Avengers Imagines

You Again...- Scott Lang

(Female Reader)

Warnings: Implied smut

The last person who expected you to go into law enforcement was you. You were on the opposite side of the justice system for years in your twenties, but you ended up turning things around. So much so, even freakin' Homeland Security wanted to hire you. Although, that might've been because they wanted you on their side rather than against them. 

Still, you walked through the Raft Prison with your head held high, Homeland emblem around your neck. And honestly, it felt pretty good. A hell of a lot better than behind bars. Plus, your reason for being there wasn't too bad either. After the ultimately incomplete signing of the Accords, and a huge pissing contest at an airport, you were sent to let the imprisoned soldiers out. They'd still be monitored closely, but they wouldn't be behind bars. All you had to do was verify their release on behalf of the higher ups.

You walked to the guard outside their cell block, and with one flash of your badge, their cells were opened. The situation had been explained beforehand, and despite the Secretary of State disapproving, he was outvoted. 

You watched as the now free superheroes gladly left their cells, and felt like you truly did some good today. You felt content. As you turned to head back to the helicopter that brought you, someone shouted your name and effectively caught your attention. The voice was one that sounded familiar, but you couldn't place it. Then you turned around. 

The smirking face of Scott Lang stared back at you, hitting you like an all too powerful blast from the past. "Well I'll be damned," he added and didn't try to hide his eyes trailing over your body. You wondered if he caught the color draining from your face. 

"Scott Lang..." you said with a hint of nerves in your voice. Yours and his postures couldn't be more opposed at this reunion; Your shoulders were squared back with composure, while he was leaning back with his arms crossed. "I see nothing's changed," you jabbed with a glance to the prison cell to your left.

"I could say the opposite to you. I would've never pegged you for Homeland," he said while sauntering over to you. 

"It's not like you knew me all too well to begin with," you replied, matching his confidence as your arms crossed your chest. 

Without hesitation, Scott leaned forward to whisper something to you. Though it wasn't much of a whisper. "I knew some parts of you very well."

Your eyes widened at that and you cleared your throat to regain some of your composure. The other freed heroes looked at the two of you in confusion. This was the first you'd heard Lang was involved with the Avengers, so you assumed they didn't know much about him or his life. 

"You two, know each other?" Sam Wilson, you recognized, asked hesitantly. The memory danced through your mind after years of being forgotten.

***

"Fuck you, I don't wanna share a cell!" you shouted while slamming your fists against the bars. The cop looked unamused  as she locked the door in front of you. 

"We're overcrowded. And maybe you shouldn't have broken the law," she grumbled. 

"More like I shouldn't have been arrested..." you sighed as she walked away and left you alone with some guy in an already cramped cell. Your eyes scanned the other cells that were also crowded in the same hallway, tapping your fingers against the bars, and finding yourself slightly thankful there was only one other person in there with you instead of five or six.

"So, what are you in for?" the other cell's occupant asked from behind you. You sighed again before letting your arms fall to your sides again. Turning sluggishly on the balls of your feet, you leaned against the bars. 

"I broke into my ex's house and stole his TV," you answered honestly. You didn't know this guy, would never see him again, and were currently in a holding cell with him. Why not be honest?

His face perked up slightly at the sound of that. "Why'd you steal his TV?" From the sound of it, he didn't sound angry but more intrigued. You threw a glance up his way and his completely gorgeous features trapped your attention. 

"He, uh, got drunk and hit me. Just leaving his ass didn't feel like enough," you said matter-of-factly. The handsome stranger nodded with a pleased expression. He also seemed to have no problem holding your stare. "You?"

"Stole some shit, got caught this time," he shrugged casually. You had a feeling he wasn't a stranger to jail cells. 

"So you've done this before?" you asked. His face scrunched up with a surprised smile. 

"I do this all the time, sweetheart," he smirked as he stood. Hearing him call you that set a flutter loose in your chest. With a saunter over to you, the stranger offered his hand out. "Scott Lang," he said after you shook it. 

"Y/N Y/L/N," you returned, letting the handshake linger past polite and into flirtatious. There was an idea drifting in the back of your mind that might make a cramped night in a jail cell considerably more fun. He was extremely cute after all. After your hands slipped away, a blush was threatening to rise to your cheeks.

You turned to glance down the hallway of packed cells again and sighed. "Guess we'll be here a while. Should be fun," you mumbled sarcastically. As you turned back toward Scott, you were almost startled to see he was inches from you. A confident smirk presented on your face as you hoped he was thinking the same thing you were. 

"I might be able to think of a way to pass the time," he said in a low voice, staring intently at your eyes, then lips, then back again. 

"Oh yeah? I feel like we may have the same idea," you replied as you gravitated towards him. You'd felt plenty of different things when kissing strangers in the past, but this one in particular has a specifically passionate flavor. It was electric, yet sweet. From the smile you saw before, you wouldn't be surprised if he was rather sweet in the real world. But this wasn't the real world. 

His hands hastily wrapped around your waist as your hips dug into his, and your hands tangled themselves in his hair. Your back slammed into the cell door as you both grabbed fists of each others clothes with your tongues having their own conversation.

***

"Barely," you replied bluntly. That was something you...dabbled in, in your twenties, but you never thought one of your one time hook ups would pop into your life again. And especially not like this. 

Scott threw a wink your way, clearly reliving the same memory, and a familiar flutter flew in your chest. You spun on your heels to head back to your escape route, an embarrassed and flustered blush rising from your neck to your cheeks. 

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Hey guys thanks for reading! I've never written for Antman before so this was interesting, but fun! I'll probably do more of him in the future. We're getting down to the last 2! Spider-Man is next, and T'Challa right after and then Infinity War comes out! I'm beyond stressed for it. Anyway, vote, comment, and request!