Chapter 001
[Scott Lang]
The Quantum Realm was a bittersweet phenomenon, he supposed. Something that surrounded you every second of the day, yet only accessible to few. He wished he did not have access to this horrible place that disguised itself in bright colors and mystery.
Time wasn't a thing in the Quantum Realm either. Scott didn't quite know what went wrong on the 'surface' world. He knew that some of the world's greatest minds were working on getting him out. He hoped Hope was alright. Cassie. God he wished he could hold his little girl one last time before his mind dissolved into nothingness. And Janet. Poor Janet who had just gotten her life back after 3 decades in this place. He didn't know if he could do that. He wasn't as strong as her. Or Ava. Man, there were so many strong people in his life that he didn't know how he was even worth more than a rusty penny to any of them.
Being left down here gave him a lot of time to think. Lots of time to think about actions of consequences. Mostly helping out 'Cap' and then the Raft and then losing Hope. And Hank. Just when he thought his life might just be turning around for the better, Hawkeye shows up to his door and tells him Steve Rogers needs his help. It was almost an exact parallel to his time in prison and the VistaCorp incident, it was funny.
But not really. Because all he had in his funky little ordeal was himself, a canister full of particles that would never reach the person it was meant to heal, and his decomposing brain.
He wondered what it would feel like to talk and eat again.
He had attempted keeping track of time once, too. Keyword being 'attempted.' For some godforsaken reason, nothing was the same up there as it was down here. He got to 367 seconds before he gave up. Between six minutes and infinity. The amount of time passed was somewhere between six minutes and infinity.
Scott dreamt.
Scott drifted.