Selling Devil Fruits in the Marvel Universe

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The room was enveloped in a heavy, uneasy silence.

Darren Cross and his henchmen exchanged nervous glances, their expressions betraying their struggle to make sense of what had just happened. The moment stretched uncomfortably, each second amplifying the tension until Darren finally snapped out of his stupor.

With a sharp breath, he stormed toward the wall where Hope had vanished, his movements fueled by a mix of frustration and desperation. His hands roved over every inch of the surface, searching for some hidden mechanism or secret passage. Yet, after a meticulous inspection, he found nothing. The wall was plain, unremarkable, and just an ordinary wall with no sign of trickery or concealed devices.

"How in the world did she do it?" Darren muttered under his breath, his voice thick with irritation and disbelief.

His mind raced, piecing together possibilities. 'Could it be one of Hank Pym's revolutionary inventions at work?' The thought sent a jolt of realization through him. The puzzle pieces clicked into place: Hope and her father, Hank, had indeed taken the YellowJacket Suit. It was now clear they had exploited some extraordinary technology—phasing through solid walls—to bypass his state-of-the-art security and escape undetected.

"Hank, Hank… You never fail to surprise me," Darren murmured, a dark grin spreading across his face. His tone was a chilling blend of anger and reluctant admiration.

Though furious about the theft, Darren couldn't deny the rush of exhilaration coursing through him. This wasn't just a challenge—it was an opportunity. With his considerable wealth and resources, he was confident he could outmaneuver Hank Pym, no matter how ingenious his inventions were. Reclaiming the YellowJacket Suit was only part of Darren's plan; he intended to uncover and seize whatever groundbreaking technology had enabled Hope's miraculous escape.

Turning sharply to his men, Darren's voice was as cold and commanding. "Seal off the entire building. No one leaves until Hope is in our custody."

He paused before adding, "And send a team after Hank Pym. Bring him to me—alive."

"Understood!" his chief enforcer replied, nodding briskly before rushing to carry out the orders.

Within moments, alarms blared throughout Cross Technologies, their shrill wails echoing through its corridors. Armed guards mobilized with practiced efficiency, their boots pounding against the polished floors as they fanned out to conduct a thorough, room-by-room search.

In the heart of the security control room, every screen displayed live surveillance footage, capturing every corner of the building. The guards scrutinized each feed, determined to find Hope Van Dyne.

But their efforts were in vain. She was already long gone.

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Meanwhile, beyond the towering walls of Cross Technologies, Hope Van Dyne had already made her daring escape. 

The instant she phased through the solid wall, she wasted no time. With practiced precision, she slipped into the Wasp Suit, its sleek design fitting her perfectly. The suit's advanced features, combined with the extraordinary abilities granted by her Liquid-Liquid Fruit, turned her into an unstoppable force. Moving like a shadow, she navigated the complex with uncanny ease, evading guards and bypassing every barrier in her path. 

Long before the alarms blared and the building descended into chaos, Hope had already vanished into the day, leaving no trace of her presence behind. By the time Cross Technologies was on full lockdown, she was miles away, free and untraceable.

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Hope's first instinct after her successful escape was to reach out to her father. She quickly dialed his number, her fingers steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

"Dad, Darren knows about the Yellowjacket Suit," she said, her voice urgent but measured. "He's already made a move against me. Be on high alert!" 

On the other end of the line, Hank Pym's reply was calm yet firm, a testament to his years of experience and composure under pressure. "I figured as much, Hope. Stick to the plan. Meet me at Point One." 

"Got it. Stay safe!" she responded quickly. 

"You too." 

The call was short, their words precise and deliberate. There was no need for unnecessary discussion—they had anticipated this moment for months. 

From the moment they'd stolen the Yellowjacket Suit, both father and daughter knew they were up against a formidable foe. Darren Cross wasn't just any adversary. He was a man with vast wealth, relentless ambition, and a ruthless streak that made him exceedingly dangerous. They couldn't afford to underestimate him. 

That was why they had planned for every possible scenario. 

Despite his age, Hank had prepared himself for combat by consuming the Mini-Mini Fruit, granting him a unique and formidable ability for self-defense. Together, they had developed various contingency plans, ensuring they would always stay one step ahead of Darren's machinations. 

But even with their careful preparation, they were acutely aware of one hard truth: as long as Darren Cross was alive, the threat he posed would never truly vanish. To end this ordeal for good, they would have to face and eliminate him once and for all.

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About thirty minutes later, Hank and Hope reunited in a modest, nondescript apartment hidden in the heart of the city. The space was sparsely furnished, its unremarkable appearance masking the weight of their predicament. 

"Are you okay, Dad?" Hope asked immediately, her sharp eyes scanning Hank for any signs of injury. 

"I'm fine. And you?" 

"Same here," she replied, exhaling deeply. 

Relief swept over them, and they embraced tightly. For a brief moment, the storm around them seemed to calm, and they allowed themselves to feel a flicker of safety. But it was only a flicker—the moment passed as quickly as it came. 

"Let's get to work," Hank said, his tone brisk and resolute. Stepping toward a sturdy metal case on the table, he unlocked it and pulled out a thick stack of documents. 

"These are all the files we've managed to gather so far," he said, spreading the papers out before Hope. "It's not much, but it's everything we've got." 

The files contained damning evidence of Darren Cross's illegal operations—embezzlement, unethical experiments, and illicit dealings that painted a clear picture of his corruption. Hope scanned the documents, her brow furrowing as she flipped through the pages. 

"This isn't enough, Dad," she said, shaking her head. "Not for someone like him. He has the power to bury this—and us along with it." 

Hank let out a weary sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I know. But it's all we have right now. Unless we take a more direct approach, our hands are tied." 

"If we had more time, we could dig deeper," Hope mused aloud. "We might be able to find something stronger, something that could bring him down for good. But now..." 

"There's no more time," Hank said heavily. "We'll have to stick with the original plan." 

Hope nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth of his words. Still, her mind raced, weighing their dwindling options. She felt the crushing pressure of the situation, yet she wasn't ready to give up just yet. 

Unbeknownst to Hank, Hope had a final ace in the hole—the Devil Fruit Family Group Chat. This clandestine network of individuals, each possessing extraordinary powers like hers, was her ultimate backup plan. She had kept it a secret from her father, unsure of how or when to reveal its existence. 

"Don't worry, Father," she said softly, a determined glint in her eyes as a faint smile curved her lips. "We'll find a way." 

For now, she chose to keep the group chat under wraps. It wasn't time to play that card just yet, but she knew that she would have allies ready to tip the scales in their favor when the moment came.

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