Scene: You meet at the park.
"Come on, Mikey!" You called after your Saint Bernard, Michelangelo. He playfully padded behind you as you looked for a good spot of grass to eat on. It was a sunny Saturday, perfect for a picnic in the park.
Mikey barked twice, signaling that he needed your attention. You grinned widely. Mikey had found the perfect place to eat: a shaded spot of warm grass, close to an oak tree for protection from the breeze.
"Good boy!" You cooed as you scratched his favorite spot behind his ear. You went to sit down and quickly handed him his sandwich so he wouldn't tackle you for it.
He laid his large head on your lap as he chewed his sandwich happily. You sat there for a few minutes, watching couples walk hand in hand, kids play tag on the grass, and others simply enjoy the day as you were. Suddenly, Mikey's head popped up, frozen.
You tensed. Mikey always knew when something wasn't right, so you needed to be alert also. He stood up, slowly prowling upon the unknown danger. He let out a low growl, ready to whip into a full-out bark if needed.
"What is it, Mike-" He bit down on the ground.
Something busted from the dirt. Or rather, someone.
"Woah, woah, woah!" A man in a black and red suit and helmet waved his arms frantically as Mikey barked at him, ready to attack at your command. "Call the dog off! Call the dog off!"
You were startled, but you called Mikey to you anyways. "Mikey, cease!" He stared back at you, his big, brown eyes pleading to play with his new chew toy. "Mikey, cease." He immediately sat down, wagging his tail eagerly.
You took a hesitant step towards the stranger. "Who are you?" You questioned. He pulled off the helmet, shaking his head of the excess dirt. "I'm Scott Lang. Or Ant-Man. Whichever you want."
He reached a hand out for you to shake, his legs being sat on by Mikey. You carefully shook it, still watching him. "Could you, um... Could you get him off of me? He's kind of crushing my legs." You shook your head. "Of course. Mikey, off." Mikey followed your command, getting up to sit beside you.
The man, or Scott, got up and dusted himself off. "Smart dog you've got there." He stared at the dog warily. "Yeah, he sure is. I've trained him since he was born." A question appeared in your mind. "How did you pop out of the ground like that?" He looked up to you and grinned. "You wanna see?"
You had to admit, if he wasn't attractive before, his smile sure topped it off. He put his helmet back on and before you knew it, he was gone. "Woah! Where are you?" Mikey stood at attention as you backed up until you heard a voice close to your ear. "Don't freak out-" "Aaahh!" Immediately, Mikey snapped at the source of your exclamation. Suddenly, Scott was full size again. And on top of you.
Your cheeks heated up as he stared down at you through the helmet. He shook his head, almost as if he were shaking a thought out of it. Then, he got up off of you and helped you up. "How do you do that?" You asked him in wonder. He smiled again. "How 'bout we discuss it tomorrow over brunch at the café down the street? I'll pay." You grinned back. "Sure."
He gazed down at you. "Yeah?" You nodded. "Yeah." He nodded quickly as well. "Great." Then, he was gone.
You were going to make sure Mikey got extra dog treats that night.
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