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"Oh, my stars and garters…"
Petrified with a present shock, Hank "Beast" McCoy couldn't help but stare with big eyes at the pair of people sitting on his table. A pair of tiny people, to be precise: Wolverine and Sabretooth.
"Not exactly helpful, Hank," Logan deadpanned in his colorful costume.
"Sorry…It's just…I never expected to see the two of you at this size."
"Ain't that reassuring?" Sabretooth whined.
Putting a furry hand to his temple, Beast sat down on his lab chair and faced the two of them. His eyes scrunched. "Apologies, Victor. Apparently, I wasn't being enough of a scientist for your specific taste."
"Ya' big-"
"Hey, hey!" Logan stuck his tiny hands out between his partner and his teammate (who, at his size, had a face the size of a building). "Hank, there's got ta' be a way fer us to get back to normal size, right?"
"That depends, Logan-"
"-And Victor!" The blonde yelled out.
Beast sighed. "Logan and Victor. As I was going to ask, how exactly did you two end up like this? Piotr said he found you in the sewer entrance near Central park."
"Sinister," Logan responded. "Got a tip from a source that he was experimenting somewhere around there with runaways. So I thought I'd check it out."
"And you thought it was a good idea to bring Sa-your boyfriend?" Hank's eyes wandered over to the petite mercenary, suspicious.
"Since when is that a bad idea?" Victor responded, folding his arms over his brown-and-orange suit. "Worked fer him once, so I knew th' area. And I figured It'd be nice to do th' runt a solid."
"Anyway," Logan continued, "We got in, and the first thing he did was spray us with a yellow chemical that went everywhere. An' then we blacked out."
Victor rubbed his head in annoyance. "Really got me out good. Think it's th' stuff that Ant-Man punk uses. What's it called again?"
Beast cleared his throat. "Pym Particles. They're a subatomic molecule that can be manipulated to shrink or grow people and objects. Sinister clearly stole some recently…"
"Then ya' can fix this with some more?" Logan asked, his mask's white eyeholes looking hopeful.
"…I think," Beast got out.
"What'cha mean 'ya think?'" Victor demanded.
"Let's just say that as of this moment, I don't know where Hank Pym is. I'd probably need to contact the Wasp and the current Ant-Man to ascertain his location."
"Which means we're sitting ducks," concluded Logan.
"Unfortunately." Beast locked his blue fingers together. "For the current time, you two would be safer resigned on my desk."
"Aw hell no!" Victor scowled with fury. "I am not sitting here because o' some stupid science crap! If ya want me to feel all mopey an' whatnot, go find some b-level X-Man! Me, I'm-"
If Sabretooth had been paying attention, he might've realized that the book he angrily punched had started to lurch. By the time he was halfway through his tirade, he looked up in horror and could only gape as the red science journal fell onto him. Wolverine shrieked in surprise and Beast's mouth fell open.
"Oh dear!" Hank lifted up the journal as fast as he could, only to be rewarded with a hilarious sight; the weight seemed to have been so great that it ended up flattening Sabretooth to the point of squishing certain parts of his body. His warped face looked up in anger.
"Hate you…McCoy…" he wheezed in pain.
Logan chuckled. "Plain ol' Victor."
A/N: Approaching a bit of an endgame here sooner rather than later. I can promise texting, some emotions, and a good look at their relationship in earnest at the climax of this. If you guys have any suggestions or takes on this, feel free to share!
