COMMISIONING AN ARMOURED SUIT

I had now spent a couple of days in a luxurious hotel room called Newyork Plaza, enjoying the comfort and convenience that came with having an unlimited credit card. The worry about the cost never seemed to cross my mind, as if it were a trivial matter. Such were the perks that accompanied this extraordinary privilege.

But last night, as I lay awake in my plush queen-size bed, consumed by the challenges that awaited me on my quests, a realization struck me. If I wanted to survive in this world of endless possibilities and lurking madness, I needed more than just my wits and determination. I needed protection. And what better way to ensure my safety than with an armored suit?

And who better to make an armored suit in MCU than Hank Pym?

So that is how I found myself before a computer creating an email for Pym technologies.

As I hit the send button on my email, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. Hank Pym was known to be a genius in the field of nanotechnology and had created some of the most advanced suits in the world. If anyone could help me create a suit made of vibranium that could surpass Tony Stark's Iron Man suit, it was him.

However, I couldn't help but wonder if he would even consider taking on such a project. After all, he was a busy man with many other projects on his plate.

As I waited for his response, my mind raced with possibilities. What if he said yes? What kind of suit would he create? Would it be everything I hoped for and more?

But then again, what if he said no? What if he thought my request was foolish or impossible? The thought of rejection made me feel uneasy.

Days turned into weeks, and there was still no response from Hank Pym. My excitement and nervousness turned into frustration and disappointment. Had I put too much faith in one person? Was my dream of having a high-tech vibranium armor suit just that—a dream?

Then, just when I had given up hope, an email appeared one morning.

I hesitated before clicking on the email, unsure of what it might say. Would it be a rejection or an acceptance? My heart raced as I read the words on the screen.

"Dear Mr.Wade,

I apologize for the delay in my response. Your request for a high-tech vibranium armor suit intrigued me, and after careful consideration, I have decided to take on your project.

Please come over so that I can gather more details about your vision and we can discuss further steps.

Sincerely,

Hank Pym"

This email had me feeling like I was flying over the moon. So the next day, feeling both tense and impatient, I headed out to meet Antman. With the appointment, I was easily allowed to enter Pym technologies premises.

As I was usherd into Pyms' laboratory, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The place was a marvel of modern technology, with all sorts of gadgets and gizmos scattered around. And there, in the center of it all, stood Dr. Hank Pym himself.

"Ah, Mr. Wade," he said as he approached me and shook my hand. "I've been expecting you."

I was taken aback by his calm demeanor. After all, I was here to ask him to help me build an armored suit made of the rarest metal in the world.

"I hear you're the best in the business," I said, trying to sound confident.

Dr. Pym smiled. "Well, I don't like to brag, but yes, I am quite good at what I do."

We spent the next few hours discussing my armor design and going over the various materials we would need to make it a reality. It quickly became clear that this was going to be no easy task.

Getting enough vibranium would be a problem.

Dr. Pym noticed the concern on my face and reassured me, "Don't worry, I have some connections that might be able to help us with that.

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Vibranium was a rare and valuable resource, and I knew that obtaining enough of it would be crucial to the success of my armor design.

As we continued our discussion, Dr. Pym's expertise and knowledge became increasingly apparent. He had a deep understanding of the science behind the materials we were working with and was able to offer valuable insights into how we could optimize their properties for my purposes.

"With these, I can make you a suit stronger than the iron man's," he said, pointing at the notes he had scribbled down.

I was taken aback by Dr. Pym's sudden statement. Was he serious? Could he really create a suit that surpassed Iron Man's? I knew that Tony Stark's technology was top-of-the-line, and it seemed impossible to surpass it.

But as I looked at the man, I could see the determination in his eyes. He wasn't one to make empty promises or boast about his abilities. If he said he could do it, then he meant it.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. "Money is not an issue," I said firmly. "I want the best suit possible, one that can withstand almost anything."

Dr. Pym smiled at me, and I could see the excitement in his eyes. "Then let's get started," he said, already pulling out his sketch book and beginning to sketch.

I knew that if the Avengers or SHIELD found out about my new suit, they would want to know everything about it. They would want to test it, analyze it, and possibly even replicate it. But this was something I wanted to keep for myself.

As Dr. Pym continued to sketch out the design, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. This suit was going to be unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.

I imagined myself wearing it, standing tall and confident as I faced off against any villain and rose through the system's ranks. With this suit, I would be unstoppable.

But as much as I wanted to keep this a secret, I knew that eventually SHIELD would find out. And when they did, there was no telling what kind of chaos could ensue.

For now, though, all that mattered was getting the best suit possible. And with Dr. Pym by my side, I knew that was exactly what I was going to get.

A week passed as I received instructions from Airbender Tenzin. I had been so preoccupied with my training that I almost forgot about the suit.

But as the week went on, my anxiety about the Avengers discovering my secret grew stronger. I couldn't help but wonder how they would react to my new abilities and the suit.

I knew that some of them might see it as a threat, while others might be curious or even impressed. But there was no way to predict their reactions, and that uncertainty made me uneasy.

Despite my worries, I continued to focus on my training with Tenzin. He was a skilled airbender who had taught me many valuable techniques over the past few months. With his guidance, I learned how to control the air around me, create powerful gusts of wind, and even fly for short distances.

That night, I received a call from Dr. Pym. The suit was completed.