Primo stood outside a prison, leaning on the car, with his ankles crossed. He looked at the grinning man, walking out of prison with a smile hanging on his face as he waved towards the guards. He walked over, looking at Primo wearing a nice suit with black pants. White shirt with a single fold of sleeve. A grey tie with black, dark silver, and light silver in a pattern. He wore a grey vest with four black buttons and a sleeveless black jacket.

Scott laughed, "man, did you free me? Thank you so much!!"

Primo opened the door, sitting down, opening the door for Scott Lang, "get in."

Scott blinked at him, "no man...I'm good, thanks."

Primo glanced towards him, "just get in, man. I'll explain on the way. Hurry."

Scott looked at him, "and why would I listen to you?"

Primo sighed, looking towards him, "from what I know. Your wife has asked the lawyers to write up the divorce papers. She told you about it, right? You might be out of jail, but don't do this, and you go back right in, and the little chance that you might be able to make this right with your wife? Get your family back? Guess where does it go?"

Scott shook his head left and right, "in the drain? In the drain? Or maybe the flush? Nah, I like the drain. Yeah, let's go with the drain."

Primo pointed at the seat, "then get in before you flush everything."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," He sat inside, keeping the bag on the legs, before looking at the space in the back, "should I? I should put it in the bag, right? I am going to put it in the back."

He leaned back, putting the bag in the back, struggling, making Primo pause and close his eyes.

Once Scott sat back down, did Primo let out a breath, "be quiet and do more listening. Ok?"

Scott touched the seats, "yeah, I'll be quiet." He leaned back on the chair, "this is so comfy, is this custom made?"

"Do you want your family back?"

"Huh? Um...yeah...I know. Shut up, listen," He made the gesture of zipping his mouth.

Primo started the car, driving, "so, you know that with another Reality in the mix. Everything has gone quiet, even though everything was in chaos a few months ago?"

Scott nodded, with a zipped mouth, and that was enough for Primo, "so, the thing is, that it's not like everything has been taken care of. But all parties involved are staying quiet, looking at new options, new opportunities. Even SHIELD and SWORD."

He glanced towards Scott, "I work with SHIELD. Basically a liaison for all the Superheroes and their teams."

"Sorry, but I am no superhero. What I did was just stupid," Scott clarified himself.

Primo shrugged his head, nodding, "I know. It was stupid; there were other ways to deal with that. And there was no need for the car."

"Haha, I thought it was a nice touch," Scott laughed, making Primo smile.

"I guess it was. But not the point," Primo whispered, glancing towards him, "the point is that we have been watching you. I have been watching you."

"Ok, a little bit creepy, but that's fine. Not that I am not offended, why?" Scott curiously looked at him.

Primo glanced towards him, with a hesitant look in his eyes, "you'll understand."

Even though Scott talked all the way, he didn't mind that. On the other Earth, Johnny was getting this noisy as well.

In ways, the two of them were good company. While Primo talked with Scott, hearing all about his few days of jail experience, he drove towards the house of someone he knew.

It was long, long ago, that he helped them, visited them, yearly, asked for a favor or two. Even did a favor or two. Something like family friends.

But then, it wasn't like they didn't have problems, this he knew about. This problem was happening right now, which shouldn't be happening.

He drove, finally stopping in front of a residence, "this is the Pym Residence. Come on, there is someone who wants to meet you."

He got out of the car, walking towards the gate when Scott wanted to say something.

But Primo just turned around, putting his finger on the lip, raising his eyebrow to look at Scott.

Scott nodded, shaking his head, putting his finger on his lip, zipping it.

Primo rang the bell, waiting for a few minutes when the door opened, and a beautiful woman peeked out of it.

He looked at him for a minute as if not expecting that he would be here, and a happy grin appeared on her face as she jumped on him, "Uncle Primo!!!!!!!"

Primo stroked her back, smiling, "how many times have I told you. Do not...call me...uncle."

Hope giggled, putting her palm on his cheek, kissing the other one, "yeah, I know. You don't look a day older than since we first met, and here I am...getting older day by day."

Primo softly gazed at her, "Hey, you look every more beautiful since I last saw you. You are not getting older; you are just becoming more beautiful."

"All right, stop flirting with my daughter and get in. You are her uncle, for god's sake," Hank walked over, glancing towards Scott, calling them in.

"Daddd!" Hope whined in embarrassment when Primo walked in with his hand on her back.

He waved towards Scott, telling him to follow as he smiled, "that wasn't flirting. I was telling the truth, and so that wasn't a compliment, but a fact. Since it was a compliment, there wasn't any flirting, right, Hope?"

Hope glanced at him, chuckling, "yes, Dad. It was a fact, not a compliment, so Uncle wasn't flirting."

Hank glanced back at him, sitting down on the chair putting his elbow on the chair, "how old are you again? 50? 60?"

Primo rolled his eyes, "try about 20,000."

"What? You are 20,000 years old?!" Scott jumped up, looking at him, scrutinizing him, "how do you take care of the skin?"

Primo sat down, leaning on the chair, gesturing to Scott to sit down, "you seriously didn't just believe me? Right?"

Hope sat down near him, leaning on the table, with a pressed smile on her lips, "mmm, not his fault. The next sentence was his fault, but not the believing part."

"Everyone has been jumpy since there was another Earth in the sky," Hank leaned back, frowning, "they will believe everything."

Scott nodded, "thank you. Not to break up your reunion, why am I here?"

Hank tightened his jaw, letting out a breath, looking away, when a beautiful middle-aged woman with golden hair and brown root walked in. She put her hand on Hank's shoulder, "come on, don't be like that. Talk nicely; we need his help."

She looked up at Scott, "hello, Scott. We meet again."

"Again? Wait, I have never met you, any of you. You are talking to the wrong person." Scott stood up when Janet kindly smiled.

"Yes, you haven't. You see, I was trapped in the Quantum Realm for some time."

"Quantum Realm?" Scott widened his eyes, raising his eyebrows, pulling his neck back, "how do you get stuck in Quantum Realm."

Janet gave him a look, and he shut up as she continued talking, "it was in 1987 that I got trapped, and in 1991. Primo came along to help my husband build a machine that allowed me to come back home. Now, when we were coming back, a complication happened. I saw a different possibility. One in which you would come and save me."

"I? I come saw you?" Scott raised his eyebrow, "how?"

"Well, you do. A few years from now, maybe five or six years. Well, we kept an eye out for you to see what you'd do with your life," She hesitated, "I want to say that in some ways, we got you out of prison to repay a favor. I know it doesn't make sense since it never happened. But for me, who was trapped. It mattered. But, we need your help."

"I am just an engineer; how can I help?"

"You need to wear a suit and steal something for us. This is a mission from SHIELD; there will be no repercussions."

Scott wasn't sure, when Primo spoke, "big pay, and even a higher paying job, with job security."

"Deal." Scott said, shrugging, "bring out the suit."

Hank covered his face, "oh, boy."