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Ch. 54: Scott Lang

I huffed, looking down at my phone. Of course Sam had me go out and fetch this guy. I mean, yeah, I get it, but I would rather be rethinking my life decisions than going out in public where Ross could find me.

No problem though, right? As long as we win.

I shoved the phone in my pocket, knocking on the door to the house. I shoved my hands into my pockets as well, glaring at the white door in front of me through the sunglasses I was wearing.

I heard footsteps rush towards the door and open it. I swiftly made my way inside before shutting the door. I turned to the man and pointed a hand at him, "Scott Lang- oh."

Standing in front of me was a man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans and his arms were raised. I tilted my head at him, lowering my pointed hand. He looked around, "I don't know what you think I did, but I definitely didn't do it."

Once I heard his voice, I put my hand down. My lips twitched up into a smile as I looked at him dumbfounded. I shook my head before taking off my sunglasses, putting them in my pocket, "How on Earth did you meet Falcon?"

He lowered his arms, tilting his head in confusion, "I, uh... Well, long story."

I took off the hood I was wearing, before walking past him and up the stairs to the other door. I hummed quietly, "Well I guess we have some time. I definitely would rather wait and listen than get on the road again."

Scott followed me, yelling out, "You know you're invading my house, right?"

"Technically you've invaded several different homes," I responded, glancing back at him. He frowned at that and I chuckled, "Don't worry, no hate here. It's pretty handy for what I need you for."

I stepped up and walked into his house, sitting down at the nearest table. I turned around and looked towards him. He stuttered over his words, "Me? You want me? Gosh, that's only happen like twice-"

"It's nice to meet you again. It's also nice to see you're not hanging around old makeshift tombstones," I hummed, grabbing a napkin from the table and folding it.

I noticed the confusion that was present on his face before it bloomed into realization, "That's you! You're Piper!"

I shook my head, "Yes and no. Piper isn't my name. You can call me Miller, or if you'd rather, Archangel."

He sat down at the table as well, directly across from me. His eyebrows were raised in surprise at what I had just told him, "You're Archangel? You're telling me that I've met two Avengers, and one of them I didn't even know it was them? Cool..."

I scratched my chin, tilting my head, "Yeah yeah I'm an Avenger, big deal. You've probably seen the news, right? I might be a wanted criminal at the moment."

"How does that even work? I mean you've literally defended the world several times and now you're wanted? I was wanted for petty crimes but you never did anything-"

"The world disliked us for the Sokovia incident. Some of us don't agree with what the world is trying to tell us," I interrupted, looking at him, "That's why I'm here. I've been sent by the lovely Avenger that you encountered a while ago."

"The Falcon is requesting me?"

"Yep. Whatever you did left a memory on him. I honestly want to know what it was about because he looked pretty ashamed about it and didn't even want to mention it to me."

Scott was quiet for a second before scratching his neck, "Man, I feel honored that you guys want me of all people, but I've given up that life."

"If another event like New York or Sokovia goes down, the government might not let us Avengers even lend a hand. They'd handle it their way," I frowned.

Scott seemed like his interest was peaked with what I had to say. He tilted his head before questioning me, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. The government has taken complete control over all Avengers operations. We don't really even have half of the freedoms that we once did," I explained, getting up to my feet. I put my hands in my pockets as I sighed, "So that's why we need you. I'm afraid that some of us have strayed onto the wrong side of this."

He nodded his head slowly, understanding what I was trying to explain to him. He placed a hand under his chin, rubbing it very dramatically. I leaned back against the wall, watching him closely. He turned around as he glanced around his house before turning back to me, a grin forming on his face, "I would love to help you guys stop the once-good bad guys. Man, I feel so honored right now."

I nodded my head quickly, pushing off from the wall. I gestured towards his home, glancing around, "Well, grab anything that you will need to take with you. I'll be waiting downstairs, and I'll be inside so please don't take long. We are short on time."

Scott saluted towards me and turned away, rushing off to some place in the apartment. I turned away from where he went and towards the door. I opened it and walked down the stairs. I stretched, yawning as I rubbed my eyes.

My phone vibrated and I pulled it from my pocket, glancing down at it. A message from Sam was on my screen, and I read "He didn't tell you anything, right?"

I quickly responded back to him, "No. Well, not yet."

I turned around to see him walking down the stairs with a very small bag in his hands and wallet in the other. I put the phone away and yanked out my sunglasses. I put them on and opened his door. I stepped outside and he stepped outside with me, placing on his own sunglasses.

I scratched my neck and started walking. He followed me until we turned into a alley. I turned to him and clapped my hands, "Alright, get that suit on."

He looked confused, "Now? I mean, in New York?"

I nodded my head, "We are flying to Germany, buddy. Get that suit on and hop in my pocket, then we're taking off. Also, take this so we can talk during the flight."

I tossed him an earpiece and turned around and stretched as I heard faint rustling and zipping noises. I yawned once again before taking off the jacket that I wore and I tied it around my waist. I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced around.

Scott was clad in his suit, and gave me a thumbs up. He clicked his thumb down and disappeared in front of my eyes.

So that's why he's called Ant-Man.

I knelt down and put out my hand, seeing a very, very tiny Scott rustle onto my outstretched palm. I lifted him up and opened the pocket on my shirt. He jumped in it and I zipped it shut as much as I could, giving him enough room to breathe.

I looked up at the sky and let my wings manifest before lifting off into the air. I manuvered myself around in the air and sighed, shutting my eyes, "Germany, here we come."

"Is it a little late to mention that I don't like heights?"

"Yes, Scott. It is."

"Oh."