Scott was completely dumbfounded. Just a second ago, he had been convinced that Gwen couldn't possibly control the ants as effortlessly as Dr. Hank Pym and the others did.
But in the very next moment, Gwen shattered his stubborn belief—controlling ants wasn't necessarily something that required years of accumulated experience.
"Gwen, how did you do that?!" Scott couldn't help but ask for advice. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't control the ants properly.
Gwen removed the communicator from behind her ear and glanced at Alan, silently asking whether she should reveal the trick to Scott.
Seeing Alan nod in approval, Gwen finally spoke, offering a simple explanation: "Focus, Scott. Your mind is too cluttered, too restless—you need to calm down."
Hope suddenly realized the truth. She had always been frustrated whenever Scott failed repeatedly to control the ants.
But she had completely overlooked the most crucial factor—Scott had never truly been at peace. If Gwen hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have realized that Scott's issue stemmed from his lack of mental clarity.
So, she quickly added, "That's right, Scott. You just need to focus. For your daughter, Cassie—try again."
In Hope's opinion, the only thing that could help Scott concentrate was his family. Nothing else would work.
Alan followed up, reinforcing the idea: "Scott, clear your mind of distractions."
Scott stared at the communicator in his palm, deep in thought. He committed their words to memory—perhaps that really was his problem.
Clutching the communicator tightly, he nodded at Alan and the others. "Alright, I'll try again."
Putting the device back on, Scott focused intently on the sugar cube sitting on the table. This time, he was determined—he could do this.
Taking a deep breath, he locked his gaze on the sugar cube, clearing his mind of everything else.
From beneath the table, the ants began to crawl up as if sensing Scott's thoughts.
One ant. Two ants… A small group formed in front of the sugar cube, lifted it together, and tossed it into the steaming cup of coffee.
Alan smirked—Scott had finally done it!
"Fantastic, Scott! You're starting to get the hang of controlling them!" Hope beamed, her eyes filled with excitement.
From now on, mastering ant control was Scott's top priority. The ants would be his perfect partners.
Following his commands and responding to his mental cues would be crucial in the upcoming mission to steal the Wasp Suit.
Scott stared in disbelief at the ants on the table. He could feel it now—he was beginning to understand how to control them.
Overjoyed, he immediately tried again, instructing the ants to perform a different task. He needed to prove that he could truly command them using brain waves.
Scanning the room for something useful, his eyes landed on a rose.
He directed the ants toward it, and sure enough, they picked up the flower and brought it to him.
"Thank you, Hope. You've taught me so much during this time," Scott said sincerely.
Alan raised an eyebrow—so, the sparks between these two were finally starting to fly.
Unfortunately, he had to interrupt their little moment.
"Before we steal the Wasp Suit, there's something else you need to retrieve first," Alan said, exchanging a glance with Dr. Hank Pym.
This was part of the plan they had previously discussed.
"Huh?" Scott was confused. He thought the mission was just about the Wasp Suit and destroying the data.
"You've got to be kidding me—there's something else I need to steal?"
"It's something very important," Hank Pym said, pulling out a blueprint from behind him and spreading it out on the table.
Without it, their next step would be almost impossible to complete.
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