Divided |2|

sixteen

Halfway to the compound, Victoria stared at her father—innocently—until the archer noticed.

"Can I help you with something, daughter?"

"Can we please stop for coffee?"

"Coffee?" Scott shot up, sleepily nodding. "Yeah, coffee sounds good right now."

"You do realise you're being looked for, right, Victoria?"

"Scott's new. He can go."

"If it means I get some caffeine in me, then sure."

"After we fetch Wanda, we'll stop somewhere."

"M'kay."

Victoria looked at the broken screen of her phone to see the time. 20:27, was the time she could make out. She could also make out a bunch of missed calls and messages from Pietro.

She put her phone away and sighed. The action caused Scott to look at her curiously.

"Boy trouble?" When she merely raised her eyebrow at him, he carried on. "I can give some kickass advice, you know. I have been divorced for a couple of years—and I have a kid—but my advice is very trustwort—"

"—What exactly is it that you do?"

"Well, I've been struggling to find a job since getting out—"

"—I don't mean your job. I mean your power or ability. Because I'm struggling to see why Sam wanted you to tag along, no offence."

"None taken," he clasped his hands together before gesturing to his bag. "I can shrink and manipulate ants using a suit and some gadgets."

"Ants?"

"Ants."

"That's... gross."

"Hey! Don't hurt their feelings!"

"What?"

She felt a tingling sensation on her finger and looked down to see a small insect walking onto her hand. She lifted her hand up and looked at the ant closely. The ant seemed to wave at her before jumping off and onto her leg again.

She followed the ant with her eyes until it landed up back by Scott. "Do you carry ants around wherever you go?"

"Ants are everywhere, in case you didn't notice."

"Right." The conversation ended awkwardly and Victoria turned to her dad. "How much further?"

"We're here."

Victoria walked over to her dad's bag and pulled out a bow along with a couple of arrows. Testing the string, she smiled when the bow suited her almost as well as her own.

"Plan?"

"Create a distraction for Vision while we get Wanda."

"Am I the distraction?"

"No," Clint looked at Scott sternly. "You are staying here."

"Wh—"

"—Would you prefer fighting a robot that can and will literally disintegrate you within a second?"

"I'll be staying in the jet, in case we need to get away quickly – of course."

Victoria walked out of the jet, mumbling a small remark under her breath. "Thought so."

Clint worked on the distraction while Victoria waited for him by the entrance of the compound. When her dad came running over to her, she asked what he had done.