"I'm not normally...uncheerful. I always have something to say, a joke, something to ease the silence or make my presence less annoying or awkward. I always figured if I could make people laugh, I wouldn't be seen as such a non-essential, which is what I am. I know it, a lot of people know it. You say mention Ant-Man and I can guarantee anyone would say "who? Isn't he a joke?" That's the truth, and I'm not doing this to get recognition. I was given the suit after I had stolen it, and that definitely came with responsibility. I mean, how could I be given the power to do more than I'm currently capable of and not do anything with it? I know I couldn't respect myself if I walked away from a gift like that..."
Scott had a lot of thoughts on his mind as he faced down Doom, blood boiling as his pressure rose until the pounding of his heart was loud in his ears; his veins were hot in his arms, popping out beneath his spandex suit as he clenched his fists. He let out a shaky, angry breath as he got up the courage to charge at Doom, enraged yell crescendoing as he landed a heavy punch to Doom's armored face. The reverberating sound rung in his Scott's ears, canceling out the beat of his heart and sending Doom stumbling backwards.
The cloaked villain stood shakily to his feet and yelled something indiscernible at Scott, who was already advancing yet again to deal another blow to Victor's exposed ribs. There was nothing stopping Scott from finishing him off, from getting the vengeance he so desperately wanted, but as he stood over Victor's writhing body, he stopped and knelt beside him. There was fear in his eyes, framed by the metal mask he hid behind. Scott gently placed his hand flat on the front of the mask, cold metal crushing easily beneath his grasp. Doom grunted and protested, but Scott didn't listen. He calmly lifted the mask from Doom's face, revealing a bloody and bruised man; not a villain, not a monster. A man. Blue eyes just like Scott's. He tilted his head and took a moment to appreciate the fear, the shaky trembling of his lips, the uncomfortably disturbed expression that gave Scott a morbid sense of accomplishment. (Cont.)
FF (2012) #15