Marvel Imagines

Scott Lang - Stupid for You

Warnings: fluff
Song by: Waterparks
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Scott would never admit it to anyone other than himself, but he was infatuated with you. From your hair, to your eyes, to your lips, you radiated beauty. You were confident, strong, witty, an Avenger, what wasn't to like?

He'd first seen you on the news, then he got up close and personal with you while trying out his suit. Both you and Falcon were on patrol at the time.

But the kicker was when the two of you truly met.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye, showed up at his door, saying Captain America needed his help. Wanda was in the passenger seat, and you chilled in the back. When Clint opened the door to the mini van, and your eyes met his, he knew he was done for.

No one's eyes were the same shade as yours. They were unparalleled in hue and irresistible to look at. His nerves kicked in quickly, like they always seemed to, and he found himself a stuttering mess.

You only smiled kindly, and guided the conversation to subjects he was comfortable speaking about. When he nodded off, you allowed him to use your lap as a pillow without any judgement.

When he went giant, he really hoped he was impressing you. The moment he shrunk back to normal, he felt he'd embarrassed himself, especially after his orange slices comment. Seconds after that, however, you came rushing to his side.

"Scott?" you asked frantically. "How you doin', buddy? You okay?" There was something about your eyes that set him at ease.

"Yeah... yeah, I am."

He was a nobody. You were a drop-dead-gorgeous, super-secret-agent with a history of using the former to your advantage. He could barely function as a human being, let alone a hero. What could you possibly want that he had?

When he managed to get house arrest rather than time in The Raft, he was ecstatic to learn you didn't even get sent to The Raft at all. According to the news, you got a minimal sentence after a long, drawn out court case, debating if you had actually broken the Accords. The jury eventually decided you did because you sided with those against the Accords, but you never actually fought anything. You only acted as a medic.

Two weeks after Scott got back to San Francisco, you showed up at his door, a suitcase by your side.

"Would you be cool with a roommate?"

"Uh," he blanked. "Yes!" he shouted after an uncomfortable silence. He cleared his throat. "Yes. That would be awesome. You would make a great roommate."

You laughed.

Ugh. You were perfect.

"From one ex-con to another, I don't think I should be standing here very long, but, I-I kinda... missed you, and I know that you can't go anywhere, so, y'know, I figured it'd be nice for me to come visit, but I'm not- y'know what? That doesn't matter. It's nice to see you again, Scott."

You gave him a tight hug as you entered. He gladly returned it, but was more than shocked when you placed your lips to his cheek.

Before he knew how to respond, you were moving your things to a spare room.

"When do I get to meet your daughter?" you asked while making your way back down the stairs.

"Her next visit is this weekend."

"So we get the house to ourselves for almost a week?" Your voice held a tone of faux incredulity. "Well, I guess we're gonna have to find a way to fill up all that free time."

That was what made him realize this was a bit more than a petty crush. He had real feelings for you, and he'd be damned if he didn't try to move your relationship to 'more than friends'.

Not long after his daughter visited, you went on your first date, staying in to watch movies and eat dinner.

The conversations you had were always meaningful, whether they were serious or silly, even if you'd already had the conversation, they made the two if you closer than ever. After the second time Cassie visited, Scott asked a question that was hard for you to answer.

"Have you ever thought about having kids?"

"Well... yeah... but I-I kinda..."

"What is it? You okay?" Scott set his hand on your back as he waited for you to get your words together.

"I can't?" Your chuckle was humorless. "I- in the Red Room they made us do... awful things... and they did even worse things to us."

"I'm sorry  I didn't know."

"No, it," your eyes burned, and though no tears fell, you still wiped at them, "it's fine. There was always the possibility of adoption, and now I get to see Cassie!" You smiled at him. It made his heart race and burn. "I think you might be the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Scott smiled back. "Then how about another date?" Both of you laughed loudly.

Whenever you were around he couldn't help but feel dumb in the best way. Like he was back in high school.

It only took him four months to figure out he was stupidly in love with you.

When he woke uo next to you on the couch one morning, you let it slip that you felt the same. It was simple for you to say: 'Good morning, my love.' and it was the best thing to ever grace Scott Lang's ears.

"How did I ever get you? There are so many people so much more worthy of you."

"Really? I think you're perfect for me."

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too, knucklehead." You wrapped your forearms behind his neck, pulling him to you to plant a tender kiss against his lips.