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"Well, the danger's passed now. We don't need him any more, so we ask him to leave. Toldja I'm good with firing people speeches." Iron Man twirled around in his swivel chair, bored.

"I'm not sure that's fair, Tony." Captain America countered, frowning. "He's important to Wasp, and—"

"Hey, if he leaves, I'm all for it. He creeps me out." Hawkeye was polishing his bow with a soft-cloth. "Like he's Pym's face, only psycho."

"I am not sure you are correct on this front. He has proven his worth to the team on several occasions during the invasion of Kree and Galactis. Should we really abandon him when his personality does not prove to our liking?" Black Panther looked imploringly through his mask at his teammates.

"Waddaya think, Jade Jaws?" Hawkeye asked, slapping Hulk on the forearm. The Hulk shrugged, casting a dark glare at Tony. "He hurts people, gets smashed."

Miss Marvel sighed. "Okay, yeah, he's kinda crazy and I'm not exactly his biggest fan—and also I really think Hank has to stop acting like someone else—but Jan thinks we can trust him, and he doesn't really bother anyone, so to speak—"

"Nay, but considering his temperament, he may start a battle yet." Thor interrupted. "I say we tell him that he is no longer an Avenger immediately."

"I agree. Let's go talk to him." Iron Man said, crossing his arms in superiority.
"Woah, hold on a minute, Thor." Captain America cautioned. "We don't have all the Avengers' decisions in yet. Vision hasn't given us an opinion and neither has..." he trailed off when he saw Janet standing in the doorway of the assembly hall.

The look in her eyes showed that she had heard every word.

"Wasp—" he started, then stopped. There was nothing he could say to amend the situation. She gave a laugh, though it sounded more like a quiet sob. "I see why no one gave me the memo about the meeting."

"Jan—" Carol started, but she turned on her heel and walked back down the hallway.

Sitting on her bed, she wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees, a position she had not assumed since she was a child. How could none of them see that 'Yellowjacket' was Hank, who they all accepted and called a friend? How could he not see that?

Then again, maybe they were right. Hank was predictable and smart and kind and dependable and...Hank, and Yellowjacket was unpredictable and smart and kind of aggressive and not very dependable and...not Hank; and she could see why the others wanted him off the team.

Hell, she didn't want Yellowjacket on the team.

There was the sound of someone trying to open the door and she opened her eyes. "Go away, Steve." the sound continued and she sat up. "I said go away...Carol?" she guessed again.

There was a sound like a laser and her doorknob disappeared from sight, followed by Yellowjacket nudging the door open with his foot. She raised her eyes. "Oh. Hey, Yellowjacket."

"Finally you're calling me by my proper name." he said. She nodded and turned to face the wall. He frowned. "You're upset."

"No shit, Hank." he sighed at the name but said nothing. She continued. "Everyone thinks you're crazy." now he cracked a grin, acknowledging the possible truth behind the words. "Except you?"

"I'm...not sure."

"So you do think I'm insane." his once easygoing voice now had a hard edge to it. She swallowed instinctively and turned away from his gaze again. "Well, you can't say that you're yourself, Henry Pym." she made a point of the last two words. He twisted his body to face her and half-glare at her. She glared back.

"Henry Pym is dead."

"No, Henry Pym is scared." she shot back. "Why is that?" he was silent for too long. His eyes were cold. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep it from shaking as she cast her eyes downwards. "I see. You can see yourself out."

Mercifully, he obliged, replacing the shrunken doorknob on the way out. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed to sit on the floor, resting her head in her hands as her chest convulsed with tearless, silent sobs.

I lost him.

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"Jan?"

She raised her head, staring at him with dry eyes. "Uh, hi, Cap."

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about the meeting. No one really thought about whether it would cause...tension."

"I know, Cap. Thanks." she whispered, closing her eyes from fatigue. He took one of her hands. "Stay strong, Jan. He's hurting right now, more then he lets on." Wasp nodded, looking a bit unconvinced. "If anyone can get through to him, it's you."

He stood up, motioning to the door. "I should go now. You look tired." he left the room as abruptly as he had entered it.

"If anyone can get through to him, it's you."

She closed her eyes.

A/N-I know I already messaged you, but thanks, Wasp9000, for your kind review. I'm not even a teenager yet, so I'm not always sure my writing is up to snuff with everyone else's. Thanks!Guest #1- Also, thanks for the encouraging review! It means a #2- I hope this chapter exposes a bit of how the other Avengers view Yellowjacket and how they react, as you said, to the two's problems. There will be more details in following chapters.
Next: A slightly funny/wildly inappropriate part coming from Tony, and some yelling.