Your mother convinced me to let her join me on my... missions. They called her the Wasp....

Hank Pym: Your mother convinced me to let her join me on my... missions. They called her the Wasp. She was born to it. And there's not a day that goes by that I don't regret having said yes. It was 1987. Separatists had hijacked a Soviet missile silo in Kursk and launched an ICBM at the United States. The only way to the internal mechanics was through solid titanium. I knew I had to shrink between the molecules to disarm the missile. But my regulator has sustained too much damage. Your mother, she didn't hesitate. She turned off her regulator and went subatomic to deactivate the bomb. And she was gone. Your mom died a hero. And I spent the next ten years trying to learn all I could about the quantum realm. Hope Van Dyne: [crying] You were trying to bring her back. Hank Pym: But all I learned was we know nothing. Hope Van Dyne: It's not your fault. She made her choice. But why didn't you tell me that sooner? Hank Pym: I was trying to protect you. I lost your mother. I didn't mean to lose you, too.