marvel imagines

grocery store - scott lang

"Why on earth do they keep moving the pesto?" You grumbled to yourself, hands on your hips.

You had been looking for ten minutes in the last location you had found it, and could not see it for the life of you.

"Right above you," a man's voice said from beside you.

You jumped slightly, having been so wrapped up in your own world that you hadn't noticed him standing there. You turned to see he was very attractive—brown hair that matched the scruff on his defined jaw, hazel eyes and a kind, goofy smile.

Your face grew hot as you looked two shelves above your head and spotted the pesto. "Thank you. I swear I can be so oblivious sometimes."

"No problem," he chuckled. "I do the same thing sometimes."

"Daddy! I found the waffles!" A little girl with pigtails bounded over to his side, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

He grinned, patting her head. "This one keeps me in line."

The girl had his hair, long and braided into pigtails and eyes a shade darker than his. She stared up at you with a gap-toothed smile. "You're very pretty," she said as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

Your heart melted in your chest. "Aww, you're very pretty too. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a princess."

She giggled, reaching up to take her dad's hand, swinging it in her own as she spoke. "I'm not a princess. I'm a spy like my daddy."

Your face must have looked shocked as he sputtered to explain. "Oh, no I'm—it's not, I don't really...it's a long story."

You were definitely intrigued, your eyes sweeping over his left hand that held his daughter's seeing he didn't have a ring. Even more intriguing.

You laughed. "I take it you're not nine-to-five kind of guy?"

His cheeks dusted pink, obviously embarrassed by his daughters allusion to his career. He shook his head, his breathy laugh matching your own. "Little less cubicle, a little more classified."

"Yeah, daddy says I can't tell people that he saves the world," the little girl chattered. "But I don't really know why."

"Cassie!" Her dad scolded, but there was no anger in his voice, just shock.

You just shook your head, looking down at the little girl. "Sounds like your daddy is a very humble man." You then turned your attention back to him. "Sorry, I'm probably holding you guys up. Thank you for your help, my pasta would be pesto-less without you."

His goofy grin returned as he reached up behind you, the height difference making it far easier for him to reach it than it would be for you. He held the small glass container out to you. "I'm honored to be your pasta's knight in shining armor."

Your face grew incredibly hotter as you took it from him, your hand brushing his. You placed it in your car and made your way down the isle, mentally kicking yourself for not getting his number.

Once your groceries were paid for and loaded into your cart, you made your way back to your car. As you strolled through the parking lot you heard something hit the ground next to you. Looking down, you saw a can roll towards you. You picked it up and turned to see who had dropped it.

"I think this belongs to you," you said, catching the attention of the hot dad once again.

His eyebrows raised, a smile stretching across his features. "Ah, looks like now you're the knight in shining armor of our dinner," he teased, taking the canned corn from you and placing it back in its bag. "Although I'm sure your pasta will be much better than our exclusively microwaved cuisine."