Marvel Imagines x Reader

Parent Scenario:

Parent: Scott Lang (before Ant Man)
Age: 6 - 8
Plot: Guess who went to jail, again.
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Cassie doesn't exists cause it won't make sense and
sorry this is gonna be short and sad but ...
life goes on!!!
You were busy drawing pictures with your mom in the lounge. You drew every line and shape the the best you could. To you it was like a drawing by Picasso, but to the regular adult it was just squiggly lines and colors.
"What are you drawing, sweetheart?" Mom asked.
"Daddy." You replied, still focused on the drawing.
Once you colored it in you showed it to your mom.
"It's beautiful. I'm sure Daddy will love it."
"I hope so too."
You never knew what your dad did, but you always imagined him as a secret hero and that he couldn't tell you so that you can be safe.
While you waited for your dad, you watched some tv and ate supper. While you were watching Sponge Bob you heard a knock on the door.
You saw mom look out the window to see who it was. She looked scared.
"(Y/N), please go to your room and do not come out until I say so. Okey?"
You nodded and ran upstairs. You sat on your bed and stared at the picture you drew of Scott, your dad.
A few minutes later you got bored and went down stairs to take a peep.
You crept down the stairs as if you were checking to see Santa late at night, which you've done before.
You took a seat on the staircase and listened in to the conversation.
"No he couldn't have, he promised!" Your mom yelled.
"Ma'am, I am a federal agent, I don't make up stories." An officer said
"He was caught stealing, the judge agreed 2 years in the slammer."
"NO HE COULDN'T OF, NOT AGAIN!!!" Your mother snapped.
Your whole world came crashing down. Your super dad was a crook, a villain.
"Dad's in jail?" You thought aloud, catching the attention of your mother.
"No honey, he's just going to be away-"
"Don't lie to me!" You screamed, on the verge of tears.
"He is sweaty." She whispered.
You didn't want to look like a cry baby so you ran upstairs and slammed the door.
You broke down on your bed. How could he? Why would he?
You looked up and saw the picture you drew.
You picked it up and stared at it as if you were looking at your father in shame.
"Your no hero."
By the end of the day, mom put you to bed. Before she walked out she saw a crumpled peace of paper on the floor. She opened it up and almost broke down at the sight

*Scott's POV*
I am an awful human being. I got arrested, again. Don't worry they said, we won't get caught they said. I huffed. Today my wife and little baby daughter were going to visit. That should put a smile on my face.
(I hate Thanos, WWWHHHYYY!!!)
"Mr. Lang?" The officer called out.
I walked to the visiting booth and saw my wife. She looked pissed. I sat down and got comfortable as she starred daggers into me.
"H-hi Honey."
"Don't 'hi honey' me you no good son of a..." She began.
After a long lecture of 'how could you' and 'you promised never again' she calmed down.
"Um where's my Peanut?" I asked.
"She's with my mother."
"I thought she was coming with you."
"She didn't want to see you."
"She didn't want to see me or do you not want me to see her?"
"Both."
"Well can you tell her that daddy loves her?"
"I don't think that's shes going to care about that."
"Why?" I asked confused.
She dug in her purse and took out a piece of paper.
I took the paper from the slot and looked at it...

No, please, no.
"Yes she drew and crumpled it."
"No, I-i..."
"She was the last one to believe in you, now there's no one. And who's fault is that?"
I looked up at her, soft tears falling down my cheeks.
As I stared at the picture, the officer said visiting hours were over.
"I have to go now, but Scott there's something we need to discuss."
"What is it?" I said in a shaky breath.
"I...um...we need... I think that-"
"Ma'am visiting hours are over."
"Please one more minute?" I asked, making the officer unhappy.
"I think we need to get a divorce." I heard.
"What?" I whispered.
"Ma'am!"
"I'm sorry Scott."
That was the last thing I heard before she got up and left. Both of us in tears.
I lost my freedom
My daughter
My wife
I lost everything
And it was all my fault
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Bonus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2 years later
I finally got out. I was now a single dad with a bad history.
I decided to go home, Luis giving me a ride. I first stopped at the gift shop and then went to convince my daughter that I was still her hero
As I got home, I slowly walked to the door and knocked on the wood. I put on a brave smile, but it fell the second a man answered the door.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hi am Scott, is (Y/N) and Maggie home."
Before the man could answer I heard a voice.
"Who is it Honey?" A familiar voice asked.
"Maggie?"
"Oh, hi." She said surprised. "What are you doing here."
"You know what I'm here for, Mags."
She sighed and called for (Y/N). I watched as my little Peanut walked down the stair.
Look how big shes grown.
"Hey sweetheart, um someone is here to see you."
She walked to the door and as she saw me, she froze.
Did she not remember me? Did she want to remember me?
"H-hey, Peanut."
She looked up to her mom, signaling for something.
"I'll give you two a few minutes." Maggie said, walking away with the other guy.
Now it was just me and (Y/N).
"(Y/N), I am truly-"
"I LOVE YOU!!" She interrupted, squeezing me as she burst in tears.
"What?"
"Uncle Paxton is a police officer. He said in jail people get hurt and end up dead in their cell or in the court yards. I thought that something bad happened to you, I thought I'd never see you again and..." She rambled, crying harder and harder.
"It's okay, daddy's here. I'm not dead." I softly whispered into her ear.
After a while I let go and looked into her eyes.
"Peanut, listen. I am so sorry I put you through this and I can't promise that it won't happen again cause your Uncle Luis is very persuasive. But I will always come back to you. And don't worry about me dying in jail. I'm a cold hard thug." I said to her, making her giggle a bit, which made me laugh to.
"Here I have something for you."
I took the gift from behind me, handing it to her.
She opened it and stared.
It was a mangled bunny with a voice recording in it that says 'I am your bested friend'

"It's so ugly...I love him!" She smiled.
"I knew you would."
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The End 😊😗💨