Annihilus flew above the busy streets for almost an hour, searching the city for a desirable mate to restart his hive. There were millions of people in the city but the very notion of using any one of them made the insectoid conqueror sick to his stomach. "Nothing but VERMIN, is there not one potential female among all of these filth?"
Flying higher his attention caught the aura of another nearby, one very much like him. Flying to the source of what attracted him he landed on the roof of a highrise loft and hid in the shadows as he peered down throught the skylight nearby. Looking into the large room below he watched as his prey went about her business.
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"Sigh... Hank's been ignoring me again, typical." Huffing as she spread out another sheet of fabric for her to work with, Janet Van Dyne was in a sour mood tonight after she went over to Hank Pym's lab only to find him too busy to even look in her direction. The Wasp pouted as she checked roll after roll of cashmere, wool and silk to make a dress for next week's fashion show, she was upset and her favorite hobby was just was she needed to calm down.
"Don't know why though, its not like he has anything better to do then stare at ants and fiddle with his latest invention, maybe I should make my costume a little bit more revealing, maybe cut the skirt shorter..." Blowing a strand of black hair out of her eyes Jan turned to look at the other side of the loft studio to where she kept her tools and accesories, with a though she grew buzzing wings and antennae as she flew to the far end of the building and gathered what she needed for her pet project. "Heck maybe I should look for someone new, there's gonna be alot of guys at the fashion show, maybe I should wink at a couple for the attention."
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Sneering to himself the insectoid chittered and hissed at his misfortune. "Another filthy mammal, and yet she has some insect in her... How can this be?" He thought he had found another insect to start his hive and instead only found this 'human' woman wasting time on the fabrics around her. Even so he witnessed her sprout diaphenous wings and buzz from one end of the loft to the other to get more fabrics like lace and frills, perhaps there was still promise to all this. Looking back at his cosmic rod a glimmer flashed in his glossy eyes as an idea came to mind. "If she is not like me... Then I shall make her compatible for my plans." Aiming his rod at the heroine sorting through cloths he gathered enough cosmic energy to change the woman to what he desired.
A bright flash of light struck Janet from behind, turning around to see its source she saw nothing out of the ordinary, shrugging her shoulders she went back to doing her work.