Alan felt helpless inside. If it weren't for the fact that he needed to witness the upcoming plot and ensure the story kept moving forward, he honestly wouldn't have wanted to come.
From Dr. Hank Pym's tone, it was obvious he didn't like Tony.
Tony knew it. Alan knew it too. If it had been the _old_ Tony, he'd probably have responded with the most sarcastic and biting words he could come up with.
But after everything Tony had been through, his mindset had changed completely. He genuinely desired peace now—one of the reasons he shut down the Stark weapons factory.
"All right, let's give each other some trust. You guys _can_ do this."
Alan thought that if he didn't speak up now, the atmosphere was only going to get more awkward.
Scott was in no position to say anything, so Alan had to step in.
Just then, Hope's phone rang.
The moment Darren's name appeared on the screen, everyone fell silent—Alan included.
Some plotlines had already changed. Originally, Darren had come knocking just to mock Dr. Pym.
Logically, this call shouldn't have even happened.
But seeing the increasingly grim look on Hope's face, Alan suddenly realized:
No matter how much the story changes, what must come will still come.
"There's been a development."
Hope's face darkened as she hung up the phone.
She was starting to worry—had Darren already caught wind of their plan?
"What happened?"
Wanda stepped beside her and lightly touched her arm. She could feel Hope's emotional turmoil.
A faint red glow of Chaos Magic began to gather in Wanda's palm—
A spell to calm Hope's nerves. Being overly anxious or worried wouldn't help with the plan.
In fact, it might even lead to the worst-case scenario: screwing everything up.
"Darren's increased security at the lab across the board.
The entrance is fully equipped with sensors, and even the outside of the ventilation shafts…"
Hope took a deep breath.
She couldn't believe Darren had gone _this_ far off the deep end.
"He tampered with everything?" Tony frowned.
He'd only exchanged a few polite nods with Darren at some high-society events before.
"Yeah… he installed micro-mesh filters."
The moment she said it, Hank Pym's face darkened even more.
It was obvious—Darren was preparing _specifically_ to keep him out.
Otherwise, why would he go through all this trouble?
Tony let out a surprised whistle.
"Well, looks like your plan's going to need a serious rewrite."
"No—it should be _stopped_!
If Darren finds out, he'll _definitely_ try to kill you, Dad!"
Now that Hope fully understood the real reason behind her mother Janet's death,
She couldn't bear the thought of something happening to Hank too.
Especially when it was something that _could_ be prevented.
Scott's eyes widened as he looked around the room, scanning every face.
Was the plan really going to be called off now?
"Besides us, the person Darren trusts most is _you_, Hope.
He hasn't put up any defenses against you. That means our plan can still move forward."
Hank Pym couldn't agree to halting the operation.
Tony had already passed on the intel: Michelle had poured a huge investment into Darren's company.
The motive was clear—he wanted to overthrow the current order.
Hank Pym knew Michelle all too well. If that tech landed in _his_ hands…
It wouldn't be the powerful who suffered—it would be the ordinary people,
Regardless of what country they were from, they'd be dragged into war.
"But he installed biometric scanners at every possible entry point!
Isn't that basically sending Scott in there to _die_?!"
Hope shot back furiously.
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