[She isn't wrong, it just feels wrong to say it. So he lets that sit, lets her decide what she's going to teach him, and examines the menu. Just...basic. Just whatever's easy and basic and the usual. He doesn't have to get fancy. He doesn't have to think too hard about it. He doesn't want to think too hard about much of anything, the things he can help, the things he can streamline.

Her question catches him off guard, though. Isn't he angry? Well--] I was angry. About all of us, about me, about you. At Tony. [And that had been the last he had spoken to the man before getting dragged back to the Compound to figure out time travel. Not the best way to leave things off.] I didn't used to hang onto my anger. [Didn't. Now he...does, but it's also less anger and more just the hollow pit of grief that comes lashing out at other people. People who deserve it, he hopes. It's not the same as the anger, he figures. But it does feel similar.]

Scott and I got offered deals. Because without the Ant-Man suit, he's just a guy. Me, I'm just a guy. We're guys with families. [He pushes through the way that makes his mouth go dry.] So we got cut deals. House arrest, ankle monitor and all. I got to spend a lot of quality time being at home. And that was years ago, now. Hard to be angry about it now. But I can understand why you'd be angry. It just happened to you. It's fresh. Hell, after how they bound you up, I don't think anyone would grudge you holding a grudge yourself.