And Then I Wrote Marvel

Relationships Are Like Cars (Scott Lang x Reader)

Hey guys, sorry for my temporary disappearance. I just started college, and things have been kind of crazy! I promise I haven't forgotten about the last 3 prompt requests. If anyone's at BYU-I, I'd love it if you said hi!

Also look at the wonderful Scott Lang that my roommate drew!

Anon on Tumblr asked: Could you do and angsty Scott Lang x reader? And could it end happy!

After hours of worrying and expecting the worst, your phone finally buzzed. You picked it up quickly, answering, "Where were you?"

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. Something came up and I couldn't call and tell you," Scott apologized.

"You told me you would be here in ten minutes, and then I didn't hear anything from you for ten hours? Do you have any idea what's been going through my head?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to call, I really did, but I couldn't."

"Why? Why couldn't you call? What came up that was so important that you couldn't call your girlfriend and make sure she didn't worry herself half to death?!"

Hearing his voice didn't make you feel better as you had thought it would. Instead, you felt as if all of the stress you had been feeling all day was suddenly compiling and hitting you in the stomach.

"I am so sorry," he apologized again. Sincerity was eminent in his voice, but you still felt hurt.

"You keep saying that, but it doesn't help, Scott. It doesn't change the fact that I've been suffering for hours," you emphasized.

"I know, and I wish I could help more."

"Then why don't you? I need to see your face, I need to know that you're really okay."

"I'm not hurt or anything, I promise, but I can't come over right now. I'm still in the middle of something, but I finally had a moment that I could call you."

"What have you been doing that was so important? Why are you avoiding that?"

"I...oh, gosh," he sighed, and you could picture him running a hand through his hair. "I wish I could tell you, I really do."

"What is that supposed to mean, Scott? You wish you could tell me? Well, I wish I could trust you!"

"Trust me?"

"Trust you!" you repeated. "Don't you get it, Scott? I can't do that right now! I have been trying to trust you for the past few months. You've bailed on me time after time, and then when we finally say 'Okay, today is the day that we have no distractions,' you tell me you'll be there in ten minutes, and you call me ten hours later to say 'Sorry, I couldn't make it.' Do you realize why it's hard for me to trust you? I can't! I just can't do that right now, do you understand?"

"Honey, you're repeating yourself," Scott said quietly.

"I know very well that I'm repeating myself! It's the only way I can get my point across to you. And do not call me honey! You don't have that privilege right now."

"Just please let me make this up to you somehow," he pleaded.

"How do you plan on doing that, huh?" you scoffed. "Making some elaborate, romantic plans, and then canceling them? Oh, yeah that sounds like a great time."

"Why won't you let me try to make this any better?" he exclaimed, suddenly letting his own frustration show through. "I'm trying to look for ways to make this better, but you're shooting everything down."

"Based on precedent," you spat.

"We can't fix this if we're letting it stay broken! That's what we've been doing for so long, and it's obviously not working. It's like knowing there's a problem with your car--"