ANT MAN'S DAUGHTER.

Holding a hand out, Jane waits for Cassie to return the tool. “I am, yes. I used to be a doctor before I had a change of profession. The dead ask less questions when you have to run without any notice.”

Such a baby. She’s teasing with no intent to be mean. Makkari doesn’t think she’s ever been that young. The Eternals were created to appear the same age that they always present as. Who is your father?

“He’s become a public figure, then?” It happens with heroes from time to time. The spotlight gets to their heads and suddenly there’s books and parties and grabs for attention. The concept is synonymous with Tony Stark in her mind at this point. “It used to be harder,” she admits. Now, they’ve basically got a revolving door. “Please, don’t apologize.” Pity from a child is hard to handle. “It’ll all be righted soon. We can make it right.”

“Werewolves, vampires, gremlins, goblins, ghouls. They go bump in the night and we come to chase them out from under the bed.” Elsa recites, a tad bit exasperated. “Serious as the plague, lovie. Someone has to do the unholy business. Is it cool, though? I suppose it can be. It’s work, at the end of the day. Incredibly dangerous, life threatening work.”

At that, America shakes her head. “They make you pay to learn things. Jesús. All you have to do is go outside and you learn things for free.” Usually, that was the hard way. America has a lot of trial and error under her belt as it stands. At the mention of her mothers, America just steels her shoulders and shakes her head. “I’m going to find them.” It isn’t a question anymore. Even if the answer scares her, America will find out what had happened to them. “Si. Tu español no es malo. What made you switch?” If there is anything she’s encountered, it was a lot of Spanish out in the world and a decent amount of sign language. “Your dad?” Was America supposed to know who that was? Her circle has remained incredibly small so far. There’s Stephen, Wong and Clea. She has met others, but the former two are who she was closest with.

“yeah! no no no, that’s definitely him –” peter perked up, thrilled to have finally made some sort of headway with someone, “alright fair enough.” he nodded, understanding, “would you be willing to at least tell him my location?”

scott deflated at that, clumsily pulling over a chair to collapse into, “no, no — you’re right. i’m sorry, cassie. sometimes i’m reminded i really don’t know how to parent a teenager.” a bitter chuckle escaped past his lips but he shook it off, “you think i should be concerned?”

moving to begin cleaning up their now completed game, scott shook his head, “i think that’s something you clearly inherited from me.” he wiggled an eyebrow, “exhibit a,” scott gestured vaguely to the table in front of them, and to cassie herself.

“i play to win, dad,” he repeated, mocking good-naturedly, “sure, let’s call it that.”

scott reached for the catan box, leaning away for a moment as cassie’s comments grew more heartfelt. he froze, mid reach before coming back up with the box and a sincere smile that only continued to grow as he reached for one of cassie’s hands, “i missed you too, peanut.” he let the moment play out, filled with temptation to pull his daughter into a hug right then and there, but he had time for hugs whenever now.

time to make up for lost time.

“i’m glad i’m back too — because now you’re never getting rid of me,” he teased.

“Because clearly it wasn’t the ability to be humble.” Cassie threw right back at her father, the banter coming naturally as she glanced down at the game sprawled out across the table, all the while trying to hide her smug grin as she started to help him back up the board pieces.

As her father’s hand fell on top of her own, she took a moment to take a deep breath and focus on the feeling as she closed her eyes for a moment and nodded quickly. He was here, in person, actually playing a game of Catan with her. It still felt like a dream sometimes, the entire process of their reunion going by like a whirlwind. And while she wanted to just jump back to where they left off, it was more difficult than she imagined. 

He missed so much. Her first car, prom, her subsequent first boyfriend and first break-up, high school graduation... But he was here. No longer trapped in the Quantum Realm, but here. 

She wanted to learn more about the place that her father had spent five years of her life, even though it had only been five minutes of his own. But she decided that conversation was better to save for another day. Right now she just wanted to enjoy spending time with her dad.

“I personally would have loved to get melted before an exam. Anything to avoid the test.”

“A wee bit, yeah.” They flutter along with her words. The girl hasn’t stopped staring at her, though. Megan just stares back and waits for her to be done. Again, her wings flutter. “Thank you. I’d like to think so. Can’t really do much about it if they aren’t. They’re a bit stuck to me.”

“So like Jean, Hope and Esme, then. That entire thing is insane.” Amara, at this point, has regained her bearings more. She’s less caught off guard. “I can’t believe they’re that bold.”

“How’re you goin’ to sympathize if you ain’t got any siblings?” Paige asks. “I can’t imagine bein’ an only child.”

“Are we feeling a little sensitive?”