avengers x male reader (requests are open)

SCOTT LANG

Y/N stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the glowing friend request.

Scott Lang.
Profile picture: Him with a taco, eyes wide and mid-bite. Caption: "Who needs a quantum realm when you’ve got Taco Bell?"

You laughed under your breath. Definitely your type of weird.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him pop up under “People You May Know.” The algorithm had been shoving him in your face for weeks. Apparently, you shared five mutuals—mostly people from a science and tech forum you occasionally posted in. One of them messaged you: “Hey, I think you’d really like this guy. He’s funny, nerdy, and has a thing for robotics too.”

You finally gave in and hit accept.

Moments later, a message popped up.

Scott Lang:

Wow. We did it.
This is the beginning of something magical. Or maybe just deeply awkward.

You grinned.

Y/N:

I’m voting magical. With a touch of awkward. For spice.
So… you like tacos and physics?

Scott Lang:

Who doesn’t? I’m also into miniaturization, ants, and dad jokes that make people groan.

Y/N:

So you’re saying you’re an ant-agonist?

Scott Lang:

That pun has earned you dinner.

One Week Later – Dinner in the City

You met at a quiet little Thai place tucked between two bookshops, the kind of place where the spice levels were either "mild" or "death wish."

Scott was already there when you arrived, nervously adjusting his sleeves. He stood when he saw you.

“Hey, Y/N!” he greeted you warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I was starting to think you ghosted me.”

“I don’t ghost,” you said, offering your hand. “Unless I’m cosplaying Danny Phantom.”

That made him laugh—a real, full-chested kind of laugh. “Okay, I’m already regretting not wearing my Nickelodeon t-shirt.”

You sat across from each other and ordered. You got the same dish, both daring each other to try “Level 5: Cry Like Your Ex Just Texted.”

“So,” you said as you sipped your Thai iced tea, “what exactly do you do for a living?”

Scott hesitated, then gave a wry grin. “Well... it’s a bit complicated. I used to work at Baskin-Robbins. They don’t forget, by the way. But now I’m kind of...a consultant.”

You tilted your head. “Consultant?”

He leaned forward. “Okay, fine. I’m Ant-Man.”

You blinked.

“Like... the Avenger Ant-Man?”

He nodded sheepishly. “Yup. Suit, ants, the whole nine yards. I shrink, I grow, I occasionally cause chaos with time travel. Fun times.”

You stared for a beat and then burst out laughing.

“That is... the most elaborate way I’ve ever heard someone say they’re unemployed.”

“Hey!” Scott held up his hands. “I am employed. Occasionally. When the universe is ending or someone’s cat is stuck in the quantum realm.”

You snorted into your drink. “That’s wild. I can’t tell if you’re kidding or if you’re the best liar I’ve ever met.”

Scott leaned in closer and whispered, “Check your pocket.”

You blinked, then reached into your coat pocket... and pulled out a tiny figurine of Ant-Man waving.

“What the hell—?!”

“I may have snuck that in there earlier when I was microscopic,” he said, casually biting into a spring roll.

“That’s both impressive and creepy.”

“It’s part of my charm.”

Later That Night – Walking Down the Sidewalk

You strolled side by side under the dim glow of city lights. The air was cool, and you could hear the distant wail of a siren, the buzz of life continuing around you.

Scott glanced at you. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

“What? Dinners that don’t involve superheroes or tacos?”

He smiled. “Dates. Real ones. I’ve been so focused on Cassie, and... saving the world. It’s easy to forget to live a little.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes we get stuck on survival mode and forget about connection. It’s easy to feel alone even when you're surrounded.”

He looked at you, thoughtful. “That’s exactly it.”

There was a pause, comfortable yet thick with unsaid thoughts.

“Tonight was nice,” you said. “Even if you made me sweat through my shirt with that insane spice level.”

Scott chuckled. “Hey, at least we suffered together. Builds character.”

You turned to him, standing still now beneath a streetlight. “I’m glad I accepted your friend request.”

He looked down at you, suddenly serious. “I am too. You’re easy to talk to. And you see me—not just the Ant-Man stuff, but... me.”

You smiled softly. “You’re pretty hard to miss, Scott Lang.”

He hesitated, then reached for your hand. You let him take it.

“So...” he said, grinning, “Want to come over tomorrow and meet the ants?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a weird metaphor or...?”

“Nope. Actual ants. They're trained. One plays the drums.”

“I’m so bringing my camera.”