Its mouth foamed, spraying white froth. Ant-Man dodged the acidic substance, and then whirled around to deliver a kick to its armored leg.
Clang!
"Ow!"
Ant-Man hopped several feet away, rubbing his foot. The thing turned, red eyes glowing, ready to attack. Quelling his fear, he chattered into his mouthpiece, summoning ants to buy him some time, but as soon as the ants were on the thing, it sprayed its foul liquid, killing any ant unlucky enough to get in its way.
"No!"
Ant-Man ran forwards, and swung his fist at its ugly face. But it caught his arm and chest in its spray, and they began to burn and melt. He fell to the ground, immobile from the pain. The thing leaned over him, its bubbling maw right over his face. It laughed, a horrible gurgling sound. "Hank…" it whispered, as if ordering its dinner. "Hank. Hank!"
"HANK!"
Ant-Man gasped and sat up.
"Uh, Jan?"
Jan Van Dyne let go of the arm she had been shaking. "Ironman sent me up. Apparently, you were screaming 'Terro, noooo!' in your sleep."
Hank Pym grimaced, looking over at the can of Terro ant poison that was sitting on his bedside table. "Yeah, sorry about that. Hawkeye keeps trying to spray me with it, to see if I'll melt. I guess it made it into my subconscious."
Jan patted his arm. "It's ok." She stood up and walked to the door, grabbing the Terro on her way out. "But I'm taking this with me. Remember, you're not really an ant, Hank."
Hank Pym rolled over, staring out the window, watching a yellowjacket gnaw at the windowpane.
I bet yellowjackets don't have fears like that.
Yellowjacket.
Yellowjacket?
Yes, Yellowjacket….