Scott Lang hated every second he missed in his daughter's life. But this wasn't based on the occasion he was responsible for, this was for the five years.... That he wasn't even aware passed.

She is so big now... His peanut, his little girl. It outweighed any opinion he had about the business he and his friends created or what it grew to. He missed out again and thought she was dead. He lost that even as a hero. Even as a bigger man.

And he could smile, catch up but it was still there. Worse than every ant at once biting every inch of him. He would have preferred to tear himself in half internally because of the particles. It was incredible agony..

He buried it for a while. And it came up when he and Hope were working together with Cassie trying to be a part of it. Only for it to erupt, to grow worse because of the Quantum Realm. Others find their way, trying to manipulate it.

He lost it in an encounter with a conqueror. The one who was responsible for what could have been, and what wasn't. Who laughed in his face. Saying he was the second one to throw a punch and throw away the plan.

It was blowing up in his face but the blessing that arrived. The helping hand.

Another Cassie, one whose features but life were essentially the same... A suit of her own, and issues of her own. Watching her father fall to this conqueror as she was sent away.. And guided there by someone he knew only by reputation. Teaching them the term variant.

They won in the end, they bonded. It was uncomfortable, confusing and messy... But wasn't that his family? The same kind of messy history that built up his past relationships of any kind.

He had his daughters. He never lost them, not in the ways he saw. They would remember. They would be there.

Cassie Lang. His girls. Peanuts