//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Size Doesn't Matter // by Pixel Berry //------------------------------// The city of Manehattan: A shining example of a more modern look in the city of Equestria. Past the skyscrapers and birds that flew over it, the city was alive, bursting with energy, always moving. All of its citizens, ponies of various shapes and sizes, moved with the flow, barely having time to stop, each with their own goal. Time was money, and only the richest can be slow… at least, in public eyes. Like all cities, under its shiny exterior, there was also a nasty side that kept itself hidden. Inside one of the many warehouses, two gangs were inside, both looking ready to fight each if something went off. On one side, the gang looked like classic 50’s Greasers, with oily hair and leather jackets. On the other side, the opposing gang looked more urban, with red and white-colored clothes that were loose, with some bandana on a few of them. Both of their leaders trotted to each other, a serious look on their faces. “So…” The greaser stallion spoke. “Got the cash?” “Yeah. Got the goods?” The urban stallion replied. A wave came from the greaser stallion, with one of the members pulling a briefcase from the darkness. “Show us the cash and we'll show the goods.” “... Rico! Get the cash.” One of the urban stallions pulled out a plastic bag, filled with bits, connected in small paper cylinders. “1000 bits as promised.” “Hmm… not exactly presentable.” “We work with what we got. Show us the goods!” “Alright. I'm a stallion of my words.” He opened the briefcase. Inside was what looked like military grade explosions. “You boys sure got a lot of guts wantin' to purchase these explosions. Mind if I ask why?” “I could ask the same on how you got them.” “... Fair enough. Now, let's-” A flash came from one of the shadows. Someone had taken a photo of the deal. Both sides jumped back, the greasers pulling out knives while the urban gang pulled out makeshift weapons. “You dirty cops! Who gave you the scoop!?” “Us!? I should've known something was up! You fooled us, cop, but not again!” However, as the two sides argued, on the rooftop, both enjoying a single popcorn, were two figures. “Think we should stop them before things get dirty?” One of them, a male, asked. “Yeah. I always love the confusion before we enter.” The other, a woman, replied. She got up and some small, insectoid wings popped out of her back. Her partner simply got on the back of a winged ant that was nearby, similar to a horse. “You've got ten seconds to answer, or your body's gonna be on display at the museum tomorrow!” The greaser leader shouted. “Well, you've got five seconds before my homies drop you in an alleyway!” The urban stallion shouted back. There was a weird sound, and both turned to see a bipedal figure standing to the side. It was masculine looking, wearing a red, technological one-piece suit of sorts that looked snug on his body. He wore a helmet that looked somewhat insectoid, but covered his entire face, also looking like a gas mask of sorts. “Woah! Guys! Chill!” He spoke. “Can't we all just get along?” “Oh crap! It's him!” One of the greasers spoke. “If he's here, then that means-” Before the other could finish, one of the Urban gang members was thrown into one of the sides, crashing into one of the metal pillars. His partner was quickly picked by something small before being thrown out one of the windows. Landing on the other side was the supposed attacker, a bipedal feminine creature of sorts. She wore something similar to her partner, but it was yellow, and she had some twin devices on her wrists. “You done chatting with your friends?” She asked. “Well, you already took out two of them.” Her partner answered. “Get them!” The leaders ordered in unison. Both gangs turned to the pair and charged, with the greasers at the man, and the Urbans towards the woman. Under her mask, the woman smirked, aiming her wrist and simply firing at one of them point-blank in the face, where he twitched as a surge of electricity went through his body. She sprinted to the others, being quick on her toes, grabbing one of them, jumping over them, and throwing them across, slamming into his allies. One of them swung a chain at her, prompting her to disappear in front of his eyes… only, she didn't. To him, she was gone, but in actuality, she just shrunk in milliseconds, being the size of a wasp. Her wings came out, and she flew straight at his face, delivering a punch that knocked one of his teeth out, despite being so small now. With a blink, she grew back to normal size, where one of them ran to her with a baseball bat. Her quick wits had her grab the bat from his mouth, break the weapon with her knee, and used the base as a weapon, knocking out her attacker. The man dodged the knife swings from his attacker, but delivered a hard right hook, knocking his first attacker out. Another approached from behind but screamed in pain as something was biting him. He looked down, seeing ants were biting him. His screaming alerted the figure to deliver a quick kick. “Thanks, fellas!” He saluted to the ants, who quickly saluted back. His focus turned to a knife that was thrown to his face. Very similar to the woman, to the naked eye, he disappeared, but in actuality, he shrunk to the size of an Ant. While he may not have wings or wrist blasters like his partner, he had his own personal army of ants that would follow him to the ends of the world and back. He ran to his confused attacker, the ants charging along with him, but a single flying ant flew next to him. With a jump, he landed on the ant’s back and held on, approach the stallion’s face. Another jump, with some quick growth, he sucker-punched his attacker, the shock and sudden punch knocking him into next week. A literal wave of ants fell onto another greaser, who ran around in pain, screaming wildly before colliding with a metal pole. Both gang leaders ran out of the warehouse, sweating profusely, looking for a way to get out. “I can't go back to jail!” The urban leader yelled. “My niece just got her cutie mark!” “You think I don't have a plan?” The greaser replied, pulling out a controller and pressing a button. As he said that, the vigilante duo kicked the door open… with the guy’s door smashing against his face. His partner facepalmed with a sigh. “Really!?” She asked. The Urban leader ran away. “You think you can catch me that easily!?” The greaser leader asked with a cocky attitude. “You just beat my grunts! Behold! My REAL challenge!” The floor shook as something approached. Appearing around the corner was a fairly large, green dragon that, while not huge, was about the size of a bus. It let out a loud roar, shattering some of the windows around. “Now you're both screwed! None can defeat-” He stopped as the man quickly grew into the size of a building. The dragon's terrifying look quickly turned into fear, as the now giant man plucked him by its tail. “D’aww! Ain't you the sweetest wittle dwagon?” He teased. The dragon let out some nervous squeals, squirming wildly to be free. His partner opened her helmet, revealing her face, crossed her arms, and tapped her foot impatiently. “Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” She spoke. “You stay here and make sure my partner doesn't do anything stupid, and I find your partner, got it?” “G-got it.” He answered, nervously looking at her partner as he took a seat on the Warehouse rooftop, who petted the frightened out its mind dragon. She put her helmet back on and flew into the city, shrinking in the process. “Who's a cute widdle dragon?” The giant asked. “Yes you is! Yes you is!” ~-~-~ It wasn't always like that. No, what was supposed to be a fun day at Comic-Con turned into a life-changing experience. Our names are John and Liz, but nowadays, we are now The Ant-Man and The Wasp. And it wasn't always fun as you saw. On the contrary, it was terrifying when we arrived to Equestria.