When it came down to it, Dr. Pym was a wily old fellow.
Under Scott's expectant gaze, he simply put his phone away and nodded calmly. "Okay, just wait. We'll get a reply in a week at the latest."
Scott made the sign of the cross in thanks.
Dr. Pym said impatiently, "Aren't you going to train? You actually lost to an ant this time, and were even captured alive. Are you still so proud of yourself?"
Scott was dumbfounded. "Didn't you say that it was a robot ant?"
Dr. Pym snorted. "Just because it's a robot, it's no longer an ant? It was a robot, so of course you would lose? Then why didn't you just admit defeat when you went up against that Patriot or whatever?"
Depressed, Scott left. He couldn't reason with the old man.
Besides, there was Hope. Letting this cheap father-in-law scold him wasn't a big deal! Scott perked up as he left.
