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Ant problem- Scott Lang x Reader

Warning: SMUT! With Scott Lang, because he's gorgeous. Swear words.

When I wasn't on missions I would feverously write about my exploits with my fellow Avengers. True tales and tall tales about my missions with gods, super soldiers, assassins, wizards, science nerds, bug boys and of course my one and only big brother, Iron Man himself Tony Stark. But I also wrote about my crush, one Scott Lang.

I knew he was much older than me, and I knew about his past and his daughter Cassie, but that just made me like him all the more. I had spent many hours talking to him, he was so funny and clever, and made me laugh constantly, plus he was the only man in the compound that Tony hadn't warned to stay away from me. There were many advantages to being a Stark, but the ultimate disadvantage was an overprotective brother that still viewed me as a little girl. He took great delight in warning all he men that entered the compound not to even think about looking sideways at his 'pure, sweet, innocent little sister'.

That was he warned everyone except Scott. I didn't know why, maybe he just forgot or simply didn't think I would be interested in someone like Scott, but all I knew was that Scott was the only one that was not afraid of getting blasted by Tony.

At night when I couldn't sleep, I would write down my fantasies about what I would like to do with Scott, the fantasies getting sultrier the more time I spent with him.

It was a day like any other, I watched on as Scott trained in the gym, wicked thoughts flashing through my mind.

*CLICK, CLICK* "Earth to (Y/n)." Nat said as she snapped her fingers before my eyes.

I shook the fantasies from my mind. "Sorry Nat, I was miles away."

Nat looked at me and then at Scott with a big smile on her face.

"Great training session today (y/n/n), why don't you go and finish up by doing some light work on the bag, why don't you ask Scott to help you as he's over there already?" I could feel the blush move through my face up to my ears and down my neck, at her suggestion.

"Ok Nat will do."

I slowly walked towards the bags.

*Cough*

"Hi Scott." He turned around to look at me with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi pickle." He said, and I couldn't help but smile at his nickname for me.

"Hi Scott, Nat told me to finish my session on the bag, she said you might help me?" I asked, hopefully.

"Sure, I'd love to." He said, looking in my eyes as his smile grew again. I felt my face get hot; and I knew I'd turned bright red.

"I didn't know Starks could blush." Scott said jokingly, as my face grew even redder as I tried to laugh off his comment.

"Let's get your hands wrapped, shall we?" He said as he took my hand, and I felt sparks move up and down my spine. His hands were rough yet gentle, and as he sat me down and started to make small circles in the palms of my hands with his thumbs, and we stared intently into each other's eyes. My breath hitched in my chest and fireworks seemed to explode in my stomach; I bit my bottom lip wishing I could jump on him and crash my lips onto his.

He began to wrap my hands slowly, time seemed to stand still; but finally, he finished the wraps much to my annoyance.

"Come on pickle, let's get you punching that bag."

Scott held the bag while I started punching and kicking nearly knocking Scott backwards a couple of times.

"You're stronger than you look pickle." Scott laughed.