"HEY!" The small form of Wasp hurriedly buzzed through the air until she was level with Goliath, eyes narrowed and zapping him fiercely on the nose. "That move belongs to Hank Pym." She had to move quickly to dodge a giant hand, flying round him and firing off a round of wasp stings. The reaction she got (laughter, and then being caught swiftly in a giant, squeezing palm) didn't seem to amuse her.
The creases of his fist glowed with continued stings, and he curled his fist tighter. For a moment, there was silence-
-And then, something was pushing open his fists, Janet, growing rapidly, and soon just as tall as him, swinging back her arm and decking him. "Oh I forgot. It's my move too."