Kang leans in. His voice is soft. Terrifyingly soft.

The frame is split. Above: a sliver of the San Francisco apartment, bathed in warm, dishonest sunlight. Below: the Quantum Realm, a bruise of violet and gold, throbbing like a dying star.

Scott looks at Cassie. Not as a child. As an equal. As a scientist. As a hero.

I’m not caging you. I’m forgetting you.

And a whisper, from no mouth:

MODOK’s eyes go black. He lunges.

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