Marvel Imagines

Parties and Missed Fights | Scott Lang

"You couldn't have picked a better time to attack?" you grumbled, crawling on your hands and knees underneath a table.
Scott had disappeared as soon as the bullets started flying, the cheerful joking mood that had been covering the party was replaced with fear and dread.
You managed to yank your weapon out of your bag, then crouched and waited until the masked figure was close enough to you to attack.
He was fast, but you were faster. His only weapon was a small knife, you had a plasma blaster and a tranquilizer.
You dodged a strike of his knife before shooting him backwards with a nonlethal blast of plasma.
While he lay there stunned on the ground, you shot him with a tranquilizer.
"What'd I miss?" Scott asked, growing beside you in the Ant Man suit.
"You missed all he fun," you shrugged.
"You tranquilized him without me?" Scott complained.
"Aw, sorry. Is Scotty sad he didn't get to fight the bad guy?"
Scott raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with your mocking.
"What do we do now?"
"Call SHIELD, er, or the cops." you kept forgetting that SHIELD didn't technically exist anymore.
"Alright,"