not irredeemable

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

Some examples:

Disaster

Broken

Warmth

Care

It’s a lost cause.

There’s a problem.

Somethings wrong.

Despite what one may assume, Hope wasn’t one to over think her relationship status. She’d always been busy one way or the other, too much to even consider being in a relationship. All the previous ones she’d had (as few as they had been) hadn’t lasted that long, not when they couldn’t even know who her father was, who her mother had been and what she’d been working towards her entire life. It’s not exactly regular conversation to pull out during dinner and going ’Hey, yeah, my future plans include wearing the same tech as the Ant-Man’s suit and becoming the Wasp, just like my mother!’. Say that and watch them run out of there as fast as they could.

And when you’re trying to plot out with your estranged father how to make sure your current employer doesn’t get his hands on said tech, it complicates that much more. In between training, working, putting up appearances with your boss and planning out how to make sure the Pym Particle didn’t end up in his hands, dating wasn’t the top priority. But that had somewhat been relieved when Scott had entered the game at her father’s demand.

Despite not agreeing to his presence at first, all it took was a single heart-to-heart conversation and she could finally understand what Hank had seen in him. And despite the initial distaste of Scott, a sort of affection had grown. So much so that when the mission had finally ended, she’d found herself kissing him. Unplanned, though he didn’t seem to mind it in the least. Often had she considered dating someone in the same line of work as her, perhaps a partner from the company; and at finding herself developing—feelings for one Scott Lang, she couldn’t help but find the irony of the difference quite funny. However, she wouldn’t change a thing.

Hope hears the knock at the door from the bedroom, even as faint as it had sounded. But considering she wasn’t done getting ready, she doesn’t answer. He can wait a little bit, right? And then comes a text from him, making a brow raise as she reads it quietly, and with a quirk of her lips, Hope shakes her head before replying.

[Text]: The door is open, you can walk in and wait in the living room [Text]: Next time you might want to let me know exactly what time you’re picking me up

It’s a light teasing, one that is quite familiar among them by now, and she can’t help but make it. It’s also a form of relaxing from the anxiousness she feels at such an odd thing. Because despite her looks and motivations in life, she was a fairly simple woman and she could only hope Scott didn’t think he had to bring her to an expensive restaurant to impress her.

If her expectations weren’t high when it came to what they’d be doing that evening, they would be just fine.  Truthfully, he wasn’t the type to try to win someone over with lavish gifts and impressive acts mostly because he didn’t have the means to provide them or desire to have them.  A candlelit dinner at some fancy place wasn’t even a consideration - instead he hoped she’d be keen on doing something ... normal.  Normal was a relative term, wasn’t it?  Their normal today was nothing like their normal a few weeks ago, it had all changed.

None of this was his plan but he wasn’t about to complain about that kiss.  For all he knew, the successful mission that day was the last time he’d see her.  When she kissed him it changed everything he thought about her and even about himself.  Scott had become adept at accepting things he couldn’t change - he never would be with his ex-wife again and he’d likely never be have the normal white picket fence life so many people enjoyed.  Maybe she put nothing more into the act than just a moment of happiness but it had been on his mind since it happened.

A woman like Hope could have any guy and likely if she made the time she would have any guy.  Scott was an ex-con, a somewhat decent hero at best and he’d been fired by Baskin Robbins.  Listing things out in his head, nothing about them being moments away from a date made sense.  She could do better and he knew her enough to know they both were aware of that.  While the temptation to dwell on the ‘why’ was there he was much more consumed with the fact it was happening at all. “What we need a schedule now?  I was just trying to surprise you but now I’m in your living room like I’m waiting at a dentist office or something.  This is a little weird.”