And Then I Wrote Marvel

Situations (Scott Lang x Reader)

Based on the song Situations by Jack Johnson

Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun
But evidently it's too late

You sat down on the subway next to a guy with earbuds in his ears, as you were tired and didn't really feel like talking to anyone. To your surprise, the guy smiled at you and took his earbuds out. He took a breath as if to speak to you, but his eyes flicked out the window to see the particular stop that the train was at, and his smile melted.

"Crap," he muttered, quickly gathering his things and standing up. "Almost missed my stop."

Situation number two, it's the only chance for you
It's controlled by denizens of hate

There weren't any empty benches on the subway, unfortunately, and you were far too tired to stand, so you chose a seat next to a guy with earbuds in his ears. You had absolutely no desire to talk to anyone after another seemingly endless day in a series of seemingly endless days. You hated your job, you hated your coworkers, who hated you in return, and you hated your boss, who also hated you. The only reason you were still there was that you were annoyingly good at your job and you made pretty good money.

The guy who you had sat next to could tell immediately by your posture and the look on your face that today had not been a good day. He usually knew better than to interfere with situations like this, but he felt like he really had a chance to help you out here. He pulled his earbuds out and turned to you with a smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm Scott," he introduced himself. "What's your name?"

You rolled your eyes, irritated to say the least. "Listen, dude."

"Scott," he insisted.

"Scott, whatever. I'm really not in the mood for this today, so how about you just put your earbuds back in and we can ignore each other like civilized people."

Situation number three, it's the one that no one seizes
Is all too often dismissed as fate

Of all the things that had happened today, there was only one thing that was out of the ordinary: the man you had sat next to on the subway had decided to pull his earbuds from his ears and talk to you just as you were pulling your book out of your purse.

"Rough day?" he asked.

"Yeah," you answered, your exhaustion clear in your voice. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm the only competent employee in the whole company."

"I know the feeling," he shrugged. "Life can be pretty frustrating, huh?"

"Tell me about it," you chuckled. "I'm (Y/N). You?"

"I'm Scott," he answered, offering you his hand. "What's that book you're reading?"

"Some little sci-fi/fantasy novel. I wouldn't exactly recommend it, but I have to finish it before the book club meeting on Wednesday."

"I won't bother you, then," Scott said. "It was nice talking to you, (Y/N)."

Situation number four, the one that left you wanting more
It tantalized you with its bait

You didn't care who you sat by today, as long as you got to sit down. Luckily, the seat nearest the door was empty, and it didn't look like the guy was going to talk to you, as he had earbuds in. He looked up at you as you sat down, and he smiled at you as if you were an old friend of his. He pulled out his earbuds as the train began to move.

"I'm Scott," he introduced himself, still smiling. "What's your name?"

"I'm (Y/N)," you answered, a little confused by his friendliness.

"I really like your shirt," he said. "That's my daughter's favorite Pokémon."

You looked down at the Pikachu on your shirt, beginning to smile yourself. "Does she know any others?"

"Of course she does!" Scott scoffed. "What kind of a dad would I be if the only Pokémon my kid knew was Pikachu? We played the whole Omega Ruby game together."

"That's pretty cool, I have to admit. How long did that take you?"

"Oh, it took forever. If we had just been able to play it in one sitting, or maybe even for a couple hours every day, it wouldn't have taken us too long," he explained. "Because of my job, I can only see her once a month or so, so it took us almost a year to finish."

"That shows dedication, though," you grinned. "How old is she?"

"She just turned nine, which is crazy to me. Hey, you want to see a picture of her?"

You spent the next few minutes looking at his many pictures of his daughter, Cassie, as you learned. When it came to his stop, you quickly exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up later.

Your encounter with Scott Lang had left you feeling better than you had felt in a while. The last few weeks had been pretty monotonous, but your time next to him on the train had been exactly what you needed to keep a bright outlook on life.

That renewed view looked like it was going to stay a while, too, because the next morning, you received a text from Scott: I have two tickets for Wonder Woman Friday night. You want to see it with me?