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Ever since the wasp suit was perfected, and Hope became a more hands-on member of the team, Hank had been on edge. Even their surveillance missions gave the old man heart palpitations.

("Scott don't you dare turn that radio off," Hope warned, but the playful grin on her face deceived her demanding tone. "You're gonna give my dad a heart attack."

His finger dangerously hovered above the off switch of the radio perched on the dash board of the black Honda Civic they were seated in. Hope was in the drivers seat like always, crediting it to the fact that she did not spend any time behind bars where there's no opportunity to drive.

"Or what?" Scott teased back, with the look on his face like he had nothing to lose.

Out of nowhere a loud crack of thunder rang from the sky, the beginning sign of a California storm. It knocked Scott off his guard long enough for Hope to shove his arm away from the radio, and pin it to his chest. Scott, never one to be a quitter, fought back defiantly, and by the time the thunder sounded again, the pair was tangled around each other in the small confines of the car like a fly in a spiders web (ironic, right?).

Hope, now basically in Scotts lap, looked down at him with mischief in her eyes. "We really should focus on the mission," she said, the rule follower within her overtaking her playful side.

"You're probably right," Scott replied, but still none of them moved.

Instead Scott pulled her into a soft kiss, and suddenly they were making out like two kids at a drive in movie. Their labored breathing fogged up the windows around them, really going against the point of a car stake-out.

A soft moan escaped Hopes mouth, bringing a smile to Scotts face as he ran his fingers through her hair. All was well until they were interrupted by a knock on the passenger side window.

Through the fog, both could see none other than Hank Pym staring back at the two of them, eyebrows furrowed, looking well, like a father who had just caught his daughter in the middle of a make out session.

Surprised, and very, very (emphasis on very) embarrassed, Hope jumped off of Scott and back into the drivers seat kneeing him in the groin in the process. Scott groaned in pain, as Hope rolled down the window her father was still angrily peering through.

"Uhhh, hey dad," Hope states, pink rising up her neck and onto her cheeks. If this whole situation wasn't so awkward, Scott might have teased her about making the always impassive women blush. "Aren't you supposed to be back at the lab?" She asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be watching this building for the very important piece we need to get started on the quantum machine?" Hank counters, changing the subject in the process.

"That's what I was saying," Scott contributes now that he is no longer seeing stars. "But than Hope over here just had to pounce on me and start kissing me," he says, causing Hope to elbow him in response.

It's a parents job to be overprotective, but Hank thinks Scott and Hope might be the death of him.

Hank shook his hand in disapproval. "I'm not mad, just disappointed," he says. "Oh, and Scott..."

"Yes, sir?" Scott answers.

"You're full of shit," he says, and walks away).

After that traumatizing event, Scott and Hope tried to remain professional at work. It's not like they were dating or anything serious like that, so there was no reason for things to be weird. At least that was what Hope told Scott, because if it were up to Scott he would have no restraint toward showing PDA in the workplace. He never was one for modesty.