C331 Job Offer

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After finally figuring out how to grow back to normal size, Scott bent down and found a tiny dead fly on the floor with a small needle running through its entire body.

"Not bad for a test drive. Keep the suit." The same voice spoke over the helmet once again. "I'll be in touch soon."

"No, no. No, thank you." Denied vehemently as he packed the suit up and rushed out of the apartment, surprising his friend with his odd behavior.

But before he could say anything, Scott was already rushing down the stairs and headed to his car, where he would quickly peel out of the area, burning tire marks onto the street on his way out.

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Pym and Peter watched the entire battle with the fly, both shocked by the former criminal's ability to handle the situation.

"Quite a show, isn't it?" Pym said with a small smile. "It seems that my choice for a successor was spot on."

Peter nodded, still a bit in awe of what he had just witnessed. "Yeah, I never thought I'd see something like that. But I don't think he plans on accepting the position..."

Peter and Pym watched a few of the ant cameras, which showed Scott speeding through traffic, driving in their direction.

"Yes, that is a valid concern..." Pym replied, turning to face the young superhero. "But of course, I have a backup plan."

Pym reached across his desk and pressed a button before relaxing back into his chair. "Now we wait."

Peter nodded slowly. "Okay, so how did you set him up to steal the suit?"

Peter knew that Pym masterminded all of this, though he wasn't sure how exactly.

"Well, there's very little that money can't buy. And it also helped that I could shrink myself down and go just about anywhere..." Pym answered with a shrug.

"Well, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I have to ask. Why Scott?" Peter asked curiously.

After all, the man is a criminal.

"I needed someone to take up the mantle of Ant-Man, and I saw something in him that made me believe he was the right person for the job. He may stumble a bit at first, but I have faith that he'll get the hang of it." Pym answered, putting his hopes and expectations on one man.

Pym sighed, knowing that this was a conversation he had been dreading, though he expected to have it with his daughter. "I understand your concerns. Scott has a criminal record, and he's not exactly the most trustworthy person. But I believe in him. I believe that he has the potential to be a great hero if he's given the chance."

Pym chose Scott Lang as his successor because of his skills as a former thief and his willingness to do the right thing.

He was reluctant to let his daughter become the next Ant-Man because he was still grieving over the loss of his wife, who was also a superhero named the Wasp.

Enter Scott Lang, a recently released ex-convict who had a daughter and was struggling to find work.

He has a background in breaking into high-security facilities, which made him a valuable asset for Pym's plan to stop Darren Cross and his Ant-Man copy.

Time would have to tell if Lang can truly prove his worth or not, but Pym seemed to be convinced already.

Overall, Pym chose Scott Lang as his successor because he sees potential in him as both a skilled thief and a hero and believes that he has the character to use the Ant-Man suit for good.

"Okay, sounds good to me." Peter shrugged in agreement, as he was never worried about Scott's criminal record, to begin with. "And if he does well against Cross, I wouldn't mind recruiting him into the Avengers."

After all, Scott needs a job and who would turn down a high-paying position in the world's first and foremost superhero organization?

Peter grinned under his mask at the idea.

"?" Pym wasn't sure how Peter was so easily convinced, but he didn't care.

As long as his plan was in motion, then he was happy.

With that, the two of them watched as Scott parked outside the house, still clutching the bag with the Ant-Man suit inside.

Sneaking back into the house, Scott returned the suit to the broken safe and sighed in relief as he washed his hands of this whole situation.

'I don't know what the hell is going on, but I want no part in it.' He thought as he walked out of the living room and made his way to the front door.

But before he could make his second getaway of the night, flashing red and blue lights could be seen approaching the front of the house.

"This is the NYPD! Put your hands above your head and exit the home immediately! You are under arrest!" One cop spoke over a megaphone.

Knowing that he didn't take anything this time, Scott exited the house and tried to explain himself. "Wait, I didn't steal anything! I was returning something I stole."

Of course, he instantly regretted saying anything, as he inadvertently admitted to stealing.

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Watching the police arrive, Peter wondered whether he should step in or not.

Although Scott shouldn't have reverted back to thieving, he did it in hopes of making enough money to see his daughter again.

Peter could definitely sympathize with his situation.

'F*ck it, I might as well help him out.' Peter shrugged as he portal'd out of the room, unnoticed.

Pym was far too busy watching the monitors with a victorious smirk on his face. After all, his carefully made plan was working perfectly.

And once Scott was in police custody, he could use that as leverage to make him officially become his successor.

'I love it when a plan comes together...'

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Scott stood nervously on the front porch of Hank Pym's house, staring at the police cars in front of him.

As he saw uniformed figures approaching him, Scott's heart sank.

He knew he was about to be arrested and charged with theft and he couldn't bear the thought of it. After all, this could cause him to lose his daughter forever, not to mention the time that he would spend behind bars.

'Does the Universe hate me?' He couldn't help but curse his luck.

Just then, a red-and-blue figure swooped down from the sky and landed between him and the police officers.

"S-Spider-Man?" One of the policemen stuttered in surprise.

"Hey, what's going on guys?" Peter asked the approaching police officers.

"We received a report of a breaking and entering." One of the higher-ranked officers replied. "Once we arrived on scene, the front door was open and this man came walking out."

"I see..." Peter nodded as he turned to Scott, who looked even more depressed than before.

After all, what would his daughter think when his name is plastered all over the news as a thief caught by Spider-Man himself?

"Look..." Peter scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he turned back to the cops. "I need this guy for a separate investigation. Can you guys just leave him to me?"

"?" The officers exchanged looks with one another.

"Of course!" One of the more overzealous officers agreed excitedly. "We'd be happy to help! Do you need anything from us?"

"No." Peter shook his head. "Just return to your normal patrol. Thanks for understanding."

"Umm... can we get a picture?" Another officer hesitantly asked as she pulled out her phone.

"Sure, no problem."

After taking a few selfies with the one and only Spider-Man, they all got back in their cars and drove off, leaving Peter and Scott behind.

And once the police were out of sight, Peter turned to Scott. "Hey, man, you okay?"

Scott stood frozen in front of the house, wondering what the hell Spider-Man could possibly want with him. "Uhh, yeah?"

"Good." Peter nodded with a grin. "Follow me."

Peter walked back into the house and took a seat in the living room.

Of course, Scott followed closely behind, as he had no way of escaping someone like Spider-Man.

"Sorry about the police." Peter said as he leaned back into the couch. "I didn't know Pym's plan, so when they arrived, I came out to help."

"?" Scott looked about as confused as anyone could possibly be in this situation.

"Well, how about I offer you a job?" Peter offered. "I can also assist with your legal troubles. With my help, it should be easy to get joint custody of your daughter."

Scott was taken aback by the offer. He had no idea what was happening and even less of an idea as to why Spider-Man was helping him.

More than anything else, he wondered why Spider-Man knew so much about him, a no named criminal.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked hesitantly. "Do we know each other or something?"

Spider-Man chuckled. "No, but the man who owns that suit you took seems to like you. He thinks you have what it takes to become his successor."

"Successor to who?" Scott asked in confusion.

The more Peter talked, the more questions Scott had for him.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard as a new yet familiar voice filled the room. "Successor to me."

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