"Doc, I seriously don't know what we're trying to do here." Scott Lang, a.k.a. Ant-Man, recent escapee of The Raft, and current member of Steve Rogers' Secret Avengers had been rubbing his temples in frustration, trying to comprehend a single word said by one Dr. Stephen Strange, former neurosurgeon, now Sorcerer Supreme, who, at the moment was very displeased with Scott's lack of focus.

"For the sixteenth time, Mr. Lang-"

"Fifteenth. That one time with the off-hand comment doesn't actually count."

Stephen Strange let out an exasperated sigh. "Mr. Lang, the process to unlocking your memory of your experience of the Quantum Realm relies heavily on your ability to clear your mind, and focus on meditating upon the hidden aspects of your subconscious."

"Okay. Gotcha. Subconscious. Right." Scott gave him a two-thumbs up, adjusting his posture, seated on the floor of Strange's meditation room. At the sorcerer's signal, he closes his eyes, the scent of relaxing incense filling the room. Scott takes a deep breath, attempting to clear his mind-

But the heavy scent of burning lavender incense only suffocates him, causing Scott to cough up instead. "Blegh. Do we really have to do this, Doc? With the whole incense shebang? Can't you extract the idea from my head Inception-like?"

"Scott, I'm not sure you want me to penetrate your mind."

"I can take penetration." Walked right into that one, Strange. Scott smirked at the curmudgeonly sorcerer, who had narrowed his eyes, glaring at him. Realizing that the ex-con's mischievous smirk would be going nowhere, Strange averts his eyes and clears his throat.

"Be that as it may, these memories may be entangled in a quantum state, between existence and non-existence."

"So, it's like, Schrödinger's memory, you're saying-don't look at me like that, Doc. I have a masters in Electrical Engineering. You're not the only braniac in the room."

"I didn't say anything." Strange quirks a brow, arms crossed.

"But you were thinking it."

"..." Strange continues to stare him down.

"Anyway, so you're saying that I may or may not possess these memories simultaneously at all- how is that possible?"

"This is much of a supposition, as I don't claim to be an expert on the workings of your Ant-Man suit, nor the Pym Particles that power it-"

"-Hank Pym would be furious if you did, by the way. He's kept that formula a secret for more than forty years now."

"-but considering that shrinking down to a subatomic realm where the fabric of reality itself has been reduced to its most basic unit, the strings that govern the behavior of each particle..." Strange continues, blatantly ignoring Scott's offhand comments, as he had learned to in the past week he had been spending training with the man. "... your very existence in that Quantum Realm may have affected the way these strings move. If each string produced a certain note when plucked a certain way, your presence in there caused some strings to play a different tune, perhaps."

"So why can't I remember?"

"There are several possibilities. One is that your existence in the Quantum Realm had opened your mind unwittingly to every possibility of that instance, like seeing different strains of dimensions, of possible realities that could have happened and/or are happening, causing your brain to suppress these unneeded information as a defense mechanism."

"So you're saying my brain couldn't handle it?"

"That is a crude way of saying it, Scott. I don't think any normal human mind can handle the immensity of the infinite possible realities simultaneously."

"Not even you?" Scott raises a brow, his pale green eyes searching, meeting Strange's in the dark.

Strange pauses, keeping eye contact with Scott.

"Yes, not even me." He replies, admitting this fact. "It might surprise you, but even I, the Sorcerer Supreme, am bound by the constraints of my own humanity."

They remain silent for a while, with neither men saying anything.

"Dinner and a movie." The corner of Scott's lips curved up to a playful smirk as he pierced through the fog of silence between them.

Stephen raises his brow, completely confused at what was going on through the intrepid Ant-Man's head. "Excuse me?"

"Well, if you're going to penetrate my mind, search the deepest, darkest corners of my subconscious, I need to get to know you first, Stephen. I don't want to give you the wrong idea, man." Scott winks.

"Charming." Replies the sorcerer in a disinterested monotone, though Scott was quite certain he saw the mystic's lips curve up ever so slightly.

This was going to be a quite an interesting entanglement, Scott thought.