Poetato Dameron
Marvel Knights:The Ant in The Spiders Web
New York, Downtown Queens
Scott Lang abruptly wakes up from an unconscious state,sweating and itching under his baking metal helmet with an excruciating ringing sound in his ears.
His eyes open to a world of red,this time thankfully not due to a bloodied and bruised face but his red tinted eyepieces.
Head still buzzing Scott tries to activate his helmets natural colour vision using his HUD's voice command but all he gets in response is a brief natural colour view of his surroundings before he is distracted by something else entirely.
Equally curious and confused a couple of metres in front of him a red and dark blue lycra wearing being rises up into view with dilating bold white cartoon eyes lined in jet black just before the virtual HUD fizzles an glitches away to nothing.
"Blooming Hank and his flipping design aesthetics." Lang mutters to himself.
Still delirious from having blacked out after what he believes must have been a hit to the head having caused that deep crater in his helmets left side and possibly in his hollow skull as Hope and Hank liked to think Lang gulps down his anxiety and is taken aback by the situation.
He had a hunch this creepy looking being was about to either kill him or even worse rob him of his precious cargo that he had sacrificed so,so much to get.
Fatigued and kind of frightened he then stretches his left arm with haste towards his suits neck ring to remove his helmet by the touch of a button.
However it seems Lang is out of luck as the situation worsens yet again.
As halfway during the process he comes to the attention that he cant physically move his arm up to his head any further seeing as both of his arms not to mention his legs are all bound down by an incredibly strong white and sticky tendon like substance.
"Ewww.Ewww,ewww What is this???" Lang cries to himself, trying to diffuse the tension within him with little dose of harmless humour in his tone as usual.
Though Lang was relieved about one thing.
To still feel the weight of his precious cargo on his belt which he had reluctantly and precariously stolen from Oscorp having potentially ruined his reputation as a hero even more.
The canister hanging on his belt was no bigger than a can of CapCola but thinking of that only made Lang thirsty and wondering how long he had been here.
Meanwhile the elusive figure draws even closer.
In response Lang begins to squirm rigorously like a daft fish stuck on dry land, desperately attempting to free himself from the confines of this wall mounted web-like structure whilst panting with equal amounts of embarrassment and nervous humour.
The micro man is tormented even more in this sticky circumstance by realising he was hanging upside down as his eyes widen in shock and he begins to breathe heavily.
Using what little time he has Lang searches through his brain bank.
With the last thing he could remember before he blacked out and ended up in this situation being.......... the feeling........... that........ he...... was .......being ......STALKED through the night by a mysterious shadow. Although he had shrugged off most of these feelings as just paranoia whilst darting around in and out of micro to regular form through the maze of Queens's streets and he was wrong.
Lang shakes his head in frustration at his fragmented memory.
Getting back in the zone
taking little to no time at all he tries to activate using his helmets voice command again his left and right fusion wrist cutters.
Laser rimmed circular saws that pop out of his wrist gauntlets often used for cutting through locks,walls mechanics and what have you.
However there is no luck as usual as Langs helmet computer seems to be damaged beyond use, with absolutely no sign of juice.
Lang then resorts to one last strategy he has in mind at least for now as the being moves ever closer ,this time way too close for comfort.
He might....just might be able to resist the sticky tension of the web long enough to reach his belt and activate the Pym particle processor on it , to either minimise or maximise himself in a swift jolt to tear himself away.
So he begins to try with all his micro might to stretch both his right and left arms to his belt button.
Though agonisingly yet again he is.... out of reach this time by a couple of inches as his fingers just manage to rub then slip against the metal rim of the big red belt button before his arms are flung like stretched elastic relived of its tension back into place on the web.
This is immediately followed by his whole head and body jolting back an wobbling like jelly caused by the rebound of kinetic energy vibrating throughout the web.
The strange sensation then triggerers another memory out of the blue in Lang, a brutal force like an accelerated martial art jump kick to the side of his head followed by a net like structure coming at him ridiculous fast having startled him before he....he......................................................................cant remember.
So all Lang has left to do for now is stay stuck and just pray this guy doesn't kill or rob him until he can either try to find another way out or bargain with him if he can try and work out who this is and what they want.
10 seconds pass,
Now as Lang thinks hastily to himself, if his masters in electrical engineering had taught him anything to help him suss out who this dude was, its that those big ass eyes were by no means real unless either he or the being was on something.....but more likely they were acute highly sensitive optical enhancing mechanics courtesy of Stark industries.
Which lead him to swiftly to his answer, Tony Starks former child protege and his old comrade.
Lang comes to a profound and somewhat delayed realisation.
"Spider-Man!!!" yells Lang
Hhe...hey whats up old buddy old pal Lang nervously calls out.
But he gets no response as the the solemn and serious looking web caster detaches upside down from his web rope and descends to the ground in a front flip.
The spider then approaches him in a slow stride of anger on foot.
Rest in Piece Stan Lee. I will miss you so,so much that words cant describe.:( Im sure you're in a great place now and with you're beloved wife somewhere in the multiverse.:) You were a huge inspiration to not just myself but millions. A true creative GENIUS like the great Steve Dikto who also sadly passed away earlier this year. The joy,the wit,the kindness and the humor you brought to your work and others along with your amazing cameos, amazing imagination and the endless amount of epic stories you told and created will be so sorely missed. :( ;)
(A custom Stan Lee figure can be seen in the bottom left of the build delivering Pizza to Spiderman and Ant-Man).
Marvel Knights:The Ant in The Spiders Web
New York, Downtown Queens
Scott Lang abruptly wakes up from an unconscious state,sweating and itching under his baking metal helmet with an excruciating ringing sound in his ears.
His eyes open to a world of red,this time thankfully not due to a bloodied and bruised face but his red tinted eyepieces.
Head still buzzing Scott tries to activate his helmets natural colour vision using his HUD's voice command but all he gets in response is a brief natural colour view of his surroundings before he is distracted by something else entirely.
Equally curious and confused a couple of metres in front of him a red and dark blue lycra wearing being rises up into view with dilating bold white cartoon eyes lined in jet black just before the virtual HUD fizzles an glitches away to nothing.
"Blooming Hank and his flipping design aesthetics." Lang mutters to himself.
Still delirious from having blacked out after what he believes must have been a hit to the head having caused that deep crater in his helmets left side and possibly in his hollow skull as Hope and Hank liked to think Lang gulps down his anxiety and is taken aback by the situation.
He had a hunch this creepy looking being was about to either kill him or even worse rob him of his precious cargo that he had sacrificed so,so much to get.
Fatigued and kind of frightened he then stretches his left arm with haste towards his suits neck ring to remove his helmet by the touch of a button.
However it seems Lang is out of luck as the situation worsens yet again.
As halfway during the process he comes to the attention that he cant physically move his arm up to his head any further seeing as both of his arms not to mention his legs are all bound down by an incredibly strong white and sticky tendon like substance.
"Ewww.Ewww,ewww What is this???" Lang cries to himself, trying to diffuse the tension within him with little dose of harmless humour in his tone as usual.
Though Lang was relieved about one thing.
To still feel the weight of his precious cargo on his belt which he had reluctantly and precariously stolen from Oscorp having potentially ruined his reputation as a hero even more.
The canister hanging on his belt was no bigger than a can of CapCola but thinking of that only made Lang thirsty and wondering how long he had been here.
Meanwhile the elusive figure draws even closer.
In response Lang begins to squirm rigorously like a daft fish stuck on dry land, desperately attempting to free himself from the confines of this wall mounted web-like structure whilst panting with equal amounts of embarrassment and nervous humour.
The micro man is tormented even more in this sticky circumstance by realising he was hanging upside down as his eyes widen in shock and he begins to breathe heavily.
Using what little time he has Lang searches through his brain bank.
With the last thing he could remember before he blacked out and ended up in this situation being.......... the feeling........... that........ he...... was .......being ......STALKED through the night by a mysterious shadow. Although he had shrugged off most of these feelings as just paranoia whilst darting around in and out of micro to regular form through the maze of Queens's streets and he was wrong.
Lang shakes his head in frustration at his fragmented memory.
Getting back in the zone
taking little to no time at all he tries to activate using his helmets voice command again his left and right fusion wrist cutters.
Laser rimmed circular saws that pop out of his wrist gauntlets often used for cutting through locks,walls mechanics and what have you.
However there is no luck as usual as Langs helmet computer seems to be damaged beyond use, with absolutely no sign of juice.
Lang then resorts to one last strategy he has in mind at least for now as the being moves ever closer ,this time way too close for comfort.
He might....just might be able to resist the sticky tension of the web long enough to reach his belt and activate the Pym particle processor on it , to either minimise or maximise himself in a swift jolt to tear himself away.
So he begins to try with all his micro might to stretch both his right and left arms to his belt button.
Though agonisingly yet again he is.... out of reach this time by a couple of inches as his fingers just manage to rub then slip against the metal rim of the big red belt button before his arms are flung like stretched elastic relived of its tension back into place on the web.
This is immediately followed by his whole head and body jolting back an wobbling like jelly caused by the rebound of kinetic energy vibrating throughout the web.
The strange sensation then triggerers another memory out of the blue in Lang, a brutal force like an accelerated martial art jump kick to the side of his head followed by a net like structure coming at him ridiculous fast having startled him before he....he......................................................................cant remember.
So all Lang has left to do for now is stay stuck and just pray this guy doesn't kill or rob him until he can either try to find another way out or bargain with him if he can try and work out who this is and what they want.
10 seconds pass,
Now as Lang thinks hastily to himself, if his masters in electrical engineering had taught him anything to help him suss out who this dude was, its that those big ass eyes were by no means real unless either he or the being was on something.....but more likely they were acute highly sensitive optical enhancing mechanics courtesy of Stark industries.
Which lead him to swiftly to his answer, Tony Starks former child protege and his old comrade.
Lang comes to a profound and somewhat delayed realisation.
"Spider-Man!!!" yells Lang
Hhe...hey whats up old buddy old pal Lang nervously calls out.
But he gets no response as the the solemn and serious looking web caster detaches upside down from his web rope and descends to the ground in a front flip.
The spider then approaches him in a slow stride of anger on foot.
Rest in Piece Stan Lee. I will miss you so,so much that words cant describe.:( Im sure you're in a great place now and with you're beloved wife somewhere in the multiverse.:) You were a huge inspiration to not just myself but millions. A true creative GENIUS like the great Steve Dikto who also sadly passed away earlier this year. The joy,the wit,the kindness and the humor you brought to your work and others along with your amazing cameos, amazing imagination and the endless amount of epic stories you told and created will be so sorely missed. :( ;)
(A custom Stan Lee figure can be seen in the bottom left of the build delivering Pizza to Spiderman and Ant-Man).