"And how exactly do you want me to do that?" Tony asked. As he looked intently at the grinning thief.

"How exactly do you want me to make Lang suffer?" Tony continued. (Y/n) leaning forward on the desk so that there was barely a chick of light between her face and Tony's.

"Oh, please. You out of everyone here, is the best at ruining people's lives. What about all the competitors that you have put out of business over the years? What about all those people that have suffered because of the weapons that Stark Industries used to design? What about all those women that you have slept with and thrown away like they were nothing? Personally, I'd see that as the ultimate in suffering, but what do I know." (Y/n) scoffed, as she reached up and placed her hand delicately against Tony's cheek.

"I want you to use that immense brain of yours. I want you to come up with the most creative way of ruining old Scott's life. And the quicker he suffers, the quicker you get your systems back. I'm sure that Director Fury is already after you to fix this. And from what I know, Lang isn't necessarily at the top your Christmas card list. So, I don't see why the idea of having him suffer, would make you lose any sleep. So, may I suggest that you and the rest of your boy band here, think of something quick. Because if you don't, one of my tricky little programs will kick in, and you'll lose more than you could ever imagine." (Y/n) continued. Tapping Tony softly on the cheek before sitting back in her chair.

"So, you want to destroy his life, out of spite? You are going to ruin everything that Scott has managed.........."

"Oh, no, Captain Rogers. You have this all wrong. I am not going the be the one to destroy Scott's life. I am not going to be the one to ruin anything. Quite the contrary. It will be, you, that does all that. All of you. And the word spite sounds so childish. This is far from mere spite. This is full blown revenge. He didn't care what happened to me, what would happen to my life when he gave my name to the authorities. It didn't mean anything to him, that I would lose everything. That I had to disappear and run for my life. So, I am not going to sit here and pretend that I care about him, now. I am not going to pretend that give a damn about what you, or anyone else thinks of me, either. You can keep your loyalty and your honour, Captain Rogers. I lost both of those the day that Scott uttered my name to the wrong people. I will stick to revenge. For now, at least." (Y/n) interrupted disdainfully, as she looked up at the captain.

"So, may I suggest that you start coming up with something. Because, right about now, Mister Stark will find that one or two of his suits, have begun to quite badly, shall we say, glitch. And if nothing changes, other things might just develop major malfunctions too." (Y/n) added. Looking down at her watch. Grinning as Tony raced out of the door, making his way to the labs.

"Oh, and Stark won't be the only one that might just experience technical issues, around here. But all that will go away as soon as I see Lang suffer. And as soon as he's suffered enough, I will disappear as magically as I appeared. And all your systems will be yours again." (Y/n) told the rest of the team. The others slowly leaving. Making their way to the labs, to see if the thief's current threats, were as true as the rest of them had been.

                                                        >>--------------------------------<<

Scott dropped his head into his hands. His mind taking in every word that (Y/n) had just said. Since Tony had stormed back into the room where (Y/n) sat, Scott had been listening from the other room. The ex-convict watching the scene unfold from the other side of the two way mirror. This really wasn't like the (Y/n) he had known. Despite her "work", she had always seemed to have a good heart. She had saved his ass on more than one occasion. On much more than one occasion. He had never been the thief she was. Yet she had always dragged him along. Making sure that he did everything that he needed to do, and then making sure that he got out safe. She had always split any money she got, right down the middle. Simply holding up her hand to stop his protests whenever he would try to say that he didn't deserve it.

He had always got a sense, though she had never actually come right out and said anything, that she had been hurt in the past. Let down, betrayed. That perhaps, she had even been abandoned, and that was why she had never done that to him. But he had never had the nerve to actually ask. So, when he had heard her say that she had lost all loyalty and honour the day that he had given the authorities her name, it proved to him just how much damage he had really done. How much he had hurt her.

Finally looking up, Scott saw (Y/n) walk slowly around the small room. He could swear that she was more beautiful than the last time that he saw her, on their final job together. More exquisite. More elegant. More........well, just more everything. He had always thought that she was perfect. Amazing. Wonderful. But now, now she was even more so. Scott sure that whatever she had been doing. Wherever she had been hiding for the past two years, it had only seemed to improve her in every way. Apart from her wanting to exact revenge on him, of course.

Suddenly, (Y/n) stopped right in front of the two way mirror. Her hand reaching up to softly rest on the glass. Her eyes staring deep, beyond her own reflection. Scott sure that she could see him sat there, looking back at her.

"I know you're there Scott. I don't have to actually see you to know that you've been watching. Now that your new pals are off, trying to figure out what I've been able to do to Stark's suits. What say you and I talk? What say, you stop trembling like the coward that you are and come out of your little hiding place. Or do you require your Ant-Man suit for that? Is it that, that you need to give you the guts to be a hero? Or can you be a hero without it? Can you stand before me and justify what you did, without Hank Pym's invention? Or are you scarred? Guilty? I doubt that you have even thought about me once since that day. I doubt that I am even a fleeting memory. But believe me, by the time your friends have finished with you, you'll remember me. In fact, you will never, ever forget me. And when this is all over, I might even tell you why I had to run. Tell you why S.H.I.E.L.D has been trying to kill me for the past two years." (Y/n) called through the mirror. Scott's eyes growing wide at her words. Quickly getting to his feet and making for the door. Scott knowing that he needed to know more about what she had just admitted. And that he didn't want to wait.