Scott Lang

“You have to tell me why we're committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

"It's just like a little felony- it'll be fine." He paused. "I hope." Scott looked around. God he hated Hank sometimes. The man really had too much confidence in himself that his plans would work. Like telling him he won't get caught. Hank seemed to forget that Scott always seemed to get caught. "Plus it's for like the greater good so they'll overlook it."

“Thanks for not saying I told you so.”

Scott shrugged, "I wasn't completely right either! Though usually I'm the one who's completely wrong, so it's nice not being in that position for once."

No one quite grasped how monumental these celebrations were. For Kwannon, anyways. The narrower the world had become; in terms of connection and information, the broader acceptance and living in wholeness had become. Just within his own cultural difference, they weren't allowed to display such intricate and intimate moments. Then again, he was raised to be a blade and refined like Damascus. Pressurized and resilient like diamond. "I'm sorry," he pauses. The faux glasses pushed upon the bridge of his nose. Mouth certainly ready to collect the sweetened confection of American cotton candy. He anticipated the over-saturation of sugar and wanted nothing more in the moment. His tongue hefts as he freezes where he stood. "I don't think you all understand how pivotal this parade is. I encourage you to celebrate and ...," Eyes shift down to the myriad of spun strands, immediately breaking himself from the impulse to count each one. "...Me to enjoy my sugar rush."

Scott smiled at the other man, taking a moment to then look around at everything. "Oh I'm sure- I mean it's become so much of a bigger event than when I was a kid even. Plus there are places in the world where this sort of thing is illegal." He agreed with the man. He knew that there were so many places, on this planet alone where being gay still had to be hidden and those who were discovered suffered severe consequences. They were lucky. He always felt awkward speaking out as a straight, or at least mostly straight, white man.

"My dear son of Ants," Thor said, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I own many axes. And we have several gyms in the tower that Tony has assured me can withstand even my strength." He beamed at Scott. "I find myself needing to... 'Blow up steam,' I believe the phrase is. Come! Join me!"

"Oh I'm not-" He had started to say but got cut off. Scott decided to just leave it be. "Oh! Oh uh- yeah that'd be cool." He grinned at the other man. "That's probably a much better idea then going to a regular place considering your super strength and all."

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"An Axe? No but I've been wanting to go to one of those places! But they're so god damn expensive!" He sighed in frustration. "You tryin' to go?"

anna marie was used to being around big groups of people , at least other mutants , but joining a new superhero team has her feeling all sorts of uneasy . avengers hq was completely different to xavier's mansion , she's already lost after wandering the corridors for so long . so she's grateful when she turns the corner and is greeted by a fairly familiar face .

"I know it's huge!" He said, nodding along. "See here's the thing. I'm lost too." Scott told her, seeming totally serious for a moment. Then he grinned. "Nah I'm just kidding! But where are you trying to go because I do only know how to get to like three different rooms and that's it."

"I hardly think a bag of chips is enough for one of us," Barry laughed, especially when one considered his enhanced metabolism thanks to the Speed Force. "Hey, tell me something. How fast can Antman fly? Can he keep up with the Flash? Wanna race?"

Scott laughed, mostly out of surprise at the question. "Antman can't- I mean I can't technically fly." He'd accidentally almost referred to himself in the past tense, mostly because Barry had for a moment. "I get really small and fly on top of a flying Ant, Ant-ton, but he just flies at the regular speed of a flying Ant. Now Ant-ony was fast! At least you know- for an Ant. Man I miss him."

"Are we talking about the size of your body or your intellect? Because it's the former on both of those," Edward asked in return, brow raised as he watched the other man frantically looking around. It wasn't the first time he saw him like that, and it wasn't the last time either, which annoyed Edward more than it would have in general. "Come on, switch back. I'm not in the mood of handling anyone suing you for tripping over your short ass."

"Hey!" He yelled in response to the other mans comment about his intellect, though it was a rather delayed response. But he would currently choose to blame that on the alcohol. "Fine." He grumbled, fumbling for a moment before pressing the button to return him to normal size. "So are you just here to bully me? Because I do not appreciate it."

Barry smiled gratefully at Scott's offer, his stomach grumbling in response to the tantalizing scent of the chips. "Sure, thanks," he replied, reaching out for a handful. "You should have told me you were getting food though! We could have gone to Big Belly Burger!"

"It's just some chips, we could still go there." Scott shrugged. "I'm always down to get more food." He told him. "Plus I don't think one bag of chips would be enough for both of us."

Mantis blinked, her large eyes widening with amusement as she tilted her head, considering the peculiar question. "Oh, well, I've always been told that I am quite small, actually," she replied with a serene smile, her delicate antennae twitching slightly. "But I believe we are exactly the size we are meant to be in this moment. Are you alright?"

"Huh," He said while looking at his hands and then back at her. After a moment of awkward silence he finally responded. "Yup. Should probably be cut off though. Didn't realize they made the drinks so strong here."

"Oh, now you show up. And I thought I had bad time management."

Scott shrugged, "I was stopping to get food, want some?" He said holding out a bag of chips.

"Does anyone know what we're supposed to be doing?" Sam plopped down in the seat beside the other. "I wasn't, as per my usual, paying any attention."

"I was paying attention but I didn't understand half of what they said," He told her. "So does that really even count?"

"Sorry, Scott, it's not you," Micah replied, rubbing at his temple. "I had a late night. You know how it goes."

"Yeah? Everything alright?" He asked, worried about the boy. He tended to worry about those younger than him. "Not sure if I could help or anything but, you never know! I've had a lot of life experiences."

“No, you can’t come in here and distract me.” Tony said, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. “I have like 80 more piles of this shit to go through.”

Scott shrugged, "I could try and help you- if you pay me. You know being an Avenger in itself doesn't exactly pay the bills."

"This is going to be the longest hour of my life."

"Well that's a little mean, I don't think I'm that bad."

"Oh. No," she said in response to the other, with a smile -- though she waved her hand dismissively. "I don't dance. It would be catastrophic, I promise."

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Alright, your loss because I am amazing on the dance floor." Scott said, most definitely exaggerating. "I can out cha-cha slide everyone here."