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it’s been awhile since scott has seen thor. two years too long actually, he was starting to miss his croc buddy. but he understood why he wanted to earth. for one this place was a shit hole. especially compared to the place he came from. asgard with all it’s magic and gold floor and something about a rainbow bridge. and that’s nice actually, that they openly supported the lgbtq community. they needed all the love and support they could get.

he had agreed to meet the god of thunder downstairs by the door so they could go out and buy more crocs. scott had agreed to pay the tab. one of these days they were going to have to find thor a job that he could start working whenever he decided to pop on earth. scott smiles when he sees thor approaching. “hey man. you ready to go?”

the kitchen. that’s the best place to be no matter where you are. and that’s the place scott is headed. he’s been in this place for a total of three days and he’s been doing absolutely nothing. he wonders if he should go home. there was nothing here to steal, and his drum set was at home.

that’s when he spots the boy sitting on top of the counter munching on something and scott eyes him and the food he’s harboring. “watcha got there buddy? anything good?”

Boredom. Her least favorite emotion had started the round of tonight’s event. What was a girl to do? A tight rope stroll along the rooftop ledges and fifteen minutes later the idea had struck her. With the recent damages to buildings, there was bound to be a few cracked safes, just waiting for her sticky paws to teach the owner a lesson in insurance.

Of course, that was only half the fun. Observing her handy work and the mistified body who’d come in. Chin on the back of her hand, a smirk played at her lips. That mischevious twinkle in her masked eyes. “I think you’re about five minutes too late. I’d offer a hand but,” she bounced the jewel from knuckle to knuckle before placing in her belt, “My hands are full.”

Recovering from the trip back to Earth from space was an....experience. He thought going to space was going to be fun, but it took a toll on his body. Maybe it’s because he’s old...and not a super being. It took a day for the dizziness and feeling of nausea to go away. Now all that is left is his weird appetite. Scott is usually always hungry, but since being back he’s been stuffing his face less. He can’t really wait for this to pass because he misses tacos.

Catching the glimpse of someone on the rooftop is what pulls him from his reprieve. ‘Hmm, seems interesting.’ He thinks and reverting back to his thieving skills he follows her effortlessly. Scott slips into the house behind her and man was this place loaded. But he doesn’t do this type of thing anymore....but is this rich snob really going to notice a jewel missing? Scott walks into a room just in time to meet the person he was following. “No, you’re good. I was bored and decided to follow you and see what you were going to do.” He says looking at the piece of jewelry she managed to get before it disappears into her belt. “Taking advantage of the rich after a storm. I admire that.”

Well, while the world was ending, going to a coffee shop didn’t look too good but Peggy needed some coffee. Immediately. She looked up at the sign at an entrance where she was pretty sure was a coffee shop. It read Starbucks. When she entered, the nice aroma of coffee welcomed her, but the bliss ended for only a moment, for she was suddenly swarmed with weird orders flying around. Looking lost, she entered the line, hoping coffee was an ordinary order for she just couldn’t deal with weird named lattes and more.

@oftimeheist

The only thing Scott liked from Starbucks was the strawberry frappes and after everything he deserves one. Preferably with a side dish of orange slices, but he’s going to have to go to the dollar store and get them. He’s in line behind someone and it looks like she’s struggling, so he decides to help her. “Just get her a tall regular coffee.” He says looking at the cashier before turning to look at the woman. “Oh! Wow, hi. Peggy Carter right? I’ve read all about you. You look even more badass in person. Ordering coffee just isn’t the same anymore is it?” He asks and then thrust out a hand. “Scott. Scoot Lang, a pleasure meeting you ma’am.”

‘Is that Paul Rudd?’ He hears someone says and he looks up to see a couple people staring at him as they walks past and Scott gives a small smile and wave at them. He doesn’t know who this Paul guy is but people seem to be interested in him. And funnily enough as Scott looks around he ends up spotting a poster with this guy on it and, “Holy shit!” He looks just like him. “Dude, I’m famous!”

Scott smiles eagerly at the other, nodding his head. “Yea! I heard you were so into these now and Wal-Mart was having a massive sell on them so I got every color they had. Or well I tried, but this old lady was not willing to give up the red ones and she was strong to be so old. But yea, I even got a pair for myself. People really underestimate crocs.” 

“At this point in my life, you would think that I could handle a little existential crisis, but this is next level.”

“I need pie.”

“Tell me about. Try being stuck in the wuatum relam that you got sucked into through a portal in the back of an ex-con van, only to come out five years later to half the world destroyed. Though to me it was only five hours. This stuff now - this is level one stuff.”

the whole situation had jean on edge and she could tell that it wasn’t only herself but rather the force within her that could feel the dangers of not knowing. the whole thing was like deja vu to the red head mutant and she could only hope that it wasn’t going to end the way it had for jean. 

all the pent up energy she had hadn’t been resolved in the gym but rather in the kitchen.  holding up a basket to the other, jean offered a warm smile as she extended the cookies out to the other in front of her, “want one? i have made way too many and i need to get rid of them somehow besides me eating the whole basket full.”

all he did was really follow the smell. cookies were like a beacon to his soul and anytime they were in his vicinity he had to have them. the smell lead him straight into the kitchen and did he die and go to heaven? because not only were their cookies, but there was a nice woman there holding them out to him as if they were specifically made for him.

scott gives her a big grin before scooping one up from the basket and biting into it. he groans appreciatively around the chocolate goodness and nodded his head in approval. “oh yea, these are awesome! thanks for making them.” he finishes the first cookie off before grabbing another one. “sorry, where are my manners. i’m scott, scott lang.” he says thrusting out his free hand for her to shake. 

“We thought and it would have been because a Chitauri army ten times bigger than the one that invaded New York, invaded Wakanda but Thanos got the stones before we could get there.” Maria sighed and shrugged. “They’re not our biggest threat anymore but their technology is still useful, you should see what this babies can do.” Maria said holding back a smile, she enjoyed weapons, she had been surrounded by them from the time she was in High School. “Well you know… the power of Christ compels or whatever.”

Scott hums thoughtfully. “Well, maybe we can still learn from it and use it’s technology to build some awesome weapons. If it’s from an alien planet then that means it’s more advanced then anything we could ever have, especially now since we’re rebuilding the world.” Already a million thoughts of what they could achieve was running through his mind. “You’re going to need Holy water if you plan on doing an exorcism.” He jokes lightly.

“Well, Loki came to NYC with an army of these things and he warned us Thanos would be back and so we thought hey, why not learn more about them and their weapons to be prepared but then, you know… Got dusted before we could test it… If you touch the goo you’ll probably get sort of… Possessed/Infected, so … safety equipment.”

Scott hums softly, looking over the piece of tech as Maria talks. “And you guys think we still need to study this and use it to protect Earth?” It would be helpful he supposes, considering whatever it is that’s about to crash onto Earth. “I think out biggest threat is gone but there’s nothing like taking precautions.” He says to her and then nods slowly. “The last thing I need is to be possessed. I hear that isn’t much fun.”

Maria smirks at the man and shrugs.

“I do, I have your dossier, I probably know things about you, you didn’t wish I did, regardless, unless it’s an Chitauri electrical engineering degree, I’m still not gonna let you play with this in the middle of this place. If you want to potentially blow yourself up, take it somewhere else, damage control you know? The Chitauri are half machine, half biological… Virus type thing.” Maria said as she checked the bomb to make sure it was disarmed and threw it at Scott. “So just… You know, don’t touch any goo.”

Scott squints his eyes at her. He wonder if she knows about the time he stole a chest full of porn mags. In his defense, he didn’t know they were porn mags until he got home. They were stashed in a fancy looking chest box. Scott had expected there to be jewels or maybe some cash. Not some treasured exotic mags from the 1940′s. He blinks a little at her, most of what Maria said going over his head and he nods slowly. “Yea, alright. No messing with it in here and not touching the goo.” He repeats catching it. “So, what are you guys trying to find out about it anyway?”

Maria was walking through the Avengers Headquarters, eyes trained on the tablet on her hands, she didn’t know what made her look up but she was glad because she found Scott Lang with one of her and Nick’s latest hobbies and she rushed towards him.

“Lang!” She called and took the device, she was sure they had placed them in safe places but maybe she had been wrong. “That’s a… a bomb! A disarmed bomb…” Maybe.

@oftimeheist

Scott always had a habit of picking up things he shouldn’t. That’s how he became a thief in the first place. And learning how to take it without being seen came later, but anyway. He watches as the device and taken from his hands and he almost pouts. 

“A bomb? I know how to handle a bomb. I have a master’s in electrical engineering ya’know.”

general info: 

Name/Alias: Scott Lang/ Ant-Man

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Team/Group: Avengers/ Ex-Cons

Faceclaim: Paul Rudd

Penned by: Summer

wanda laughed softly as she took the drink from scott, sipping at it before she replied. “oh, thank you. you’re very kind,” she mused with a soft smile, nodding her head, “yes – i’m wanda. and you’re scott, yes? ant-man. it’s nice to see you again. and even better that we aren’t fighting someone like last time. though i suppose that won’t last for long, but…” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. “anyway,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment. “i’m a mutant. one of the stones was used on myself and my brother as an experiment and it brought out our mutations. his is… was… speed. mine, chaos magic. what do you use to make yourself shrink or grow?”

“no problem. this punch is really good and i would hate to see it go to waste.” he smiles at her and moves to seat down beside her. “yea, scott. and it’s nice to see you too. that battle was kind of brutal wasn’t it? i almost got stepped on a couple times, but luckily i was able to dodge the footsteps.” scott nods along when she explains her power and when she stumbles at the mention of her brother it doesn’t go unnoticed by scott, but he also doesn’t mention it either. “oh that’s cool! so the reality stone can’t do much harm to you by itself then huh?” he asks and then smiles when she asks about the pym tech. “so hank pym, the genius behind the suit, created this formula called pym particles and they are what allow me to shrink and grow.” he pauses for a bit. “there’s other things that contribute too. like i have to press the button on my suit to activate it. but it’s really cool.”