Avenger Origins: Ant-Man

by tpt player 5701

In "Avengers Plan B," Scott Lang was introduced as a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent and member of Avengers Team B. In the events of "Team B to the Rescue," Scott suffered a devastating injury and received a new suit. But how did he become Ant-Man in the first place? Before saving the world, an ex-con is driven to the brink, forced to choose between his daughter's life and his own freedom.

1. Prologue

AN: Thanks to all those who went back and read, reviewed, and favorite my previous stories while I was busy writing this one. This story is entirely written, so there shouldn't be any breaks in publishing. If you've read my last story, "Post-Coma Coulson," most of this should look familiar from the preview at the end of the last chapter. Including prologue and epilogue, it is 31 chapters long, my longest yet. The epilogue includes a preview for my next story in the "Avenger Origins" series,which will include at least two more stories beyond this one, and possibly one or two more..

If you haven't read my previous stories, I would encourage you to do so, though this story doesn't really rely on any of them since it is a prequel, concluding about six months before Iron Man. However, there are a few references in "Avengers Plan B" and "Team B to the Rescue" to the events in this story. Reading them first is not necessary to understanding this story.

I hope you enjoy Scott Lang's story!

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"Lang, sign here."

"Gee, thanks," Scott Lang responded, grabbing the extended clipboard from the prison warden. He quickly read over the forms and signed his name on the line at the bottom of the page. Once he had handed the clipboard back, the warden pulled a clear plastic bag out of a crate on the floor and dropped it on the counter in front of him. Scott looked at the bag. "So who do I have to thank for the wonderful accommodations?" he asked sarcastically.

"Just take your stuff and go, Lang," the warden growled dismissively, turning back to his computer.

Scott grabbed his bag, turned on his heel, and stalked down the corridor to the left to find the changing room where released prisoners could clean up before leaving the prison. He gave a cursory glance around the changing room before pulling a stall open, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. He violently pulled off his prison uniform and exchanged it with the jeans and red-and-black T-shirt he had been wearing four years earlier when he arrived at Seagate Penitentiary. He tossed the orange jumpsuit into the corner of the stall, stuffed his few personal effects into his pocket, and threw the plastic bag into the corner on top of the jumpsuit. Head held high in defiance, he strode out of the changing room without a backward glance, leaving the jumpsuit and bag behind as a final act of rebellion, and headed for the prison exit. As he reached the door, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slid them on the bridge of his nose. "Well," he muttered to himself, pushing the door open and walking out into the bright Georgia sunshine, "I guess I gotta get busy living."