Scott Lang sits with his feet propped up on the coffee table, enjoying takeout, watching Godzilla. Not the new one with pretty boy and the Olsen sister that no one knew anything about. The old one. He grumbles to himself, "Become an Avenger, they said. It'll be fun, they said. We promise you missions but, secretly, we'll put you down for guard dog duty-"

"-Hey, Tictac, you there?"

Scott chokes on his horrible takeout, pressing his com to answer the Falcon. "Here. What's up?"

"Sensors on the perimeter are being breached. The intruder is in the weapons bay. Go check it out."

"Ant-Man is on it.

"Dude, you gotta get a new name."

Scott cuts him short and changes into his suit, hurrying down to the weapons bay. He moves quietly, looking for the intruder.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you in a similar suit that he's wearing. You are leaning over a barrel of Stark tech. "Hey!"

"Oh, Scottie boy," you chuckle, turning around so Scott can see you.

Scott's jaw drops, seeing his old partner from a job he did in the early 00s right in front of him. He had a thing for you then, but it's been at least ten years since you have seen each other. "[Y/n]? Are you f-ing serious? I thought you were-"

"-In jail? Yeah, thanks for bailing on me." You gives Scott a wink, turning back to grab the tech.

Scott runs up to you, preparing to do something to stop you. You dodge, knocking him over the head. "Sweet dreams, Scottie boy."

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Several Hours... And One Major Headache Later

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"So, let me get this straight, Tictac. You, our newest Avenger, got beat up by a cat burglar?"

Scott groans, covering both his eyes with the ice bag. "Shut up, birdbrain."

TO BE CONTINUED...