#1 Ant Queen

The other groaned, “I think my brain just got turned to mush.”

Before Steve could react another robot spoke up, “You think you have gotten away Avengers? You will know Doom’s wrath.”

Steve gulped turning towards Scott, “I think we should get out of here, after we’re somewhere safe we can rest up. Are you fine to walk or do I need to carry you out of here?”

This was easily another excuse to hold the other one close, but Steve tried to play it off. He totally just wanted to look out for the other; it’s not like he likes him or anything.  He just wanted the other to be completely safe. Yeah! That’s definitely it. He could only hope he wouldn’t be this awkward on the plane ride home…

He was fine, he was fine. Just needed a few minutes to let the dizzy feeling leave. Just a few minutes for the world to stop being tilted. Still seeing Steve’s hand outstretched to him, he had at least enough common sense to take it. Allowing himself to pulled up, which didn’t really help his off feeling but he’d survive. He just wasn’t all that used to jumping out of windows. Weirdly enough not something he had a lot of experience in.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah” He nodded in agreement, finally holding his head as he looked up at the robots that began to fly out of the window.

“I think we should get out of here, after we’re somewhere safe we can rest up. Are you fine to walk or do I need to carry you out of here?” the question really was harder then it should be. Because a chance to touching Captain America, but risking being seen as someone who couldn’t take a bit of a fall. “N, No. No, I’m right behind you.” He reassured, despite his slightly better judgement.

Scott knew he wasn’t nearly as fast as Steve, after all he didn’t really have any powers. But he sprinted off regardless once Steve did, towards where the jet was to land. He only spared a few glances behind him, watching the robots chase after. Firing some sort of green bolt energy thing that had him suddenly deciding that he could go faster. Adrenaline really was something.

It helped him, helped him lose the dizziness, the slight jello feeling in his body. Clearing his head and pumping his lungs full of cold air as he breathed in. If only for a bit, if only for long enough to reach the jet. If only long enough to watch said jet get shot out of the sky as it was landed. “Shit.” the word slipped without thought. Shielding himself with his arms from the brightness of the explosion and the heat it gave off. “Uh Cap?” he asked, voice not cracking a bit as their only means of escape was totally taken away from them.

The last line left chills down Steve’s spine, “There is nowhere you can go that Doom will not know of.” And even though Steve was visibly creeped out by the entire thing Scott still managed to crack some sort of joke, making Steve laugh to himself.

Scott broke a nearby window and Steve noticed the nervousness rush over him, “Uhhh, after you Captain.”

“Come on Scott just call me Steve, it’s much easier.” He half joked, trying to help the other calm down. “I have an idea but you may not like it,” he said as he darted towards the other, picking him up, “So I’m not giving you time to think about it. We need to get out of here.” And with that Steve hurled himself, and the other out the window. As he fell he couldn’t help but notice how warm Scott felt in his arms. Once again it was a wrong time wrong place scenario for Steve to think like that. ‘I need to focus on getting out of here,’ he thought to himself.

The jump wasn’t as high as he initially thought, this would prove to be a good thing. While they plummeted towards the ground Steve fought to place his shield in front of the both of them as a last second attempt to absorb some of the shock. He knew he was going to have to apologize to Scott later but right now all that mattered was getting out of that castle.

Making Captain America laugh? Had to chalk that up as some sort of success right? Though it was mostly that Scott had found it so strange for someone to talk to themselves in the third person he just had to comment. But hey, he’d take what he could get. A uneasy, but honest and slightly proud smile perk at his lips slightly at the sound.

“Come on Scott just call me Steve, it’s much easier.” If they weren’t in such a dangerous situation Scott might’ve swooned. Aright that was a bit over dramatic but being able to call him Steve? Steve even thinking they were close enough for Scott to call him that? Sure he’s always been called Scott or Lang but it wasn’t like he was the leader of some sort of world saving superhero group. He was more like, a temp, kinda just came in from time to time and hung around to steal the food that the HQ had.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked a bit warily, though got his answer soon enough as he was suddenly scooped up. That was the moment that if they weren’t in danger he probably would’ve swooned. So he had a bit of a man crush on Captain America? But who wouldn’t? Super strong, super handsome, super noble, super kind. Super muscles that made it so that Scott could but be lifted up with one freaking arm.

“Wait wait wait wait!!”

Scott definitely didn’t let out a scream as he and Steve were flung out of a window. He definitely didn’t basically cling onto Steve with his arms and legs for dear life, nor did he close his eyes and send a silent pray to any god he could think of, including Thor. 

He could’ve shrunk down to a smaller size, probably would’ve made things easier in all honesty, but he risked losing his grip on Steve and getting squished. So he could only be jostled, jolted and rumbled around as they hit the ground. A wave of nausea hit him and while he knew he took the least amount of damage in that fall he still felt light head and slightly disoriented. “I think my brain just got turned to mush.” he groaned, body unwilling to let go quite yet. Even though he kinda wanted to hold his head.

As he fought off robot after robot he waited for the signal that Scott had worked his magic. It took a bit longer than he expected, and he didn’t want to stay any longer than needed. After fighting robots with the same face over and over he was almost naseous. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of metal clanging against itself or the face that did the trick. All he knew was that this ‘Doom’ guy definitely enjoyed looking at himself.

Fortunately after not too much longer he heard Scott speak up, finally they could get out of that creepy castle. He kept fighting, as an attempt to get back to Scott. That’s when the other rushed up to him, managing to knock out some more robots with a paper clip of all things.

“I have a feeling we overstayed our welcome,” said the other, clearly a bit eager to leave himself.

He shuffled back getting some distance from the growing army of robots, “You know what, you’re absolutely right.”  

His eyes darted around looking for a clean path out. It left him with some choices he didn’t quite like. And the odd just didn’t feel good. “Well Scott, we can either fight some more of these guys or find a window to jump out of. Your call.”

If the answer wasn’t so obvious for Scott, he’d be in awe that Steve was looking to him for the next move. After all Captain America was the leader of the avengers. So open minded, it was amazing, though he knew this wasn’t the time to get all fan boy-ey.

Shrinking himself down to rip at wires and other important looking things on a robot, he reemerged with his answer. “As fun as it sounds to try and go against an endless amount of robots,” he paused to dodge an attack, “I say we get to the jet, drop off the USB and if we’re still feeling it. We could, you know always just go the training room.” He couldn’t go all day like Steve could. The whole I can do this all day  thing was more Captain America then Ant-man. Ant-man had limited stamina.

Taking steps back as he evaded and pursed, Scott kept a steady pace to a window. Or at least close enough so that he didn’t have to book it when he was ready. “Aright, I have an idea.” he piped up, pulling out a small metal bar. “On three. One, two,” on three he threw the item at the robots, and then a disk. The bar grew, and grew, much larger then the paper clip had. It had all but reached wall to wall, crushing nearly everything in its wake as it flew forward. “Oh thank god I got the right length one.” he sighed in relief.

With a momentary lack of enemy Scott felt like he had a second to breathe. And then alarms went off, might have to do with the fact that in the process of destroying the robots the bar also destroyed the computers and anything else that might’ve been important and dangerous.

“You think you have won this Avengers?” An accented voice spoke out from God knew where, but it was definitely Latverian, so he could only assume who it was.

“You are on Doom’s land, if you think you will escape without punishment over what you’ve done you’re foolish. Doom’s bots will find you. There is no where you can go that Doom will not know of.” Scott did pay attention to the threat but he couldn’t help but blurt out a “Did he just refer to himself in the third person?”

scott lang:

a small collection of platonic sentences used in casual interactions between friends, or those who need a moment of platonic sweetness. some are goofy, some are serious, some are just sweet and domestic.

“ you’ve got something there… let me remove it for you! ”

“ lean on me if you’re tired, i’ll keep an eye on the movie… ”

“ you look really good today! ”

“ your hair is really soft, what of braid did you want again? ”

“ i love this. just you, me, an ungodly amount of blankets and netflix. ”

“ if you want it i’ll get it for you, don’t worry! ”

“ you really make my days, you know that? ”

“ nothing makes me happier than being here with you ”

“ hey hey hey, if you wanna share fries you could ask first! ”

“ okay, i’ll give you half of my burger for half of your sundae, okay? ”

“ uh huh? you’re gonna take me? you and what wrestling army? ”

“ oh ? really ? me ? weak ? have you Seen my muscles ? ”

“ can you stroke my back for a moment? i just want some cuddles. ”

“ i just really want a hug today. ”

“ you look like you could use a hug today ”

“ that outfit looks really good on you, by the way ”

“ okay but, taste this, i made this but i can’t tell if it’s tasty — ”

“ come here — let’s sort this out ”

“ if i squish your cheeks together you look like a pufferfish ”

“ oh my god, your hand is MASSIVE compared to mine ”

“ are you serious? is your hand this tiny? let me compare to mine — ”

“ yes please, keep stroking my hair. i need that today. ”

“ you. me. junk food. today was crap and i need Us time. ”

“ is that perfume i recommended to you? it smells really good on you!”

“ you’re hogging the blankets, stop it! ”

“ if i just flop over on your lap, will you let me sleep in peace? ”

“ scoot — over — i need to lie down ”

“ give me your feet and i’ll rub them ”

“ hey now, it’s okay? i’m here for you ”

“ we make a good team though, don’t we? ”

“ hey ( name ) wanna catch a movie later today? ”

“ here you go, your favorite snack — picked up a few on my way over ”

“ well d u h, of course i know your favorite snack. friends do this stuff. ”

“ oh, so you really think i don’t know you? mhm? test me! ”

“ you think you know me? really? okay, what’s my favorite … ( thing )? ”

“ i can’t believe my clothes look better on you. that should be illegal. ”

“ well if this meme isn’t us then i don’t know — ” sends meme.

“ your shoulders are really tense, can you try to sit still? ”