Marvel/DC One Shots{Requests Closed}

Stitches - Scott Lang One Shot

You hadn't always stayed on the straight and narrow, you were a troublemaker but you never intended for it to happen. You had a normal life until you were sixteen and everything sort of fell through and now you spent your time in and out of trouble. You were well-known around these parts as a fighter, someone who wouldn't back down no matter the opponent. You really didn't enjoy it but it was something you seemed to be pretty darn good at and so that's what you did.

You had become friends with a few of the police officers that had taken you in so often for the various charges you had racked up. Hope, a woman you had recently met through these friends along with a man by the name of Hank. It took you a while to trust the two but you became good friends with them and the street fighting all but stopped. Now, you spent your time honing those skills with Hope, she was impressive and taught you everything she knew.

You weren't a great thief, but you were pretty good at staying hidden when situations called for it or fight your way out which is what usually happened. Hank had insisted that you were going to be fine, that you were going to work with a professional and everything would be done before you could even blink. You didn't have any reason not to believe him and so you trusted his decision as you got into the large black van. You were introduced to the group of three but only one name stood out to you, Scott.

You swore up and down that you had heard that name before, that you had seen his face somewhere but you had to ignore the thought. It was time for you to be the distraction, you were here to talk and keep the men busy as the others got into the building to steal what they needed. You did your best, tried hard to keep them busy but Scott had been found and now you were fighting along side him.

"Fuck!" left, duck, right, right and another left.

"Hurry it up, Scott! I can only do so much!" you shouted at the small man as he darted across a table with one man shooting at him and another fighting with you. A quick glance over your shoulder earned you a punch to the cheek which sent you to the floor, the man hovered over you and you closed your eyes tight waiting to hear the gun fire but you didn't.

"Thanks, Luis" you panted as the man offered you a hand that you gladly took. Standing on slightly wobbly feet you felt your cheek only to wince at the feeling of a large gash. You didn't have time to worry or time to think about how bad it would look later on, right now you still had to get out.

You winced with each stitch placed into the soft flesh of your cheek,

"Looks awful, you know" Scott's voice broke your concentration and you resisted the urge to turn your head away from the medic as he stitched you up.

"Because I didn't already know that, thank you for pointing it out" you grumbled as best you could sarcastically as you felt him move to your left.

"Thanks for saving my ass back there" he said crossing his arms over his chest and you were about to respond when Luis interrupted.

"No, no I saved you guys" he whined and you rolled your eyes, "yous said it yourselves!"

"Get out" you pointed harshly towards the door glaring at the Hispanic man as he walked out slightly disappointed.

"He can be really childish sometimes" Scott laughed his hand inching slowly to where yours sat on the table.

"I can see that, now, what did you want because I don't have all day" you were finally able to turn to face him now that the medic was finally done.

"I wanted to know if you'd get some lunch with me?" you felt his finger gingerly touch the place where the stitches met your skin and it stung so you winced.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you I mean they really look like they hurt" you rolled your eyes having had worse to deal with before.

"Sure, I'll go out with you to lunch" you smiled giving him a slightly rough pat on the cheek. His eyes squinted and he laughed following you out towards the streets.

Three years passed since that day and you hadn't been in any trouble which your buddies at the station laughed about, teasing you about it too. You simply took the jokes because with Scott you didn't need a reason to go out looking for fights. Well, you didn't that didn't mean fights didn't come to you and every so often you'd have to 'defend' your title as the towns fighter.

"What on earth happened this time?" Scott asked as you cleaned the large gash on your bicep.

"Some punk decided to try and stab me, got out with my arm intact at least!" you laughed but when you saw the look in his eyes you quieted down fast.

"Sit down" he ordered and you did so without a word, you had a number of scars across your pale skin. Those scars meant you had escaped something that could have been fatal and Scott knew that and it ate at him inside.

"Why do you still fight? I'm here to protect you from this mess and here you are going out and nearly getting yourself killed" he wasn't angry, well not as angry as he should have been with you but more disappointed and worried.

"I, I don't know" you were at a loss for words while you clenched your teeth from the pain of the needle stitching you up again. To be honest you had gotten sick of seeing those needles and feeling this repetitive pain but you just clenched your teeth and bared it.

"Well, don't, I don't need to lose you. I, um I love you" he had your cheeks cupped and was watching your eyes as they darted back to meet his.

"I love you too" you felt a grin creep onto your face.

"How about we 'train' instead of me getting into fights anymore?" he chuckled and let his hands drop to clasp yours.

"Sure, whatever you want."

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It may not make too much sense but this is what came to mind, hope you enjoy it~!