Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 11

I never thought I would stand on the doorway of a crazy Mexicans house and be stared at in awe.

Okay, so the awe bit I'm sorta used to when we (Avengers) go on a mission and get stared at (I'm also used to ye hate as well) but this guy was a whole new level of awe.

"So you're like, the Gem Stone?"
"Yep."
"And you need to talk to Scott."
"Yes."
"Man, this is a great day. I mean, this morning I had pancakes and then Mr Pym came with his daughter to see Scott and that was like, great! Now you're standing on my doorstep-"
"Luis, where is Mr Lang?" I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Oh yeah... Scott!" He yelled. There was a loud thump and a muffled yell before footsteps.

"Sorry, lady. Are you like, on a mission?"
"That's cl- Yeah. I'm on a mission." I changed my tune and told him, knowing that he would just turn into a little puppy again, trying to get all the information.

"But you can ask Mr Lang for the details LATER." I put emphasis on the later and he nodded and Scott Lang came around the corner, tugging his shirt over his head.

"What, Luis? If it's a door to door salesman, I will shrink down and b- Oh." I grinned and waved.

"You're an Avenger."
"Yep."
"Gem Stone."
"The one and only."
"Why are you here? Do you want coffee? Tea? Whiskey? You probably can't get drunk..."
"Man, I've already asked her this and she shut me down and asked me to get you."
"Oh." I turned around and walked into hallway and telekinetically pulled Scott into the hall, the look on his face all I needed to know I had his full attention.

"Do you have your suit?"
"Always do." He pulled something out of his pocket and passed it to me. I held it and frowned at it, my old mind not exactly catching quite up.

"An action man?"
"No... This is my suit shrunk down. I get it larger when I need it." I turned it over in my hand and passed it back. Scott had a serious look on his face which was reassuring.

"We need your help."
"The Avengers?"
"Yeah. I need you to come with me right now to where I'm dropping you off at a pick up point then I'll be meeting you in Germany. Clint Barton and hopefully Wands Maximoff will get you in a car and bring you there." He nodded along as I told him what was happening.

"Highly illegal?"
"Harbouring and protecting a wanted fugitive for a terrorist attack none of us fighting for him believe he himself did."

Scott stood there for a moment and I didn't need to read his mind to see he was toying between the idea of helping us or telling me no.

"Please, Mr Lang-"
"Scott."
"- Scott. We need all the help we can get." He looked up at me and sighed.

"I'll do it. But can you promise me that afterwards you can meet my daughter? She's a huge fan." I blinked in shock and then smiled, nodding.

"I can do that."
"Awesome! When do we leave?"
"Now." I grabbed his arm and teleported to the place I had told Clint to meet him. When we got there, Scott was standing there, looking kind of shell shocked.

"Crap that was cool."
"It is. Now, wait here. Barton should be here shook but I need to get back to Steve and Sam and get some sleep." The though of sleep made my stomach churn but I pushed it aside and smiled.

"Did Sam tell you about me?"
"Yeah. Even called you Tic Tac." He grinned and sat down on the road.

"Olivia?" I turned around, surprised he knew my name but then again, everyone knew the names of the Avengers after Natasha released everything to the public.

"Thanks."
"We haven't done anything yet."
"Still. Luis was driving me crazy with pancakes. I mean, when it was waffles, I could deal. But now it's pancakes and they aren't that great..." I shook my head and smoothed out my frazzled ponytail.