New York City Subways, 3:25pm
Three bodies slammed onto the ground in the subway, with two others running. Their hockey masks prevented from pointing out facial Features. YellowJacket stood before three of the thugs, Cowering back in fear.
"Go get those guys! Man! Leave us alone! They have the money!" One of the thugs spoke, staring up at Hank.
"Trust Me. I'll get them..." Hank slammed the heel of his foot onto the thug's nose knocking him unconscious. The other began to make a run for it, Yellowjacket quickly removed a yellow colored weapon, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The other side of the subway was quiet, no train, not yet. No People, just perfect, they thought. They could escape, and nobody would catch 'em. "We showed that Punk." One of the thugs said to the other. "Yeah!". The train was heard coming, and the two criminals grinned.
A yellow light, which seemed to be in the form of a figure appeared, growing behind them. The color faded revealing the Yellowjacket. "What was that?"
"Ah, hell man..." Hank shoved on in the tracks just as the train passed by, crushing the body entirely, then gripping the other's throat.
"Let me guess... One of those punks who robs banks for Drugs, or one of those punks who's followin' orders." Hank spoke with a dark look on his face, hand squeezing the man's neck.
"Go to hel-" Nothing was heard but the snap of the thug's neck, and the police racing over.
Hank's eyes flashed open from sleep on his desk.
"Coming!" He exclaimed throwing the Yellowjacket suit in a box quickly. Hank answered the door, just to meet eyes with the beautiful Janet Van Dyne, he had planned on proposing to her, but figured why not wait until dinner. But then he remembered, Dinner was Thirty Minutes ago.
" Do you even Care?..."
"I'm sorry, I-i-" Hank Replied.
"Don't care?" Jan spoke with a frustrated look on her face.
"Let me Explain!" Hank exclaimed, right as the door slammed in his face. He sighed, then rubbed his neck.
" I guess that's the downside of being a masked Vigilante... Always lose track of time." He said to himself, dropping back down onto his chair by his desk, staring at the ceiling.
To Be Continued....