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A Little Attention	By : DrunkenSailor Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes Views: 13019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“This is perfect!” Janet Van Dyne held up the tiny yellow sundress, smiling in excitement to the saleswoman next to her. “Just the perfect thing to show off.” Her voice lowered with a conspiratorial grin. “This should get me some attention.”
The blond woman smiled along with her favorite customer. Janet had been coming to the store for months now, and the two had gotten close in that time. “The Wasp? Needing attention? Come on, you’re an Avenger… all the guys want you.” The two shared a giggle between them at that, “And come on, Tony Stark?”
The wasp laughed and stuck her tongue out with an exaggerated face. “You don’t need anything special to get Iron Man’s attention. Just put a sway in the hips and he’ll be all over you. And he’ll have forgotten about you by morning.” Janet looked over to the large mirror, holding the dress in front of her, a wistful sigh escaping her. “No, I need a guy who notices me. Who pays attention to me. I need a guy who will focus that giant mind on me… on us, and what we can do together. And I want that guy to be…”
“The Abomination!”
“…the Abomination. Wait, what? No!” Jan blinked in confusion at the scream that came from the door, than found herself stumbling for balance as the entire store shook. She spun, looking out the window along with the saleswoman as a sedan flew through the glass, upside-down, shattering it into a million pieces as it flew towards them.
On instinct Jan shrank down, the small yellow wings appearing on her back buzzing as she grabbed the woman. With a heave she pulled her from the path of the crashing vehicle in the nick of time, even though she now stood less than a foot tall.
“Always when I’m shopping!” The wasp yelled as she dropped the woman off next to her surprised manager, turning with a wicked grin and flying out into the street. “Someone needs to learn what stores to avoid.”
Outside, the Wasp found herself in what was becoming a familiar scene of chaos. Cars lay crushed like toys, windows were shattered along the ritzy street, and people alternatively ran screaming or gawked in wonder. In the center of it all holding a corvette in his hands towered Emil Blonsky. The Abomination. The giant malformed villain let out a roar, holding the car up overhead as its driver scrambled out, leaping with a scream to make it clear before it was driven back to the asphalt, crushed to half of its original size.
Without warning hundreds of yellow bolts streamed seemingly out of nowhere at the gamma irradiated villain, like a machine-gun of energy, and Blonsky raised his arm up, warding them from his eyes. Wasp smiled broadly, zipping in to come inches from the giant creature’s face, leaning forward, her hands on her hips. “Trashing my favorite shopping strip… AGAIN! Why do you hate fashion?” she paused, looking the disfigured beast up and down. “Okay, I understand it hates you, but still…”
The Abomination just smiled back. “It’s called a distraction.” He rumbled in his deep voice, just before a purplish beam caught Jan in the back, and her world exploded in pain.
It was horrible, like every nerve in her body was being shocked with harsh electricity at the exact same time. She twisted in the air, writhing in pain, and then she was falling. She tried to beat her wings, but found to her shock that they simply weren’t there. With a groan she landed hard in the street, taking deep breaths and stumbling onto her hands and knees as the pain finally stopped. With a growl she steadied herself, jumping to her feet to turn around, and realized two things immediatly. First that she was her normal human size again, and secondly that standing on the sidewalk, purplish energy flowing about his hand, was Baron Zemo. The villain chuckled in that condescending way that always made Jan seethe in anger. “A proper sized Miss Van Dyne. Good day. It would seem Zola’s science has succeeded yet again.”
Wasp shot the villain a scathing look, then shook her head to clear it and tried to shrink. She could almost feel it there, but whatever blast Zemo had hit her with was messing with her control. The avenger balled her tiny hands into fists at her sides in fierce concentration, and with a supreme effort of will she grabbed onto her focus. Finally she shrank down, hovering in the air as her wings came free yet again.
“Impressive.” Zemo said as he looked across to her. Now she could see the strange golden glove he wore, a new addition to his outfit, the dark energy that had torn through her spilling from it. “Zola’s little device should have stripped you of your control of Dr. Pym’s particles, much as it has given it to me. That you can…”
“Stuff it, purple puss!” Jan yelled as she shot forward, the staccato bio-energy blasts erupting from her hands again, anger blazing in her eyes. “Messing with people’s powers? That’s just cheating!”
Amidst the onslaught Baron Zemo stood his ground, raised his armored fist and unleashed another bolt of the horrible energy at the Wasp. She turned, twisting in her path to try and evade him, but the old tactician had already planned for her move. Agony washed over her again as the energy tore into her, but this time Jan found herself tumbling through the air, the world seeming to grow even larger around her. She hurtled across the street, out of control until Zemo snatched her up in his hand. She felt the fingers around her, crushing her tiny form, her body now only a few inches tall. Before she could recover he tilted his hand, and she found herself slipping down his gloved palm and into a tiny locket shaped prison.
“H-Hey! Let me out!” she yelled suddenly panicking as he closed the see-through cover, pinning her down on what felt like velvet covered metal. She couldn’t even sit up in the tiny cage, and her wings were cramped uncomfortably tight behind her.
“Bind her.” Zemo’s voice seemed to echo from the cage, hurting Jan’s ears, and suddenly she felt cold metal robotic claws around her, racing out of little panels that formed behind her on tentacle like arms. She tried to fight them off, but in the tight confines there was nothing she could do. Soon the claws were sealed around her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms out to her sides, and her ankles tightly together, stretching her legs out as if she were being crucified. The prison tilted, making a yelp of surprise come from the Wasp as Zemo dangled it before him, his masked face now filling Jan’s sight. She gasped at the frightful sight, then began to twist helplessly about, struggling to pull her limbs free as Zemo watched her with leering eyes.
“You are going to be SO sorry when I…” She began, but the Baron’s amplified voice cut her off.
“Strip her.”
Jan blinked in shock, unable to believe the words she had just heard. “Wh-what?” In answer she fealt the machinery behind the velvet wall buzz into action again. She turned to look in horror as the little hatches opened, allowing a myriad of metal claws to come out. And then they were all over her, pinching as they tore her uniform away. She cried out in shock as her dress was ripped to shreds, her hips wriggling back and forth as the cold hands even stripped away her panties, the white fabric torn away to reveal her bare sex to her captor. As the claws finally retracted, the tiny scraps of her uniform were jettisoned out the back of the locket. Jan blushed furiously looked down at her nude form, and then up, meeting the lustful gaze of Zemo as he held her pendant cage close, the better to see her.
Despite the burning shame she felt, she gathered up her courage, straining against the bonds that held her on display, glaring hard at Zemo. “You won’t get away with this!” she yelled, the first words that came to her mind, instantly chastising herself at the cliché.
“Shush, my little pet.” He answered, even the soft words reverberating through the Wasp’s prison, vibrating along with her trembling skin, and she tried to tell herself she wasn’t terrified, no matter what. “The avenger’s will fall this day. Captain America will become the dead man he should have been years ago. Hulk will be the weapon he was meant to be. Thor will be forgotten with the rest of the old gods. And you…” he pulled the pendant closer and Jan found herself turning away from those cruel, lust-filled eyes, feeling them on her as they slipped down her pixie-like form, over her pert breasts and tiny fear-stiffened nipples, her fittingly waspish waste and the swell of her hips, down to her long athletic legs. “You my little spitfire, will learn your proper place at the feet of Zemo. This little prison is perfect for you, wouldn’t you say. Just the thing to show you off, until I can give you proper attention.” He chuckled, and somehow that was even more terrifying, making the Wasp look up, a sidelong glance to try and hide the tears that had arisen as his eyes violated her.
“But to remind you of your place for now…” Jan sucked in a fearful breath at Zemo’s words, looking up, not knowing what would happen. He only spoke one more word.
“Pain.”
And the agony returned, causing the Wasp to cry out, to fight and struggle in her bondage, her lovely eyes wide, her hips twisting in a way that was almost dancelike as she strove to pull her legs free, her breasts bouncing, tiny pink nipples brushing against the clear wall of her prison. Zemo took a moment to enjoy the show, then lifted the pendant-prison by its chain, and placed it around his neck. “Now, business before pleasure my dear.” He said as he stretched his arm out, a teleportation portal forming before him. He strode towards it confidently, as in the amulet on his chest the Wasp screamed soundlessly, writhing in her torture.
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