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Think, Jan. Her palms were flat against the glass, her breathing close against the walls as she fogged it further. Think.It was hard with the humming, the sound leaving the infiltrator as he kept rolling the tube with each third note. It was a song in three-four time, something that wanted to be a waltz, and the alien kept time with his own pace; boots crunching out past open hangar doors.Use that stupid brain and think. Sometimes she had to wonder if she wasn’t actually as smart as her degrees claimed, that maybe — just maybe — she would have been happier in fashion design like her mother.

That had mostly stopped when she’d seen the practical results of her research put to work in the bodies of super-soldiers, but insecurity marches on. You’ve got this, Jan.But that was the thing— she didn’t. A few months of working with SHIELD for a level of fame she never thought she’d come close to sniffing — galas, and press lines, and having the president know her by name — and all of it was just to end up here… in a tube.A simple glass vial; one that could crush her before her body gained the mass and durability to burst out. At best, she could escape with a cracked rib.At worst, well… there was worse. And it wasn’t like she was much stronger than a normal woman at full size, either. God, that Spider-Guy has it so lucky.The concrete ran out in front of them, the flat white a contrast to the flat red; even with the heat coming up off both in a shimmer Janet could easily make through the glass. The soldiers were no longer lined up or at attention, a thousand or more aliens in the bodies of armed forces moving around for whatever came next in their plans.The sun chose that moment to vanish.Janet’s head snapped up, a gasp of air fogging the glass again as she realized that wasn’t at all true. Something had just covered the ground in a dark shadow, too many some-things filling the sky above.That’s…“Strange…”

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