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“You pulled me from the river. Why?”

“I don’t know.”

What’s going on Lang? Hank’s voice came a bit distantly as Scott watched with narrowed eyes. “I dunno…Looks like someone’s not the only one who’s looking for something. He’s using the computer though…” Was it HYDRA? But that was destroyed wasn’t it? Then again everyone thought it was destroyed back in World war two but then hey, they showed back up again

Scott could just keep going and looking for their papers, granted it would be  lot harder when he was only a few centimeters tall but, he could. However the idea of indirectly helping a nazi wasn’t a good one. So he stayed watching, watching, until he couldn’t watch anymore. He had to do something. And this guy didn’t look very friendly. Kinda screamed I’m going to do something sketchy.  “I’m going in.” he decided, ignoring the protests he heard as he slid out from his papers and made his way closer with a run.

When he jumped up, he enlarged, grabbing hold of the man (or he was assuming it was one from the way the person looked and felt) and moving their force to the ground. And getting a slightly better look of this guy’s get up didn’t exactly ring any good guy bells. All black with a sort of scary muzzle thing. Eyes looked ready to friggin kill him to which wasn’t a good sign either. “Aright pal, what’re you doing here?”