Avengers One Shots

Scott Lang: Parent Teacher Conferences

Y/N POV:

As a teacher, you'd think that there wouldn't be any jitters on the first day of school, but they only increased once becoming a teacher. Going through the class list, I skimmed each name until I got to the L's, noting a familiar name with a dot from my pen. Cassandra Lang: from what her picture is on the school's website, she seems like a good kid, but her name sounds familiar. I just couldn't place where I remember it from.

I brushed the thought aside when the first bus pulled up. Soon, there was the familiar rush of children once again through the halls. Parents pushing kindergarteners to their classrooms, the sounds of high pitched voices talking amongst one another, and the perfect classroom that will be demolished by the end of the day.

Each kid sat in their respective seat with their name on it as I started my lesson plan. The usual introductions with school work and some coloring fun, of course. It wouldn't be first grade without coloring. I like the get to know each kid before the inevitable parent teacher conferences. For younger kids, the first ones occur at the end October so that parents can try to tell annoyed parents why there child is performing poorly.

Even though I'm a veteran, I get nervous every single time. "You are sipping your coffee too aggressive for this half day," my friend Y/F/N said in the teachers lounge. "I hate parent teacher conferences," I replied, trying to drain my drink of all of its contents.

"Look on the bright side, you'll get gifts from parents and be praised about your work and how well you teach." Y/F/N is also a teacher, but teaches for 6th graders so her parent teacher conferences don't occur until the end of the 1st trimester. "That may not happen if the kid hates me and then tells his parents and then I don't get any gifts or any of the praise," I rambled. Y/F/N stopped doing her task and gave me the weirdest look. "Calm down. You're a great teacher, stop worrying so much."

And sadly, she was right. Most of the discussions with the parents went well. I didn't say all because I was still waiting on one more parent. Cassandra, who likes to be called Cassie, is waiting for her parent. She usually stays after school later on Friday's because one of her parents always comes later to pick her up. That is the only day of the week that Cassie doesn't take the bus. Since it was Friday evening, I figured the parent would arrive late.

A knock disrupted me from my lesson plan for next month. "Is this 1st grade parent teacher conferences?" I looked up from my computer to see a male with dark brown hair, olive skin and blue eyes peer into my classroom. "Scott?"

"Y/N, oh my god, how've you been?" He entered and we gave each other a hug, thankful that it hid the blush. I knew Scott when he was a mere teenager in high school. We took lots of the same classes together and we were pretty close until we went to different colleges. I always thought he was pretty cute, but never acted on my feelings. I was too focused on getting into a good college, and I felt like I was never in Scott's league. Now, I don't think I'm even close. He looks the same as he did when he was younger, but with a more rugged look about him that comes with age.

How did this man not age?

I suddenly become very aware of my wrinkled blouse and smoothed it once we parted from our hug. "I'm good. I thought I saw a familiar name when I saw 'Lang' on my sheet."

"Yes, well I see the area keeps findings us alumni back in the same place we started."

"I know! It's weird to know that I was as small as these children going into the same classrooms." We laughed about our old memories in the very school system we grew up in.

"Speaking of children, I hope Cassie hasn't caused too much trouble. I know I can come late on Friday's but I am usually busy during the daytime," Scott said fidgeting a little bit. I swatted with my hand, "Please, after school duty isn't too bad. I get paid extra and she's a great kid. Gets it from her father."

It almost looked like he was blushing, but I couldn't tell as I ushered him to sit down in front of my desk. I pulled up Cassie's file as Scott was looking at my name plaque. All the teachers at the school have them with our first and last names; a gift from the principal and the district a while back.

"So Cassie seems to be in great standing with her academics. Her math is stunning, and always finishes her math sheets earlier than the other kids. However, she does get distracted from time to time during nap time." Scott chuckles in response, "She is a very energetic kid."

"So are most 6 year old's. Don't worry too much about that though, she gets along well with the other kids and is very sociable. Being energetic helps with that," I gave him a smile as he looked up from his lap. Those eyes caught me in my tracks and made me hold my breath for a quick second.

"Well that's it really. Nothing to worry about," I squeaked, not knowing what to say. Scott arose from his chair as we bid our goodbyes. I packed up my bag as I headed out the classroom door. When I entered the parking lot, I heard a light pounding of feet headed in my direction. I turned my head to see a mop of long brown hair running towards me.

"Hiya Cassie!" I exclaimed. She came up to me and said, "Thank you for saying those nice things about me." I laughed at her adultness, "You're welcome, you deserve them." Cassie pulled me in close to her face, "He also said you're really pretty."

That got me to blush profusely as I got to my car. Once I sat in the drivers seat, I smiled to myself. I put the key in the ignition and was about to leave, until I heard a knock on my drivers side window. I jumped a bit and turned, only to see Scott and Cassie in a booster seat. Of course they parked next to me, I thought. I rolled down my window because it looked like he wanted to say something.

"I forgot to thank you for staying late tonight. I - We really appreciate it," Scott said. "It's no worries, I always stay late to finish up work and whatnot," I replied. We waved goodbye as I pulled up the window and drove away.

Thankfully, life went business as usual. Kids sniffy, bundled up, and me getting ready for the holiday season. Unfortunately, there was always a certain someone in the back of my mind.

I tried to stay late more often, but Cassie has been taking the bus more often than usual. But not on the last Friday of November. That Friday I had to take someone's late shift of watching the kids and I was thankful to see Cassie as well as other kids. But mostly her.

Soon all the other kids filtered out until it was just her and I. It was getting late, and I kept checking my watch to see the time until I needed to use the emergency contact number. The sun had set long ago, but Cassie was still awake and as vivacious as ever.

We were in the middle of a doll fashion show, until I heard a squeal next to me. Cassie scampered off to hug her father. "Hi Peanut," he exclaimed as he crouched down to return a hug.

He still didn't notice me on the ground until Cassie tugged on his sleeve. His eyes shot up and met mine. A smile formed on his face as he walked over to me.

"I cannot thank you enough for staying extra late with Cassie. Sometimes lawyers want to swindle you during the early stages of a divor-"

"LA LA LA!" Cassie put her hands on her ears as she screamed. I pursed my lips and scolded her a little. "Sorry," Scott said, "She doesn't like the 'd' word being used."

"Div-" I stopped myself from the look Cassie gave me. "Leaving someone is tough for anyone involved. My previous relationship didn't really end well either."

"Maybe we can mope about our poor dating lives through drinks sometime." Scott asked. I looked at his face that was searching mine for an answer. "If you'd like to, of course." He then added. "Absolutely," I answered. A smile formed across his features as I escorted the pair out of the facility.