i’ve no memory of my birth mother. only of a man with a star on his arm. i grew up at first in a place called the red room. in russia. i was trained to fight - but as soon as i could read, i showed an aptitude for science. my… handlers wondered if it was genetic. they told me of my parentage, encouraged me to study night and day. i was lonely. but i followed my father’s research. disassembled and reassembled a black market pym particle until i mastered it’s size changing properties - and escaped. i found my father’s lab, only to be told he was gone forever. so i immersed myself in my work, to prove to you that i was worthy of acceptance… and came to you.
nadia pym/the wasp in all-new, all-different avengers #009 (2016)
“She wondered why she, who had such difficulty talking about herself with people of flesh and blood, could blithely reveal her most intimate secrets to a bunch of completely unknown freaks on the Internet.”