Eyebrows

The only sound reverberating through the office was Principal Fury’s neatly filed nails as they tapped an agitated rhythm against the smart wood of his desk, the sharply pointed glare still incredibly intimidating even with the lack of a second eye.

At least it would be if the three teenagers stood facing him across the desk weren’t currently fighting back giggles as a rather exasperated Hank Pym finally finished his rant about the insolent brats who dared to ruin his chemistry experiment again and how this time his eyebrows had paid the price.