CASSIE LANG (PRIME)

"I..." Huh. "Well, they're sentient? They have a form of consciousness. My dad, he used to always name them. Antoine, Anthony, whatever. It was really corny but I loved it." Cassie had to pause then, the thought of Scott still difficult after all this time. She missed him. Plain and simple. Maybe it was the mention of souls, but a thought popped into her head. "Hey, are you saying that you can talk with souls? Like, can you look for them?"

"no, but it has gotten them arrested." billy chimed. "if you wanted a dine and dash you should have brought tommy." he was so not the twin for that.

"Okay... and?" Cassie arched a brow. Then again, her mother would absolutely murder her if she got arrested (again). Cassie paused then. He did have a point. "Maybe," she shrugged a shoulder. "But that would mean dealing with Tommy. Is it worth it?"

"if you've never heard of that hell-site, i'm not really sure you want me to burst your bubble."

"Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, Facebook." Cassie ticked the platforms off on a finger. "Y'know, the basics. Oh — and Reddit. A lot of stuff to avoid on there, but some real gems as well. The tech subreddits kinda pop off."

"Is there a third option? Can we go with something else here?"

"wait where are you going--we have to pay!"

"A dine and dash never killed anyone, did it?"

"C'mon, you haven't heard that sound? Wait, you do have a tik tok, right?---don't tell me you're still on x..."

"My fyp is a mess." It didn't help that Cassie never remembered to check her messages. She paused. "What's X? Am I falling behind on platforms?"

It was entirely her fault. Cassie had her eyes glued to her phone when she should have been watching where she was going. Realizing her error, she quickly looked around to see if napkins were laying around. "—Shit. I was just looking at — well, it doesn't matter. Sorry."

"Hey--hypothetically speaking, like, unrelated to me--you haven't seen a flying mop come through here have you?" in her own fantasia nightmare Nico tried to spell the damn thing into cleaning her room and while it had worked, now it was wandering around cleaning everywhere. She had to find it before it wound up on a sidewalk downtown and some kid stole it to sell online. Not that a self cleaning mop was particularly dangerous, Nico just didn't love the idea of her magic being passed around like some thrift store find.

"How hypothetical are we talking here?" Cassie understood science. That made sense. Flying mops absolutely did not. She needed to know what she was getting into. "But, no. I haven't. I guess I'll keep an eye out and get ready to duck."

"I used to think I was unoriginal for being a clone and now I just feel unoriginal being spider-man."

"I love my dad, Hope, and the Pym's, but I feel you there. If I ever want anyone to know who I am, I need to avoid any title that's Ant-Man or Wasp."

"I was never allowed to have a dog growing up, but not because of allergies. My mom just didn't like them and my dad was in jail for a while."

"You looking for the bathroom?" he smiled, silently amused.

Originally, she had been. The Compound was large, and Cassie hadn't really been allowed to be in it. Her mom always kept her at home and away from anything that resembled her dad's superhero life. They had already lost Scott. Her mom wasn't about to lose Cassie as well. Now, the multiverse was open. Cassie was older. It was easier to sneak away from time to time. Her quest for a toilet had been halted when she had realized that science was happening, and his question finally gave her the courage to speak up. "I actually wanted to ask what you were doing. Is it some kind of sequencing?"

"I kinda always assumed that my first time here would be with my dad, but that's not possible. Still, it's not bad here. Definitely different from San Fransisco, but kind of cool."

"Okay! Okay. Guess that's a sensitive subject, huh?"

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KATHRYN NEWTON photographed at New York Fashion Week, september 2024