6211/An afternoon visit

An afternoon visit
Date of Scene:	13 May 2021
Location:	Pym's Midtown Lab
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Hank Pym, Jennifer Walters

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Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym is sitting on the big chair with Bo, Cozette and Gramps. He is taking a little time off from lab work, feeling fairly well and has ant snuggles. At the moment his Fire Ant armor is standing in a rack and Hank is reclining blissfully in a fluffy robe. After a minute he removes his pants and throws them over another chair because, he doesn't expect any visitors. Right. On the HD screen, 'Them' is playing, winding down to the end. As the last of the giants are gassed the three on the couch raise a silent cheer.

Hank stares a moment in shock, //But those were ANTS. The humans killed them!//

Gramps nods sagely, //Not like they were carpenter ants, like us. Screw them. Go humans! Kill some more!//

//Yeah those ants were dicks.//

Blue and Orange morality was in full force here.

//Of course Foss Senior. Forgive my denseness.// He gives pats all around.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer is a woman on a mission. She drives up to Hank's lab and all but rushes to the front door, being let in.

"Hank!" she calls out as soon as she's in. "Hank! I need to talk to OH MY GOD PUT SOME PANTS ON!"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym turns off the movie. //Awwww run the end a few more times!//

He glares at the command. "For God sake I have a robe on. You wear less than this all the time, and I could mention some others. Anyway... just jealous of my legs." He grudgingly puts the pants on. "Is this about that Lexington Avenue anomaly... I had nothing to do with that. I'm working on it. Tell Reed get off his ass and investigate some." He stops talking when he sees Jennifer is not herself.

"What's wr-rong? Is Bruce all right? Are you having side effects from the Pym radiation?" He walks towards her, plainly concerned... she might be a little taller. Hard to tell.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
"No, it's fine. I'm fine," Jen rambles. "Okay. Maybe I'm a little freaked out, but it's gonna be okay." She starts pacing back and forth as she talks. "I just need to talk to somebody, and you're my best friend so you're the person I'm going to be talking to."

She's silent for a moment as she's pacing before she stop. "Hank," she says dropping the bomb. "I slept with Greer."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym fumbles a bit on the hem of the robe and yanks it off angrily. Bo takes it from him. He goes to Jennifer and tries to steer her towards a stool at the kitchen counter for her size. "Ok... you... slept with... Greer. Let me get you some coffee... and some bourbon." He thinks to himself, 'All Idid was ask her out... did I do this?' He gets the coffee on and finds the bottle labeled Wild Turkey on the liquor rack.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer resumes her pacing and rambling. "It wasn't anything that I planned. It just kind of happened," she explains. "We were in the Mansion and got to talking and I decided that we could skinny dip in the hot tub because, really, if Tony can do it, why not us? So we got to talking and she mentioned warm fuzzy cuddles and it suddenly popped into my head that I wanted warm fuzzy cuddles from Greer, and then she gave them to me, and then we started kissing, and then ...." She waves her hands frustratedly "You know. It happened."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym pours the bourbon into a shot glass. Coffee is far from done. So much he wants to say. So much awkward and no, he doesn't really know who that stuff happens being a boring straight male. He wants to say, "This is like announcing you put on weight to a guy starving to death." He feels like he's taking a big step back personal growth wise if he isn't careful. To give himself another moment to think, to be a friend, he simply says, "Sit down, relax and go on when you feel you can." He hopes he kept his face neutral.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jen's expression turns sympathetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... It's just.... you were the first person I thought of when I felt like I had to tell somebody about it." She moves over to the sofa and sits down.

"I never thought I liked women that way before," she confesses. "And it's taken me by surprise, and it's like, 'Hello! You're bi!' and it's this big revelation and for some reason I'm panicking about it."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym knocks back the bourbon as she turns to go to the sofa and pours another shot. What to say? He makes sure his expression NEUTRAL this time. People look at the She-Hulk and the muscles are what hit you first... unless you're a pig. But she is a trial lawyer and very good at reading people. He sits down next to her, and takes her by the hand, putting his arms around her shoulders.

"Okay... I certainly understand suddenly realizing you are something else. It's happened enough. Let me try to get this right. Janet was the one who handled personal... stuff."

"I... first of all I love you Jen. Whatever the hell you are." He puts his head on her shoulder and hugs tightly, well tightly for him.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer snakes an arm around Hank and squeezes him tight. "Thanks. I mean it. For being here and listening to me ramble as I try to sort this out." She shakes her head. "I just.... I'm just not sure what I should do. I'm never not sure what I should do. It's always so clear to me, and now things are a bit fuzzy in that department. So to speak," she says with a grin.

"I don't know if this was a one time thing or if it's something I should pursue." She sighs, "I suppose this is something that I should talk to Greer about instead of you, but... I don't know."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym responds to the hug by growing to Goliath size, eight feet or so. He does that so Jen's forehead is in reach and he plants a kiss on it.

He says calmly, "You should talk to Greer when you know what to say. Unswayed by fuzzy cuddles. You have a brilliant lawyer mind. You just need to process things. I wish I had a scanner I could run over you that'd say, 'One-shot, Furry Fan, Bi-, Curious, Gay.' It'd make me billions but I can't. You will figure it out. Figuring it out is a lot of fun sometimes. May I give you a suggestion?"

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jen can't help but giggle at "Furry Fan." "If anybody could make an Identity Meter, it'd be you Hank." She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh, calming herself down. "Of course."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym takes a moment to speak, and to reverse his change to normal size. Giant hugs are good too...

"When you talk... if you want to make a go of it... discuss what you want. Tell her what you want. Listen to what she wants and from there, you know if you can work it out or not. I did not. Janet and I wanted different things. Ph there was that whole thing with me snapping but that was really the merest tip of the iceberg. We wanted different things..." He trails off looking away and says very softly, "She wanted super powers... I wanted to stay married."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jen nods slowly as Hank speaks his wisdom. "I'm still sad that you two weren't able to work it out," she says. "But I get what you're saying. Communication is key. I should know that, but this feels so new, so different, that it was easy to forget the basics."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym says, "Uh yeah..."

He thinks, 'You two'? Nah just me. She got what she wanted. She always gets what she wants. Powers. The kid. Now, poor Steve. Je might need that shield. Again he tries to keep his face neutral. He realizes he fails. Then says to Hell with it. He's entitled to his opinion. "Staying together was not an option. We were a bad idea from the start. This Universe gives some people what they want and other people what they need. I tell you Jennifer... I should shut up."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer scowls at Hank's obvious pain. She reaches out and takes his hand and gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "You'll find your happiness," she says. "I know you will. I'm sorry I brought up all this hurt for you."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym he squeezes back. "You did nothing wrong. Bruce is not the only one with anger issues. I... I'm bipolar Jen. I can't be happy. Not for long. It drove Pym-Tron crazy when he was trying to torture me. He'd try beaming rage, anger, frustration, hopelessness into my head and... I did worse to myself. I laughed. He kept making me relive saying good-bye to Maria and... I loved seeing her, doing it over and over. So don't take my lousy moods as anything special. They're just my default. You go see Greer and see what you gals can figure out."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer scowls. "You shouldn't have to live like that. Don't they have medications to help with it?" she asks. "I don't like seeing you hurt like this."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym shrugs. "I used meds. They interfered with my powers and I nearly died. One reason I quit the Avengers. I was at the point of fainting whenever I grew or shrank too fast. I didn't tell anyone till I knew I had a solution worked out. I'm going back on meds but they take a few weeks to really kick in. It's a problem can't be solved by punching or blasting. As for living like this, we all have our problems. At least I laugh with you around. At least you come around! I think most of the team was relived when I left. I always got on better with the Hulks, the AIs, and gods than the plain vanilla humans. Wonder what that says about me?"