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Scott Lang

You had been a world-renowned burglar for so long now that it had become nothing more than a hobby to you, knowing that your powers allowed you access to anywhere you wanted to get into. You could never be caught; your invisibility and teleportation would guarantee that; and you used your intangibility just to show off anymore. But now you hadn't done a job in a long time, so when you were approached to break into what was perhaps the most secured building in the world, you couldn't say no.
When the details came in on your phone, you considered saying no, but it really would be the pinnacle of your career, and an epic final job to cap it with. You finished your drink and set the glass down on the bar, sliding your phone into your pocket. "Alright, hun, I've gotta go. It's been real."
"I thought you were done with this kinda stuff, (Y/N)?"
"Last time, Scott. This one just sounds like too much fun to pass up," you said as you grabbed your jacket. "If I pull this off," you paused with a laugh and shaking your head, "I mean when I pull this off, you might actually admit that I'm better than you."
"I'll admit it now if you say no." Scott looked up at you from his own glass with a faint smile, but his eyes looked tired. "It's not worth it, whatever it is."
Your phone buzzed again and you hurried out the door, giving him a quick wave. "Dammit," he mumbled, "I was supposed to have the night off." He finished his own drink and quickly followed after you, pulling the suit from his pack.
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Scott knew that the only way for him to know where you were going and to be able to see you if you used invisibility was to stay in contact with you; physical contact, that is. He would have to stay small and do a ride-along so that you didn't know he was there. You were too excited about this job and he knew it really was something big, likely big enough to put you away for a very long time.
He had followed you out of the bar and to the street corner, leaning against the wall to pull the suit over his clothes quickly before you had a chance to spot him. You stood there for too long; he knew you were about to teleport and that he had to hurry. He pulled down the mask, hit the button, and jumped into the pocket of your jacket just as you disappeared with him in tow.
When you arrived at your target and he realized where you were, Scott wanted to jump out and scream at you, to get you to change your mind and leave immediately. He had no idea that you were going to the Avengers facility, and he was beginning to panic. As you walked around unnoticed he watched carefully to figure out exactly where you were going and what your job was.
You made your way to the locker room and looked around for the cabinet you needed, but stopped at the one marked for Scott. It wouldn't hurt to just take a peek, right?
"Oh, god," Scott sighed as he watched helplessly, "oh, god, this isn't happening."
You opened the door and took a step back, shocked at the various pictures of you stuck to the door like some kid with a crush. You stood frozen in shock as you looked at each one, not sure of what to think or what to do. You wanted to rip them all down and throw them out, but decided it was just better to walk away and forget you ever saw them. Of course, you knew that you were lying to yourself; you wouldn't be able to forget and now things were going to be weird between you.
You shook the images from your mind and tried to focus. This was taking too long; your directions were to get in and get out. Quickening your pace, you scanned the names on each locker until you found the right one, but here was a lock on it that looked like it was fingerprint coded. It would be easy enough to just break it open, but there was likely an alarm trigger if you did. Fortunately, your power of intangibility transferred to anything touching you, so you really didn't even need to open it at all. You took a deep breath and held it as you pushed your hand through the heavy metal door and felt around until it was in your hands.
The shield.
Scott's eyes were practically exploding from his head at the sight of what you were doing. He was an Avenger himself now, so he was torn; should he stop you and risk them finding out that he had been there the whole time? Should he let you take it and just steal it back later? "Shit, shit, shit," he whispered as he saw your hand pull back through the door with the prize in your grasp. He almost fell from your pocket when the alarm sounded and lights began to flash throughout the room.
"Scott, get down," you commanded, pushing him down deeper into your jacket. "Things might get a little dramatic. Just how I like it."
"How did you know...wait, what do you mean, dramatic?" he yelled up to you.
"I've known that you were there the whole time. Why do you think I stood on the corner so long before I left? I knew you couldn't help yourself from a job this big."
He pulled himself up to the edge of your pocket again, looking around frantically as he waited for any member of the team to try to stop you, worried about what type of force they would use. "(Y/N), put it back, please. This is a terrible idea."
"Ma'am, I believe that belongs to me," Steve said in a calm tone. "It would be in your best interests to put it down."
"You're right on one count, sir. It would be in my best interests, but it belongs to me now." You could feel Scott squirming around until he finally landed on the floor next to you and returned to his full form.
"(Y/N), I can't let you do this! That's the shield! You know, Captain freaking America's shield?"
You rolled you eyes and sighed, "Yeah, I'm aware, and he just said that." You took a step back away from him and tightened your grip, "do try to keep up, Scott. Alright, gentlemen, I must be going, but it's been fun, really." You slung the shield onto your back with ease, laughing at the look on Scott's face when it attached to the high-powered magnets you had on under your shirt.
"This is why I'm so much better than you, honey. I come prepared." With that, you disappeared in front of them, leaving Scott behind.
Steve crossed his arms and turned towards Scott with a stern expression, "you know who she is? Do you know where she might be going?"
"I might," he sighed, pulling off his helmet. "And yeah, we go way back, but I think we might have just had a quantum leap back in our relationship." Scott looked nervous, rubbing beads of sweat from his forehead with a slightly shaking hand. "I can get it back, Steve."
"You would turn in your own friend?"
"She went too far...so...I don't really have a choice, now do I? If I'm going to be an Avenger, I need to protect the team...right?" He paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement with himself and looked to Steve for direction. "Call it."
Steve smiled at Scott and gave a small wave of his hand towards the door. You pushed it open and stepped inside, handing the shield to him with a chuckle. "Thanks, doll. I appreciate your help."
"Anytime, Cap." You laughed louder when you turned towards Scott and saw his mouth hanging open in shock and confusion with his face turning paler by the second. "Scott, you okay?"
"What the hell just happened?"
Steve took a step closer to you and put his arm around your shoulder, "We've had our eye on (Y/N) for a while now, so when we brought her on board I asked her to run a few security drills with her powers to see how we'd do in this new building."
"Yeah," you said and turned to Steve, all but ignoring Scott, "and I'd say you failed. I had the shield in my hands before the alarms even started, and I would have been long gone. I have some ideas that might-"
"Jesus, are you guys serious right now?! This was all staged? I was freaking out in there!" He bent forward to rest his hands on his thighs, trying to settle his breathing. "Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Calm down, Scott," you said quietly, taking a few steps towards him and putting your hand on his arm, "we just wanted to know where your loyalties lie, and if you would try to stop your own friend in a tough situation. You did really well, considering." You led him to a chair and helped him sit, returning to Steve to finish your conversation.
"Considering?" he asked, "considering what?"
"That you looooove her," Steve mocked.
"Yep," Scott groaned and lowered his head again, "yep, gonna be sick."
"Do not throw up in the helmet, Scott!" you heard a voice say faintly from inside.