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Rohan woke the next day and went downstairs to the lobby for some breakfast. He grabbed some eggs, sausages, and a waffle, before sitting near the window. The hotel was quite busy so the seats filled up quickly. A man and a woman approached his table.

"Excuse me, do you mind if we sit here? All the other tables are full." The woman asked politely.

Rohan was in a good mood today, so he made an effort not to be a jerk. "Go ahead." He nodded towards the empty seats.

As he ate, he casually eavesdropped on the pair's conversation.

"So why are we here again?" The man with dark brown hair questioned as he stuffed his face with an omelet.

The woman rolled her eyes. She had long black hair and dressed more on the formal side unlike her partner.

"Dad and Stark agreed to collaborate on some tech together."

"Oh come on! Why did it have to be today? I finally got visitation rights and I promised to take Cassie to the zoo this weekend!"

"Scott, you can take her to the zoo another week."

As the two continued their discussion, Rohan was burning with curiosity. A collaboration with Stark Industries? These two seemed to be a part of something big.

Rohan has never been good at keeping away from potential inspiration. So he quietly flipped through the pages on their arms. He used his stand to write 'Does not notice Rohan Kishibe' and for precaution, 'Cannot harm Rohan Kishibe'.

"I heard Stark is working on some new suit that requires our nanoscience expertise, and we need his resources for our research into the quantum realm." The woman continued talking quietly so the people at other tables wouldn't be able to hear. But since Rohan was sitting right across from her, her words were crystal clear.

"I know! But why are we here with him? Hate to say it, but I'm not exactly a genius level intellect." The man replied with a drawl.

"Since they're working on microscopic tech, we'll be shrinking to help with putting parts together."

"I'm kind of… uh not sure if Stark will like me being there?... we kind of fought each other the last time we met."

"Dad and Stark talked about it on the phone. He'll tolerate you since you didn't really have anything to do with the situation. You just showed up to fight because of your blind idolization of Captain America."

"Excuse me, Cap's a great guy. I trust his judgment for the greater good." The man quickly defended.

"Hey you have the Wasp suit. Why'd you need me to come along?" The man questioned after a few moments of silence.

"Dad doesn't trust you with the Ant-Man suit without supervision, so we brought you along to babysit." The woman replied immediately.

"What?!"

"Last time you ran off, you got mixed up in the Avengers' little civil war. You damaged property, you broke your parole, you exposed our tech, and you got yourself listed as a potentially dangerous threat."

The newly dubbed Scott had no response to that and sighed. After stabbing his poor hashbrown a dozen times, he suddenly announced, "I should get Cassie a souvenir! She's never been to New York before. What should I get?"

Rohan took this opportunity to nonchalantly read their memories like a morning newspaper. Scott Lang and Hope Van Dyne. Ant-Man and the Wasp.

Stand users attract stand users? Rohan's starting to think they attract superheroes now too.

Shrinking powers, flight, growing powers. Interesting. So these people are working with Stark to create a nanotech Ironman suit? Rohan is starting to feel old. He remembers when he used to have a Walkman. The quantum realm seems like a fascinating concept which he will be taking full advantage of in his manga.

"Hey, we should wake up your old man, breakfast is almost over." Scott said as he got up.

"You go, I'll save this spot."

"Suit yourself."


Hank Pym was getting too old to travel so much. Scott had just knocked on his door waking him up. He hadn't realized how late it was. Damn the time zones. Everything was 3 hours ahead in New York compared to San Francisco.

As he and Scott got out of the elevator to the lobby, he spotted Hope sitting next to a bizarre looking man. He was leaning into her personal space way too much for comfort. The strange thing was that she didn't seem to take any notice of him.

"Who's that beside Hope?" He asked.

"What do you mean? She's by herself. You okay old man? You're not going senile on me now, are you?" Scott playfully mocked.

Was this some sort of prank Scott was playing on him? Well he was not going to play. He decided to just ignore it and pretend nothing was wrong.

"Good morning, Hope." He greeted his daughter as he approached the table.

"I got you a plate before the food ran out."

"Why that's very kind." He sat down and glanced towards the man. Green hair was unusual, but young people nowadays liked to dye their hair.

Hank was trying very hard not to feel uncomfortable with a man so obviously listening into their conversation. Hope and Scott had to have a lot of conviction to be able to keep up the act. They didn't even blink when the man shuffled closer staring intently into their faces.

Once they got up to head towards Stark tower, the man also got up and was following them!

"Okay! Who are you and what do you want!" He demanded aggressively.

"Your old man's finally lost it, Hope."

"Scott!" Hope scolded Scott. She then turned to Hank. "What's wrong dad?"

"What's wrong!? This man has been following us since we were at the hotel and you two act like he isn't even there!"

"There's no one there dad." Hope sounded worried. "Have you been feeling sick lately?"

Okay now he was concerned. Hank turned all his attention to the stalker. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He took out a taser and stormed up to him as menacing as he could.

If he could get close enough, maybe he'll find out what he's done to Hope and Scott. Some sort of hypnosis technology?

"What have you done to them?!" He waved his taser threateningly.

Before he could attack the unknown man, alarms blared from the bank across the street. Gunshots were fired.

When Hank looked back to where the mystery man was, he was gone. The man didn't seem hostile so he'll deal with him later. Right now, there were immediate lives to save.


Despite his vibrant green hair, Rohan slipped into the crowd and watched as the two heros took care of the bank robbers.

Ant-Man shrunk to a miniscule size and jumped around at a surprisingly fast speed. His punches caused greatly condensed forces of impact against the assailants. It was hard to keep track of where he was due to his size. The Wasp buzzed around the heads of the robbers, attacking with energy beams.

Rohan took out his notebook and rigorously started sketching the scene. The constant action had him ripping through each page with a new drawing.

"Don't move."

He was so absorbed in sketching the battle in front of him that he didn't notice as the old man, Hank Pym, grabbed his arm and placed a taser to his back.

"Make any funny moves and I'll take you out."

Rohan could have used Heaven's Door to stop him, but he was too interested in seeing what would happen next. He already read his pages and he wasn't a stand user, so Rohan wasn't too worried. Was he overconfident? Probably. But at least he acknowledged it.

Rohan nodded, then cooperatively put away his notebook and showed his empty hands.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just a tourist."

"What is your name?"

"Rohan Kishibe."

"You're from Japan?"

"Yes."

"Why are you here?"

"I already told you. I'm a tourist. Here for sightseeing and vacationing."

The old man frowned. "Why were you following us?"

"You fellows looked interesting." Rohan replied.

Hank narrowed his eyes, "Why couldn't the two people with me see you?"

"Ah... dunno. Perhaps I have a superpower? I heard it's in style these days." Rohan answered playfully.

"How come I was able to see you?"

Rohan simply shrugged. Any stand user with a brain cell wouldn't explain their abilities to potential enemies.

"Are you an enemy?" Hank Pym interrogated.

"Not at the moment." Rohan smirked.

Irritated, Hank jabbed the taser into his side. "Guess I'll have to knock you out to be safe."

"Ehh? Oi! Seriously, I'm not after you or anything. What have I ever done to harm you? Are you attacking an unarmed man?"

Hank's eyes flickered in conflict. [Heaven's Door] manifested in front of Rohan, ready to defend its user.

The old man finally spoke, "I'll let it go just this once. If I ever see you following us or attempt any harm to us, I won't hesitate to make you regret it, boy."

"Alright. I'll leave you alone." Rohan declared in a defeated tone. Not. I'm still curious about what you and Stark are up to.

The bank fight ended fairly quickly with Ant-Man knocking out the robbers and freeing the hostages. The old man kept stealing glances towards him, while he focused on sketching some hero action.


Scott and Hope returned to the van to take off their suits. Hank was already anxiously waiting for them. They drove towards the old Avengers Tower. After the Avengers moved out, Stark Industries continued their use of it. That was where they were meeting Tony Stark.

"Did you see how I punched that guy in the jaw? He was unconscious in one hit!" Scott exclaimed proudly.

Hope ignored him. "Dad, are you still alright? You were acting bizarre before the robbery. You were saying there was someone we couldn't see?"

Hope took any strange occurrence seriously, as it could be a potential threat. In the back of her mind, she reluctantly considered that her father could be getting old and suffering from dementia.

"We may have encountered a possible problem… I'll explain when we meet up with Stark." Hank ominously warned.