... She nods. Understanding. Total understanding as she sits down on the bench with her hands wrapped around the seat between her legs, "I wont. I try not to get mixed up in all that stuff right now. If things crack off while I'm around, that's one thing, but I'm not a super hero, I just happen to be places when things happen and I can't stand by to watch it all go down."

Blinking a few times, she shrugs in that way teenagers do when they have a lot to say but aren't sure they should. "I read some stuff, yeah." She read a /lot/ of stuff. Kamala reads. She keeps up to date on all the heroes, her idols, and what they're doing. What they have done and why, "Not all of it was bad either! I mean you were doing hero stuff back when very few people were, besides the Fantastic Four-" One of whom she was compared to! Swoon much? "-I think your public image suffered a little with the whole incident-" That shant be voiced, "-but, like.. I mean nothing is permanent right?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks off into the distance as she speaks, smiling a little. "You're very diplomatic... when I was... courtmartialed, removed the Giant-Man Fan Club members all started mailing me back their shirts, torn, ripped, burned. So when you offered to start a new fan club... no. I don't need blind and fleeting hero worship. In any case, I don't know if you checked online but those shirts are now worth around $3,000 because they're so rare. Take good care of it, sell it, whatever you want."

"No. Nothing is permanent. Uh, Kamala, I'm planning a sort of unveiling at my house on Friday night Nadia will be there. And my... Vivian. You'd like them and Nadia is starting a lab in Bludhaven. You should meet them. I am really hoping there will not be any origins or other nonsense. Just turning a few buttons. OH I invited Janet, but... I'm not sure if she's coming, which is par for the course if you know Janet."

Kamala Khan has posed:
"I know OF Janet." Kamala says quietly, trying to keep her voice less excited at the possibility she could one day meet her. Her hands remain on the edge of the bench, watching Hank out the corner of her eye. "I don't think I can make it..." Which is presumptive of her that she was invited, "If... If I was invited, I didn't mean to invite myself then say, sorry can't come.. Just... I have a big project due on Monday and I'll be working the next couple days to get it finished so that I have the weekend off."

Murmuring quietly, looking down, trying not to be embarrassed.

"I don't blindly worship people, Doc. I know how much the vintage shirts are worth, I've got a few of them in my collection, but only one of them was given to me by the hero that they belonged to. I'll take care of it, I promise."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles. "You're a good kid. I can see you're made of better stuff than that. Uh... I never even thought about your schooling, you go to a school place right? Do you want a lift there? I brought my ride." He gestures at a patch up grass and Rover 2 is suddenly sitting there.

"Ta-dah."

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala glances down at her watch sitting inside her left wrist and frowns, "Jeez, it's almost... yeah. That'd be great! I've been late the last few days and I think they'll call Abu if I'm late again.." Shuffling her feet, looking down with a sardonic little frown. "I really appreciate you helping me, Doctor Pym.. It means a lot."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gets up and walks over to the ant-like craft. He shrugs, a little embarrassed. "Some people seek redemption beating up bad guys. I do this. You're helping me. Anyway, we';re having fun. I'm giving you my number in case you need me for something and if things get too hard for you I have two words to remember: Team-Up." With that he shrink hops into the pilot seat and regrows.

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala waits for the craft to be more normal sized before crawling into the passanger seat with the kind of excitement that suggests she'll almost certainly push some buttons she shouldn't! "Team up. Got it." Big grin, "Thank you, Doc. I'll try not to call you when I get stumped on my biology homework." Bouncing in the seats a few times, just to test them out, she settles down and pulls out her phone to add his number to the contacts.