Owner	Pose
Hank Pym	Hank Pym is trying to stay busy. He works like a devil when he's manic. He works even harder when depressed to keep his mind off things. He is working quite hard today. Many boxes have been moved to his new lab and... some of them are a mystery. In more pleasant times this could be a lot of fun. He opens a box of Giant-Man memorabilia and files it for disposal. Was he ever that full of himself? Apparently. He opes several more boxes and finds copies of his books. He puts some of those aside for Rod, who seems to enjoy his writing. Capacitors! Dang he can always use those. He goes after another box. Wedding album. From the good marriage. Hank stops and begins leafing through it very slowly indeed. He should share this... should he call? He bows his head till it almost touches the coffee table and the book in front of him. He straightens after a minute and score! An extra Ant-Man suit, Pym particle gear and... he pulls a black costume out, designed for a woman, with a red over shirt and ridiculous pointy hat. He almost throws them then settles and puts them carefully aside. He begins a very short text message <<Jan, found your old stuff. I'm leaving it at te mansion tomorrow. Hank>> Let her decide what to do with it. He stares at the book and the uniform next to it.
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer has decided to go and visit Hank. She's been working on the AI Rights bill (working title) and needs to get his input on a few things. Well, on everything, since he's the world's leading expert on the subject. She walks up to the lab still dressed in her business attire of a charcoal grey suit over a cream colored blouse. She walks up to the front door of the labs and presses what passes as the doorbell. Instead of actually ringing anything, there's a slight hum as she's scanned by the building's AI, and the door pops open to let her in. "Hank?" she calls out. "You in?"
Hank Pym	Hank Pym perks up quickly, wiping at his face hurriedly. An untrained eye might think he just woke from a snooze. He shoves a box aside, placing a belt fastened with small gas tanks and boxes on the table. "Yeah Jen. I'm here." He walks over to the Jade Giantess and gives her a big -though normal sized- hug, letting out a sigh as he squeezes for a moment. Not that anything really squeezes for him. "Come in, glad to see you. " He is -relatively speaking.
Jennifer Walters	Jen gently returns Hank's hug, making sure not to squeeze him like a tube of toothpaste. Hankpaste. That would be unpleasant and messy to clean up. She notices the circles under his eyes and asks, "Are you holding up all right?" She notices all the boxes scattered around the room. "Spring cleaning?"
Hank Pym	In a building across the street, a squad of men check their weapons one last time. Their leader, dressed like a high tech beekeeper makes a fist for emphasis. "Word is that Pym received a number of boxes from the Avengers. We will enter and relieve him of them. In fact we will take him as well if possible. His secrets will be A.I.M.'s!!" "Number Six... we are right here, why are you yelling?" "Was I?" "You were spitting. I mean seriously... " Number six gestures to a device on a tripod. "No matter! I will operate the Gravito beam to bridge the gap to his lab! You will cross, cut a hole in the wall and remove everything you can! Questions?" "We're walking cross an invisible beam six stories up?" "... yeah just feel for the edge with your toes, guys." Grumbling commences. Meanwhile... Hank pulls away and waves off such concerns. "I usually look like shit. Yeah... I'm fine. Staying busy. You look great as always. I just got another load of boxes to go through. Old junk. He grabs the black and red garment and books and shoves them back in the box. "What's brings you here? Social or science? I have some donuts..."
Jennifer Walters	Mmmm. Donuts. She wanders over to where the box is and picks out a chocolate covered one with sprinkles. "Thank you," she says around a mouthful of Donut, dabbing at the corner of her mouth to catch an errant sprinkle. "I've been working on a bill to introduce to legislature that will give AI autonomy and personhood so that Viv and Vision and others like them can be their own people instead of property," she says settling into one of the nearby couches. "I wanted to go over some things with you and get your input."
Hank Pym	"There is is working; silent, invisible, undetectable..." "How do we know it's working?" One of the squad reaches out and feels around till his hand encounters something... about four inches wide. He frowns and makes adjustments. Across the street Hank is setting out the donuts and some iced tea. He walks around to sit next to Jen and his foot steps on something that cracks. "Oh fu..." He feels the Pym particles starting to act on him. Not as easy at it sounds. He counters it and then falls on his butt. "Ooof! Stupid old gear! Jen? Jen?!"
Jennifer Walters	Jen delicately finishes off the donut, making sure not to get frosting or sprinkles all over her blouse when she hears the crack of a canister. "Hank?" she asks, slightly worried when her whole world suddenly goes dark as she's buried by her clothes as she's shrunk down to three inches tall. "Hank?" She squeaks, struggling to get out of the pile of course cloth that she's found herself in. Fortunately for her, she habitually wears her unstable molecule costume underneath her clothes. You never know when you're going to get in a fistfight with some bad guys, and that /always/ ends up tearing her good business suits. "Hank? What's going on?" She struggles some more, not getting anywhere any time soon, so she decides to apply a more Hulk solution. She tears at the fabric working her way up, until she sees light from the lab filtering in through her clothes. With a final rip, she bursts through the cloth and blinks at her suddenly gigantic in proportion surrounds. "Hank! I'm tiny!" she exclaims. "Tiny Hulk!"
Hank Pym	Hank Pym lets out a long breath. "Okay don't panic. Breathe normally. Give yourself a my-noot... err minute to adjust and I'll turn you back. People have all kinds of symptoms from shrinking or growing... I'm pretty sure your Hulk physiology makes you immune to all but... nausea. if you told me you were wearing something I'd have helped you out of your clothes... errr you know what I mean." He picks Tiny Hulk up and places her on the table, o a purple throw pillow. "Let me keep you company." He shrinks down till he's his usual size in relation to her. "I mean... I could walk with you on my shoulder or something... that is fun." She is going to kill him.
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer takes a few deep breaths as the nausea hits her. It's been a while since she's been nauseous like this, with her enhanced physiology making her immune to almost any illness, but the effect of the Pym particles is apparently something of an outlier. Once she gets her breath back and her stomach is no longer complaining, she starts laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Oh my God," she manages between spurts of giggling. "I'm Tiny Hulk!" When she manages to calm down a bit she says, "No hurries, Hank. Let me enjoy this for a while. Shoulder Hulk it is!" She crouches down and leaps up with a tiny little "Hup!" and bounces like a flea over to Hank until she gets close to him. With one giant leap she manages to get close enough to his shoulder to grab onto the fabric of his shirt and climbs up enough to sit on it. "Away, my mighty steed!"
Hank Pym	Hank Pym wasn't ready for that. From his point of view he just had a full sized She-Hulk jump on his shoulder. Which should've crushed him. Except now she weighs but a few ounces and he retains his normal human strength. He hefts her easily on one shoulder. She's about an ounce. He grows back to his normal size, making sure she's settled and starts walking around. ten league strides so to speak. "I'm sure you smell nicer than me, sorry for that I was working for a night and day straight." He is a little embarrassed by that. Then for an added thrill he puts Jen on his head. "Hang onto my hair." He starts running around the lab.
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer laughs delightedly as Hank starts to walk around the lab. "This is fun! It's like I'm riding a dinosaur or something." Beat. "Not that I'm calling you old or anything." She shakes her head as he apologizes for his appearance. "You got to stop working yourself like this," she says. This is an old conversation that they've had many times over. "It's not healthy." When instructed she grabs onto Hank's hair as instructed and then he's suddenly off running. To Jennifer this is at breakneck speed and wind is ripping through her hair. "Wheee!" She actually said, "whee." How many people can get a whee out of a Hulk?
Hank Pym	Hank Pym brakes to a stop. He's laughing at the tiny 'whee' from his lawyer and friend. Any power than is responsible for that... well f*** x-ray vision. Then he's laughing hard. It almost hurts. Then he thinks of something and stops laughing. He keeps his tone light. He speaks softly because he knows how loud people are when you are three inches tall. "Jen... why didn't you want to try a date with me? I mean its ok, you're one of my best friends, just... why not? We have a lot of laughs together. Of you don't want to say it's ok. I just... wanted to ask. I mean what we have is really good. The friendship. I would never want to give that up." He puts a hand up to his head in case she wants to get down. He knows you could probably run her over even at this size with no harm done but... he treats her like a glass rose. She's his friend. He does a similar move to convince ants to come to them. Respect the tiny. You might be one one day.
Jennifer Walters	Once Hank slows to a stop, Jennifer's heartfelt laughter slows down with it, until she's left with a couple of chuckles left. "That was fun, I have to admit! One day I want to do this again, but on purpose this time. We can make a day of it!" When Hank gets serious, Jen's eyebrows furrow and she sits on his shoulder. "That's just it, Hank. We're good friends, and I value that friendship over everything else." She shakes her head, "Dating would... complicate that. And potentially ruin a good thing if it doesn't work out." She sighs and leans over to bump her shoulder against Hank's neck in a friendly way. "Besides. I just don't feel that kind of attraction to you. I'm sorry Hank, but I like what we've got as it is."
Hank Pym	Hank Pym plucks Jennifer off his head to look at her. He nods. "Okay... let me get you back to normal then." He gets ready to drop her when she enlarges and... nothing happens. Jennifer might feel a tickle over her skin. Hank frowns. "Come on now... we all have to grow up sometime. I want to see your activist... activity. I also want to give you another hug real bad." this time it's a faint burning sensation and some stomach churning. Hank stops after a moment and walks over to a large scanning table. "I'm just going to set you down here... for a minute... Holy Crap! He looks at Jennifer's image (twice life size at the moment!) then he starts scrawling on a notepad. "Ok... nothing to worry about." Apart from a tiny woman who could still lift him up and throw him through a wall.
Jennifer Walters	Jen feels a little weird as Hank tries to embiggen her, to no success. Then he tries again and there's the burning sensation and nausea again. "Oh god," Jen moans clutching her stomach. "Hank what are you trying to /do/?" Then Hank is worried. Which makes her worry. Then Hank tells her not to worry. "Hank. That's only going to make me worry /harder/."
Hank Pym	Hank Pym rubs Jen's back with his thumb. He looks over the notes. "See the gamma radiation in your body supercharged the red particles in the capsule that made you tiny. They formed a barrier to the blue particles to make you larger. I have a work around though. Easy peezy. A plasma accelerator. Wow you are tense." He rubs her back with both thumbs. "All I need is a plasma accelerator to neutralize the Pym particle charges. I can do this. It was similar to problems we had enlarging Bushwick and Genosha actually..."
Jennifer Walters	"It's always the gamma radiation," grumbles Jen. "It messes up everything." She leans back into the gentle rubbing. "I don't mean to be. It's just that I've been around Reed and Bruce and you long enough to know that when science goes bad things get weird." She lets out a wry chuckle. "At least I don't have to punch anything this time." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "This may be a good way to contain my cousin if he gets out of control. He's doing pretty good right now, but you never know what'll happen if he tries to 'cure' himself again." She lets out a long sigh, "I worry about him, you know. I worry about you, too. You're my boys."
Hank Pym	Hank Pym thinks furiously... . o O (Where the hell do I get a plasma accelerator? I think the kid borrowed mine. Empire State University! Yeah they owe me one or the other way around but I'm good for it.) First he keeps rubbing the tiny figure till she relaxes. "I could never rub your back if you were normal size and... you're my girl. Bruce is my pal. Funny... I get along better with the Hulks than the human Avengers. A lot better than some. Okay... I'm going to head to ESU for a plasma accelerator and we should have you right as rain. Meanwhile..." He scoops her up and brings her back to the coffee table. "Giant donut... to keep you happy till I return. Maybe you'll stay tiny for a bit. I quite enjoy giving you rides and carrying you around... just like... never mind." He plunks her gently down on the table and sets a few giant napkins by her. Then with a wave he jumps into the air and shrinks to land on a flying ant. They streak through a tiny exit.
Jennifer Walters	Jen lets out a heavy sigh as she watches Hank leave. "Well," she says with a helpless shrug of the shoulders. "At least I have a donut." She takes a large (for her) chunk of the donut and sits down crosslegged on one of the napkins. "Still, it could be worse," she muses. "AIM could be attacking.
Joan Wright	As Hank flies out, Joan ends up being allowed in. What manner of security breach is this?! Based from one of the ants letting her in without any form of discord, it's either a Mut-antenna-y or someone has forgotten about an appointment to discuss something building related. Either explanation. As Joan is led into the lab, she glances around curiously, noting the lack of Pym. "Hank?" Joan asks curiously, glancing around. "I'm here..."
Hank Pym	"What do you mean you won't go! Idiots! This is simplicity itself. My energy sensing lenses will show where the force bridge is you merely follow my instructions... wait... what are you doing? You cretins! I'm telling the supervisor about this! Unhand me!" The leader is unceremoniously pushed out the window onto the force field bridge. Once there he begins to pick his way across gingerly as the lenses he mentioned are perhaps not up to Stark or Pym's level of technology. The others link themselves together with the number two man holding onto his superior's belt. "Simplicity itself!" he snarks. The others bring up a heavy laser. "Dear Rupert, I need this plasma accelerator. Either I shrunk mine and misplaced it or my kid borrowed it and your lab is way closer than Bludhaven and she might be using it. Kids hunh? Anyway, I will have this back asap. Oh. I'll fix your mini-fridge door. Baudelaire didn't get his supper and he smelled your pot roast sandwich. I will replace the sandwich. I gave him a right good scolding too. Best regards. Hank. P.S. get a better burglar alarm. Damage Control has some good models. H.P" Hank finishes writing the note just as several armed security guards crash through the door. "Sonuva mother!!" The door opens automatically for Joan. No ants to greet... at least not the giant variety. They're visiting with the folks.
Jennifer Walters	Jen looks up at the sound of somebody entering the lab. "Hey! Down here!" she calls, waving a hand to try to catch Joan's attention. "Hank accidentally shrunk me and he went to grab something to bring me back to full size. I'm Jen, by the way!" The tiny green lawyer then tilts her head. "Do you hear something?"
Joan Wright	Joan glances around, looking for the ant she assumed let her in. Finding none she frowns. Someone had to approve it, right? So where is the doctor? Hearing a small voice, the architect turns to face that way. Seeing the green woman on the coffee table, she steps over and crouches down, bringing her head closer to Jen's level. She gives a smile, "Hi Jen. I'm Joan. I guess your situation made him forget about the appointment." At Jen's question, Joan pauses, tilting her head to listen for something. The smile is replaced with a confused frown, "Hear what?"
Hank Pym	A tiny Hank hangs onto Bo with one hand and his plasma accelerator with the other! "You hadda stop for a sandwich! Wait'll I get you home! You're as bad as Cozette!" They fly around frantically dodging bullets. "Find the window, the window! Over there left! No your other left. Goddamit Bo!" they duck another .38 bullet. One guard grabs a periodical and rolls it up. "Oh no... our greatest weakness!! Being smushed..." Meanwhile in the lab a glowing circle forms in one wall. The circular section falls in and... evil science guys dressed like beekeepers pour in. "Success... who the, subdue her number four! Expeditiously!" the men storm onto their circular section of wall checking for any other occupants and avoiding the cooling molten edges.
Jennifer Walters	"Good to meet you, Joan," says Jen. "I'd shake your hand but.... well...." She shrugs as if to say, what can you do? She shakes her head at Joan's mention of a meeting. "He must have forgot. He didn't mention anything to me when I came over." "Hear that!" Jennifer points in surprise as the wall is melted away and AIM minions pour in. "Quick! Get behind me!" Of course she doesn't realize until later that that won't help Joan in any way whatsoever. She bounds forward, jumping like a tiny flea, aiming for Number Four, who she leaps up and punches right in the thigh.
Joan Wright	"Ok I heard that." Joan comments, turning her head in time to see the circlular part of the hole appear. "OH HELL N-" Eyes narrowing, Joan's right hand forms a bit of a finger gun as she quickly starts circling it to the floor. The circular chunk of wall starts lifting. Hopefully to the more intelligent members of A.I.M. serving as a warning not to go any further. "Back you go." Slinging her finger forward, the chunk of wall flies back into the hole. If it happens to smack anyone before getting there, well that's a bonus. Either way, with the hole plugged up to slow down any others, she scoots back. EEE!
Hank Pym	The circular section flips up as most of the squad jumps off. It does seal off Number One. This will definitely affect his efficiency rating. He screams and tries to hang onto the force bridge. Number Four goes down like Tonya Harding whacked him. One aims a blaster at Joan, "Don't move! Hands up!!" Number Three meanwhile yells, "It's some kinda super mantis... in a wig! I got this!" He brings his heel down on Jen. The other two go running towards the lab tables. Meanwhile, many tiny eyes watch from behind glass.
Jennifer Walters	Jen grunts as the heel comes down to crush her, but she manages to catch it in her hands. If she was her full size these guys wouldn't be a problem but as she is, she can barely keep the heel up. Instead she twists around, quickly rotating the foot to send the Number Three off balance. Once the pressure is off her she follows up with a swift kick to the arch of his foot. She looks up just in time to see a good levelling a blaster at Joan. "Joan! Look out!"
Joan Wright	Well, with that hole being the only thing she could 'fix' Joan is pretty much out of ammo, so to speak. There's a lot of shouting going on at the same time which makes it a bit hard to distinguish anything being directed at her. (Other than her being the more visible of the two persons in the lab.) But Jen's iiiittty biiiiity warning does make its way through to the woman's ears. It must be a pitch thing. Joan looks rapidly around for whatever it is she's supposed to be looking for, all while backing up. Oh- Blaster! Dammit!
Hank Pym	Number Three gets rotated by the mantis in a rug and finds his foot planted in Number Four's behind. They go down. The two men at the lab tables grab at a tablet and laptop left out. The man on Joan does not seem to be ready to shoot her, instead waiting to see wether she will comply. "Stop moving. Put up your hands or I will shoot. Outside, Number One is pushing against the section as the two thieves run back with the tablet and laptop. "We're good, let's go! We got a couple USB drives too!" Their efficiency reports would be excellent this marking period! There is series of soft clicks as several glass panes lift up from displays on the walls. The displays are of ant colonies. //Protect the Queens!!!//
Jennifer Walters	Little green Jen hops over to the man with the gun. With a mighty leap, she leaps high enough for her to reach the weapon, and *POW* wallops it so it isn't pointing at Joan anymore. When she reaches the ground she kicks him right in the big toe. "Don't let them get away!"
Joan Wright	Joan's eyes look up to the patched hole where Number one is trying to push out the piece. At the man's request, Joan lifts up her arms. Pointer finger and thumb prominently displayed on her right hand. Joan grimaces, not really liking the situation. All she needs is a dis- As Jen intercepts the weapon, Joan's glance goes to the entrance point. "Back you go." Another flicking motion is made towards towards the entrance point causing for the loosening circular piece to push back into place. No. Exit. She starts to move away from where blaster guy is facing, just in case.
Hank Pym	The gunman hops back in pain sending a bolt over Joan's head. The two men bearing the swag run towards the onetime hole. They fire a few shots behind them to discourage pursuit and then they begin screaming. Bullet ants are aptly named. Their stings feel like being hit with a bullet. The men shriek in agony though the veritable carpet on the floor ignores the women.
Jennifer Walters	Well, it looks like the ants have those two covered (so to speak). She rushes forward as the guy hops back and punches him right in the ankle to make him go down. "Stay down if you know what's good for you," she tells him in a tiny voice. She hops on over to one of the ones still standing and /not/ covered in ants, and takes one giant leap and punches him right in the groin. That's gonna hurt for a while.
Joan Wright	With the blaster holding goon taken care of by Jennifer, Joan uses the newfound moments to turn her head towards the source of the screaming. It starts to register that Jen is not the only tiny ally in the lab. Her eyes glance down, looking to the nice circular gap allowing for her to stand. She lifts a foot, slowly moving it over to see a gap in the floor present itself as she does so. Ok good... She's not going to accidentally step on these...
Hank Pym	This is the point where the circular section of wall falls in, landing on two of the goons. Number One returns... held by the scruff of his suit, held by a very large and very angry Hank. Baudelaire rides on his shoulder, middle legs holding the plasma accelerator. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE... AND WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO WITH /THIS/?!" He climbs through holding a tripod mounted cutting laser like a handgun. Then he gets a little cross-eyed as though listening to many tiny voices at once. "Stop! Only humans speak! Great flipping GHU!"
Jennifer Walters	The cavalry is here! Yay! She can stop bouncing around like an angry gamma-irradiated cricket and let Hank take over. Only thing is that she's now surrounded by dog sized bullet ants who are, thankfully, ignoring her. "Hi Hank!" she calls out to him in a chipper voice. "AIM decided to raid your lab so we stopped them!"
Joan Wright	Joan looks over to Flea-Hulk as she gives an explanation. "More them. I just kept closing the entrance they cut out-" She pauses, looking over to the opening once more, flicking her hands to put the piece back in place. She looks around to the downed AIM agents and the sea of ants before reaching into one of her pockets to pull out a phone while the other hand points in the direction of the pair that got downed by ants first. "I think they grabbed some stuff."
Hank Pym	Hank Pym points and the ants exit the room, crawling back onto their colonies. Hank sets Baudelaire down and relieves him of the plasma accelerator. He nods at the laser, "I'm keeping that for Rod to play with. Everyone okay? Sheesh. Sorry guys. I mean -good job!" He starts going through the AIM agents' pockets and loot bags. "Uhmmm... I'm not leaving my stuff in police custody." Damned straight. Some of those USB drives... then there's the scientific stuff on them!
Jennifer Walters	"Do I even want to know what's on those thumb drives?" asks Jen. "In all seriousness, though. Do you have what you need? As fun as this is," she says patting the head of a passing ant, "I think I'd like to be normal size now."