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moonlit-imagines · 3 months
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Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)
Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader
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a/n:
prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”
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somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born
and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents
and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)
so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them
*cue a toddler with crayons in class*
“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on
“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher
“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper
hank and janet were quite proud grandparents
and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it
“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope
“no” -you
“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope
“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott
“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope
“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott
“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope
“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott
scott reads you his biography every night before bed
and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him
“hey, not funny!” -scott
“so funny” -you
“dont get any ideas” -scott
“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you
“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott
you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet
and they spoiled the crap out of you
hank…got you an ant farm
“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet
“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank
once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night
your parents hated it
“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott
“it was one time!” -cassie
cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that
and make sure she had plenty of pym particles
“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank
“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie
“can i have some pym particles?” -you
“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank
you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time
some of them she actually incorporates into her suits
and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her
“y/n is really scaring me” -hope
“why?” -scott
“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope
“dear god, what have we done” -scott
“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you
“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott
“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope
“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott
“i disagree” -hope
“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott
asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting
they said no
asking if you can get into crime fighting
they said no again
so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas
and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work
and help your sister
and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)
and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed
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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years
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(At the beach)
Scott: Holy shit! Is that the ocean?
Y/N: Yeah, buddy, that’s the ocean.
Scott: What’s on the other side of it there?
Luis: Europe, I think.
Scott: ... now, how long would it take-?
Hope: Do not try to swim to Europe!
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omgopalsapphire · 1 year
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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months
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Hi, could you write to Hope Van Dyne x six-year-old daughter Y/N .
When Hank and Janet talk about the fact that during the years that Janet was imprisoned in the quantum world, they both "had needs", and Hope writhes in disgust from their conversation, Y/N asks her a question.
"Mommy, I don't understand. What needs do grandma and grandpa talk about?"
Y/N: mama what are Grandpa and a Grandma talking about?
Scott: well sweetie...um...when two people-
Hope: zip it Scott!
Hope stares daggers at her parents...
Hope: I will not let my daughter be corrupted!!
Y/N: what's corrupted?
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amatwwarrior · 4 months
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That was my silly little experiment for my friend's birthday. Honestly, never thought about posting my art shenanigans here but why not
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Decided to do some illustrations for the first time in my life😭
This is my first victim bcuz she’s my fav
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And my second victim is obviously bcuz why not
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Then decided to do an illustration of only women in marvel. I had to draw them separately first
These are my next victims
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And right now I’m drawing Gamora😭 literally the easiest
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batcavescolony · 1 year
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So....
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Nadia means Hope..... Did the MCU make Hope Van Dyne from Nadia? Please say it's a coincidence and not the MCU doing MCU stuff again?
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og-ant-man · 1 year
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For Old!Hank: You get an emergency call saying that Hope is in the hospital. It turns out, physically, she's completely fine. But when she sees you, she has no idea who are you. As a matter of fact, she thinks you're a scientist who has come to experiment on her. What do you do?
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This...is an EVIL ask anon.
I don't even want to THINK about anything happening to Hope. Especially not something like this.
But if you really want to know, then I'd give her space. I wouldn't want to stress and scare her more than she probably already would be. Then I'd talk with every doctor I could to see what could be done to help her.
But again, I don't even want to imagine this happening.
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t-marveland · 2 years
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 | scott lang
Scott Lang x Reader
Warnings : aucun
Mots : 190
Masterlist
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Scott s'était récemment acheté une batterie en plastique pour remplir ses heures perdues à cause de son bracelet électronique qui l'empêchait de sortir mais il jouait comme un pied. Sa musique ne ressemblait à rien mis à part des notes jouées par-ci par-là. Aujourd'hui était un jour comme les autres, tu voulais lire un livre mais Scott continuait à te casser les oreilles.
❝━ Scott arrête de jouer de cette horreur !❞
Il continua. Alors tu descendis les escaliers et le vis avec son casque sur les oreilles. Voilà pourquoi il ne t'entendait pas. Tu fis des signes avec les bras pour qu'il te remarque et finalement, il te vit.
❝━ Je t'en prie Scott arrête avec cette chose !
━ Mais c'est ma seule occupation (T/P). Dit-il avec une voix enfantine.
━ Je ferai tout ce que tu veux pour que tu arrêtes de faire autant de bruit.
━ Très bien alors dans ce cas...❞
Il s'approcha dangereusement de toi et prit la boîte de monopoly qui était derrière toi.
❝━ Une partie ?
━ Si tu insistes... Dis-tu obligée de jouer à ce jeu interminable.❞
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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years
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Scott: I just kept talking, I couldn’t stop!
Hope: Isn’t that, I dunno, life for you?
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omgopalsapphire · 1 year
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fandomnerd9602 · 4 months
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Hi, could you write about Scott Lang x eight-year-old daughter Y/N.
Y/N returns home from school with a note from the teacher saying that she has been punished for breaking the nose of a classmate.
And when Hope (her mom) asked why she did it, Y/N answered.
Y/N: He said bad things about you, dad, Cassie and about grandma and grandpa. And I did to him the same thing that Grandpa did to that stupid head of the Shield who said bad things about Grandma, I hit his face on the table.
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Hank: you punched someone who insulted our entire family?
Y/N: yes. are you mad?
Hope: baby we don't solve problems like-
Scott: did you give a mean right hook like your momma?
Hope: Scott!!
Hank: I'm sure it was more like my right hook or Janet's
Janet: we don't encourage punching.
Hope: thank you!
Janet: next time use the stinger, honey. It's easier to hide
Hope: Mom!
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bombsonboard · 1 year
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the day after yesterday: chapter one
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Summary: Time travel is volatile, dangerous, playing god. And then sometimes  it drops you in just the right place at the perfect time. It’s a matter of perspective. You decide.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (no Y/N)
Word Count: 3k
series masterlist || masterlist
Warnings: Nausea, fainting, 40s Bucky
A/N: So this is the fic i’ve been meaning to give you for a while now and I can’t wait to see what you all think. Thank you all so much for waiting much longer than I expected (And let me know if you want to be added to a taglist)
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“I should’ve asked you if this was safe, huh?” 
“Listen, just keep communications open and I’ll guide you through it, it's a piece of cake, really.” The glass wall between yourself and a smiling Scott Lang did little to reinforce his encouragement.
“I heard you turned into a baby-”
“That- that was a test run.” His voice nervously crackles through the speaker.
“You turned into a baby?” Hope Van Dyne returns with coffees for the pair.
“I will not tell you about that later.”
Failing to shake out the tension in your muscles, you conclude that it's not tension at all but just stupid fear trying to freeze your body into place. Fear was never really a warning to you, though, more of an inconvenience to actually living an exciting life. All of the research you had done to get here, the words that flooded through your brain, underlined in red, were thrown out of the window, torn to shreds and blown up with an atom bomb. 
This was diving in at the deep end, to the fullest extent. Who needed particle physics now?
Scott presses down the button for the microphone one last time “Ready?”
“Piece of cake.” You give him the least confident thumbs-up known to man.
“Launching in 3, 2, 1-”
Time travel isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies, turns out. It’s nausea-fueled, jumping out of a plane and falling upwards, sideways and inside out. Having time to process you were actually small enough to pass through atoms is out of the question, you need to focus. What were the directions he gave you again? Was it two lefts then a right, or three? 
“Scott?” You speak into your wrist. “Which way am I going?”
“It’s uh- hang on, Hope-” Something is starting to go wrong, his voice begins to fizzle and snap in your ear, only able to catch “fifty” and “cake!”
“I didn’t get that, Scott?”
Only a distant crackle replies.
“Scott! This isn’t funny!”
Silence.
“Lang!”
The twisted vortex is blasting past you at a million miles a second and zero sense of navigation is precisely what you don’t need.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
Plan A wasn’t happening and plans B through Z didn’t exist, a consequence of combined idiocy and confidence. So, it’s time for plan ‘I don't know what the shit I’m going to do.’ You screw your eyes shut, throw yourself into the next tunnel, and pray to anyone that could possibly hear you that the fabric of space and time could handle a singular little tear. 
Well, that’s the hope. 
No one tells you how much a crash landing actually sucks, one minute you’re upside down and weightless and the next, you’re face down in someone's discarded trash and aching all over, feeling like you've just been flung off the empire state. As your suit disappears in favour of casual clothes, the groan that emerges from the depths of your throat sounds like some mangled stray because as soon as you make a sound:
“Hey, is there a cat in there?”
You go still, not only did you not want to be seen so time could resume its uninterrupted passing but to be found in a dumpster? That’s just embarrassing. 
“Here kitty, kitty…” The sound of a grown man making ‘pspsps’ noises makes you cringe a little, being mistaken for a scavenging cat is as demeaning as you might imagine and half of you wants to burst out and give the man the fright of his life and stern talking to. But sense kept you still.
After a bout of silence, you assume the stranger has passed on with better things to worry about than a ‘cat’ in a dumpster. Crouching in your mess, you fish out the useless earpiece and glare, as if the sheer force of irritation might magically make it work properly.
“Stupid little government issued-”
“Hey-Who’s in there?” 
You freeze again, bracing your hands against the sides of the dumpster for balance.
“I’m not going to hurt you, c’mon… I’m in the forces you can trust me.”
“Convincing.” You scoff before clapping your hand over your mouth a bit too violently and losing the footing you had before.
You yelp as you land on your back, staring helplessly at the sky from the dumpster, the sun beaming in your eyes. Miraculously, shade appears over you in the form of a smiling face.
“You’re not a cat.” He pulls himself up a little further “You alright?”
The sudden concern makes you want to laugh, but a wave of time travel related nausea stops you.
“I’m fantastic, thanks.” You groan sarcastically.
“What are you doing in-”
“What year is this?” You ask quickly, rubbing your eyes as the dizziness starts to fade.
“What year?” He asks, baffled, after a pause, he answers  “...It’s 1943. Must’ve hit your head real hard to forget that.”
“What.” That had woken you up. Fumbling, you grabbed onto the side of the dumpster and pulled yourself up  “No, that can't be right I didn’t-”
Then you saw his face. 
“I fucked up.”
Inches from your face, staring back at you was The Winter Soldier.
Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Right there in front of you. But, different, younger, you could’ve sworn there was a literal fucking twinkle in his eye. After a short pause, he draws his face back from your stunned expression in amused confusion and lands back down on the ground.
“You gonna get out now?”
It was a strange sensation, meeting someone you knew in the future, in the past. Well, you didn't really know him, more like you once stood in the same room. All the same, it was disorientating and your re-emerging headache wasn't helping.
Stuck, you search your brain for a way out, but you were cornered, literally “I’m gonna…” 
“Look, just get out so you can sort out whatever crisis I assume you’re having” He offers up his hand and you can do nothing but stare at his flesh that wasn’t metal yet. A thousand possibilities ran through your head of what could happen if you took his hand, most of them ending with the space-time continuum collapsing. But, something was telling you it was just a hand, what harm could it do?
Tapping against the metal, he startles you into sliding your hand into his and you climb over the side, almost falling over again if it wasn't for the hesitant hand on your waist that disappears as quickly as it touched you. 
The pre-war-hero looks at you, up and down. “Ma said it was gonna be a strange day.” He mumbles under his breath and sighs “Always right.”
“I’m gonna go-” You don't want to screw up any more events of the timeline so you go to make a break for it but he's a quick hand, grabbing you by the forearm.
You winced out of instinct, he was still a super soldier to you, with ninety years of breaking skulls behind him. You hated thinking about it but it was hard to see him as something else. Something before.
His brows furrow at your reaction. “M’am, do you need a hospital?”
“No!” You exclaim that would lead to even more consequences, records where there shouldn't be “No. No hospitals” You shook your head, “I’m fine anyway!” 
You forced a smile and he doesn't look impressed.
“You didn't know what year it was.”
“A momentary lapse!” 
“Look, I won't take you to a hospital, okay? But for my own peace of mind let me take you to my ma and she’ll check you over, and then you can call someone”
“Oh no, no I can’t,” He’s still not letting you go. “Really it’s, I’m-” The dizziness comes back like a tidal wave, you hope the ground isn’t as hard as it looks.
“I’m not taking no for an answer, sweetheart, just- ”
"Don't call me sweetheart-" Your eyes roll back and everything goes black.
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The Barnes you knew of, in the present day, wouldn’t call you sweetheart, he wouldn’t call you anything. You were just the new girl, the scholar in the crowd of avengers and agents, severely under qualified to be there, your ‘my name is’ sticker might as well say ‘sore thumb’.
Scott Lang was the reason you were even allowed here, one email from him about putting the words from your papers into practice for the greater good and you were on your way. It was all a part of this new initiative in the post-blip world, ventures into time travel and what it could do for a planet that was desperately trying to piece itself back together. 
It turns out, Scott had made a pretty strong case for you to be here in this room, something about giving ordinary people chances to help out. ‘Ordinary’ felt a little insulting, you had published papers on quantum mechanics, on particle theory, and Tony Stark once listened to you at a party for a good thirty seconds. But you weren’t genetically enhanced or a super spy, 
and therefore classified as ‘ordinary’. 
And a sudden altruistic reference from one Captain Steve Rogers meant they basically had no choice but to choose you.
Scott was busy prepping you on his ‘Very Important Rules of Time Travel’ when you saw Sergeant Barnes for the first time. You looked up, past the blackboard Scott had insisted on having and saw him there, across the military-owned aeroplane hangar that had been loaned for ‘avenger activities’. He was carrying a duffel, dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket, hands in his pockets, despite everyone in the room already knowing about his arm.
You had sworn he hadn’t seen you there but then you recall noticing his steps slightly stuttering as he glanced in your direction, Sam tugging him away before he could inspect further. It was a meaningless moment, so why was your brain nagging at you to think again?
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“-Bringing home strays and you expect me to pick up after you!”
“She fainted! In my arms! I couldn’t just leave her there, she said no hospitals!”
“James Buchanan-”
“Ma, not the full name, please.”
There's a heavy sigh and the room shifts.
“You did the right thing.”
“Thank y-”
“But I’m not happy about it. You said you were going to the recruitment station.”
“I will, I just got sidetracked.”
“James-”
“I promise. This afternoon.”
“You better.”
You opened your eyes cautiously to find yourself lying on somebody's couch, the smell of home cooking greeting you kindly, your guard was reluctantly falling down as the blanket covering you slipped. Shifting and sitting up slowly, your senses whisper softly that there was no need for alarm, but then you remember who’s home this is.
If Scott ever finds out you managed to wind up in The Winter Soldier’s family home, he was probably going to strangle you, well, Scott wouldn’t but Hope definitely would. All you had to do was slip out of the back door and not touch anything-
“You’re awake.”
Bucky Barnes stands there in the doorway, a glass of water in his hands. You froze, watching as he placed it on the coffee table.
It’s a standoff, he’s scared you’ll bolt like a skittish horse if he makes the wrong move and you’re practically terrified of the implications of all of this. He speaks first.
“How’s your head?”
You hesitate, debating whether you could slip past him and make this all a funny anecdote.
“Really gave me a scare, y’know? I can make a dame swoon but that was…” 
The lightness in his voice as he eases the tension down to a simmer makes you think twice for a second. If you could just lie your way out of this maybe it wouldn’t be quite so universe-ending.
“...Sorry I shouldn’t be joking. Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah I am, thanks”
“You’re welcome, how’d you end up in a dumpster anyways?”
“Oh, I was…” Okay, first lie “...looking for something”
That wasn't that bad. Maybe a couple more details “...my necklace”
“Why’d you hide then, sure I coulda helped-”
“-You said you were in the forces.”
He’s caught off guard. “I, uh, will be. Was on my way to enlist when I heard you.”
“So, you’re not?” 
He shakes his head “Not yet, but-”
Shit. Bucky Barnes was supposed to be in the army, he was Sergeant James Barnes. If there was any chance you had stopped him from becoming who he was supposed to be then-
“-you didn’t tell me your name actually, what is it?”
“Can I use your bathroom…please?”
“Sure, it's down the hall, on the left.”
You stood slowly, time-hurtling nausea had now been replaced by a sick sense of impending doom, and you weren’t sure which one felt worse. This day was really shaping up to be…something.
The lock slides and you have to stop yourself from screaming, reasoning with a heavy sigh that leaves you feeling no better. God, you look a mess, your reflection staring back at you in resentment and dumpster chic. Splashing your face with water and rubbing at the dirt staining your cheek, the next move forming in your head.
Number one, get out of here so you don’t cause any more disturbances, number two use your spare Pym particles to find a way home-
And, once again, shit. You tapped your back pocket, where you had kept them safe and they weren’t there. You frantically checked all of your pockets, in your shoes, had it rolled under the sink? Nope. That meant they had fallen out somewhere, probably when you landed in that dumpster. 
If some raccoon had found them by now you were royally screwed. You looked to the skylight pouring light into the bathroom and debated how easy it would be to get up there. It was worth a shot. Perching yourself on the top of the toilet you reached up and flicked the latch open. It was a bit harder to open than you had expected, evidently, it wasn't used as an escape route much, but you eventually pushed it wide with a louder-than-intended groan. 
The knock at the door startled you. 
“You alright in there?” 
It was Bucky.
“Yeah, I’m fine!”
“You sure?”
Pulling yourself up was proving a challenge, your safe footing was dwindling as you grasped at the edge of the window. With another heave, you got your elbows resting on the ledge but your feet were dangling in the air, one slip and you would-
The yelp you let out ends in Bucky bursting through the door to find you halfway through the window and clinging on for precious life. He had to hold back his laughter as you pedal in the air to get your footing back.
“You know we do have a front door you are more than welcome to use.” 
“I thought I locked the door. ” You grumble.
“You think I can’t jimmy my own locks? Here-”
Bucky grabs onto your hips, swerving to miss your feet kicking him in the face. He tugs you down and you let him in your disgruntled defeat. With your feet back on solid ground and a frown on your face, he couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re weird” He states “Ma’s made you soup, would be rude to leave without tasting it, c’mon” He holds the door open and watches you shuffle out of the bathroom, a little embarrassed.
The kitchen is small and cluttered, recipes littered about as well as people, a younger girl, no older than 12, and one older woman, wiping her hands down her front. 
“Took this from Ma’s closet, Jimmy said you needed new clothes”  The young girl placed a folded dress in your hands.
“No, I didn’t say that-”
“What's wrong with my clothes?”
“-I said her clothes were a bit…unkempt”
“Unkempt?”
“Unkempt? You said dirty. You’ve never said unkempt in your whole life”
“Becca. Shut up. And stop calling me Jimmy in front of people” Bucky drifts past his sister, leaving a kiss on the top of her head.
The Barnes household was far more chaotic than you had anticipated, to know that a man like Bucky Barnes comes from a place of such care and comfort, his hands for holding and helping before they were bound to kill.
You stare a little too long, the dress hanging from your hands, forgotten at that moment.
“You gonna sit or?”
He’s looking at you curiously, unaware of the conflict behind your eyes.
So you sit. The bowl in front of you is steaming, the smell too gorgeous to resist and the hopeful look in his mother’s eyes is a real heart twister. It tastes delicious, it's like nothing you’ve had before.
“What is this?”
“It’s soup.” Bucky shrugs next to you. 
“Ciorbă rădăuțeană” His mother corrects him “It’ll make you feel better.”
And she’s right, of course. The warmth of the soup heats your very soul, settling and giving you a sense of reassurance, maybe you weren’t going to end the universe by simply being here. It was a lot for one soup to do, you suppose time travel makes you really hungry. 
“It tastes amazing.” You compliment in between spoonfuls.
Bucky’s mother must’ve given him a look because he shakes his head when she smiles.
“I like her.” She shrugs.
There’s not much talking as you eat, neither of you knows where to really start, and you were grateful for it. It was a headache to even try and lie right now.
Afterwards, you slip into the bathroom, with a silent promise not to try and escape again as he watches you disappear with a hint of a smirk.
It’s a nice dress. Clearly worn many times and loved, the deep emerald color now faded to a dustier green and the skirt was a little frayed at the edges, a dark mark from where it had caught fire momentarily years ago, it was a dress that had lived. At least it would help you fit in.
Emerging after a final check, you faintly hear a new voice in the kitchen. You hesitate, the fewer people you interact with the better. Sure, it was nice to pretend you were safe for a couple of moments but now you just wanted to get back home as unscathed as possible.
“You’re not escaping again are you?” Bucky calls out.
“...No” 
Okay, deep breaths, just make it a polite hello and a swift exit-
“Holy fucking shit.”
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are you still working on A Group Of Remarkable People?? just asking cause i really really love the character dynamics you were setting up in that one lol
i am!!! in fact here's a little snippet of what i'm working on since i know it's been ages:
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“Do you remember,” Loki finally says, eyes down on his folded hands, “what I told you about your magic when we first got started? Where it comes from?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her frowning at him. “The Infinity Stones,” she says. “The Mind Stone.”
“That’s where it came from,” Loki says, turning a bit to properly look at her. “Where does it come from now?”
He sees when it dawns on her what he’s really asking, and she nods, tapping herself in the sternum.
Loki nods, too. “Your magic is deeply rooted in emotion,” he tells her for what certainly isn’t the first time. “That makes it powerful. It can make it quite dangerous, as well, without proper control. I know you know that already, but as the person who’s been instructing you these past few weeks, it seems it would be irresponsible of me not to remind you anyway, before we embark on a mission as important as this one.”
“I can control it,” she reminds him.
“So you’ve shown me,” Loki says, offering a half-smile that she… sort of returns. It doesn’t reach her eyes. His probably doesn’t reach his eyes either, but nonetheless that feeling tugs at him again, and a voice prods at the back of his mind, a voice that isn’t his own—Thor’s, maybe—yelling at him to do something, Loki, say something.
For God’s sake, at least tell her to be careful.
It’s not that he thinks she’s careless, but… well, no, actually, a part of him does truly believe she is, or at least that she can be, and is primed to be, given everything she’s lost—and all that will very likely remain lost, this whole mission be damned. It’s all too easy to imagine that she’ll toss her life away at the slightest provocation. It’s all too easy to look at her now and see a bit of himself, a not so long ago version of himself that Wilson, Barnes, and Hope Van Dyne are destined to meet by the day’s end.
He clears his throat.
When his voice finally decides to come to him, it says, “We’ll be resuming our training when this is all over. Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’ve helped save the universe.”
It’s not what he means to say.
It does finally provoke the smallest of real smiles from her, though, so it’ll have to do. In her native tongue, she says, “Don’t expect me to go easy on you, either.”
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justsomefangirlie · 7 months
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Being Hope Van Dyne’s child & and part of the Van Dyne/Pym/Lang Family…
Inspired by @shenanigans-and-imagines & @moonlit-imagines headcanons writing ✍️…
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(Pre-Ant Man):
- when Hope discovered she was expecting you it was a surprise.
- she hadn’t planned to have kids (at least not in the point she was currently in her life) and her own trauma involving her parents, her father especially.
- But feeling that this could be the chance to give you the childhood she didn’t get to have, she soon warmed up to the idea of being a Mom.
- and the moment she got to look at you and hold you for the first time after your birth she knew that you’d be the center of her world.
- She kept you a secret from Hank for awhile, then not talking for long periods of time wasn’t usual at this point (since they still had a strained relationship) so her not contacting him for about nine months didn’t raise suspicions…at first.
- eventually she did tell him, since as complicated as her relationship with him was she wouldn’t let that rob you of having at least one grandparent in your life (plus, the experience of him being a grandfather).
- To her shock he took it quite well, he was pretty happy and excited to see his first grandchild in person and became quickly fond of you.
- you became the only thing Hope and Hank had in common, their love for you and just wanting you to be safe and happy.
- Hope was the opposite of everything Hank had been as a parent, she was present for everything, ever single event.
- whether it’d be a school play, a sports event, a mandatory parents day at school, parent-teacher conferences — you name it she was there.
- And she made sure she was even if it interfered with her work schedule, she’d move it around just for you, she’d move planets just so you’d know how special you were to her.
- when it was ‘take your child to work day’ was when she’d let you go to Pym technologies, and see the work both her and you grandpa did.
- and let’s not get started on how much Hank loved to recount his old days as the hero, Ant-Man, to you.
“And then I convinced the Ants to help me” Hank said as he told you another story from one of his many past escapades “with our combined strengths, we defeated the centipede,”
“Hank, I told you not to fill their heads with those stories,” Hope said
Hank rolled his eyes “there meant to be inspirational,”
- you liked hearing those stories, and would beg him to tell you some of them when Hope wasn’t in the room.
- you caught on quick from an early age the strain between your mom and grandpa, which you didn’t really understand then.
- both your mom and grandpa could agree that they didn’t want you to be a hero and put on the suit.
- however you couldn’t help but have their stubbornness and as you got older and understood quantum physics better then your average child (being a Pym and all) you’d want to follow in those footsteps someday.
(Ant-man):
- your were still young when Scott first entered your family’s life…(around 10 or so).
- you had heard the news of someone breaking in and stealing your grandpa’s old ant-man suit and gear.
- and when you found out it was somebody like Scott, let’s just say you weren’t very impressed.
- you didn’t get how a guy like this had been an expert enough thief to break in, steal your grandpa’s stuff, and also been in prison prior.
- to you he was kinda a goofball.
- but watching your mom mess with him and one up him in boxing was pretty entertaining.
“Can I have a turn?” You asked in your most innocent tone as you watched them spar.
“Now that’d be unfair to him,” Hope snarked at Scott’s expense.
“Come on!” He groaned, as he still held his side from being punched by Hope earlier.
- you also had fun scaring him with ants randomly appearing in hoards, you had a piece of tech that your grandpa gave you as a gift (in secret of course) that let you control and communicate with them.
- you hid them as you own personal ant farm but would occasionally let them roam free like they were dogs that needed to be walked and you’d use it at Scott’s expense.
“What’s going on here?” Scott asked trying to hide his discomfort at seeing the amount of ants that seemed to be following you.
“Their my pets,” you said casually.
“Their…very well trained…” he said unsure what to say to that.
“Thank you,”
- Being a victim of Darren (Yellowjacket’s) revenge plan, kidnapping you and taking you hostage.
- let’s just say you meet you eventual future step-sister I’m not the best circumstances.
- But once Scott appeared and save you both you opinion on him changed, even if it was just a little…
- you weren’t that surprised when him and your mom started dating, she seemed happy and that’s all you wanted.
- plus, meeting Cassie again and quickly forming a sibling bond with her…
“Are you gonna be my new sibling?” Cassie asked you while visiting Scott one day and you and your Mom were also their.
“Maybe?” You said unsure, a part of you kinda hoped things worked out for them.
A moment of silence passed, until…
“Cool! I always wanted one!” Cassie said excitedly.
“Me too!” You agreed just as excited.
- the idea of your family growing was something you started to like the idea of.
- but Scott still took his time to grow on you, you saw him as pretty silly for an adult. While Scott thought you took everything to seriously for a kid.
- but then it all went south when he took the ant man suit to go help Captain America when the avengers were having some drama.
- and even though he was put under house arrest, you, your mom, and grandpa all laid low and hid out for a bit as to stay out of it.
- until a new threat would arise…
(Ant man and the wasp):
- seeing Scott for the first time after the events of civil war and still holding it against him that he inadvertently caused your family to go into hiding and get into trouble from association.
“Kid, I’m sorry, really…” Scott apologized to you for what seemed like the millionth time.
You still didn’t look at him as your arms were crossed over your chest in anger.
“Is their anyway I can make it up to you?”
“If you had captain America’s autograph, maybe…” you said.
- you only got more upset when both your mom and grandpa started to leave you out of their quantum realm experiment.
- you had been told what had happened to your grandmother, and how she got stuck there. When the chance to meet her finally presented itself you wanted to help only for them to exclude you.
- they reasoned it was for your own safety and to not get your hopes up too much, but you were still a bit bitter.
- but then everything with foster and Ava or Ghost happened.
- and going against your mom and grandpa’s request you snuck around and ended up helping them out, and even more surprising you had a ant suit of your own.
- something you had been secretly working on for awhile behind their backs, you had wanted to show to them eventually, but considering the current situation you had no choice but to debut it early.
“And when we’re you going to tell me?” Hope scolded you, despite being in the middle of a conflict she still took a moment to address you.
“I was going to tell you when I knew it worked properly,”
“Does it?!” She asked now concerned if you were wearing a faulty suit. She didn’t want her only kid to shrink to the size of an insect and stay that way.
“Relax, it works fine,”
“Relaxing is the last thing I need right now!” She said.
- while Hank and Scott were just as equally surprised by your appearance and suit, they were much more quicker to accept it.
- Hank even complemented it and found it quite impressive.
- But stopped short when he saw Hope’s glare.
- After dealing with Foster and Ava and coming to an understanding and helping Ava out with her condition it was time to finally rescue Janet.
- and what a moment it was when she and Hank both reappeared out of the quantum realm.
- Janet’s reunion with Hank and Hope was emotional enough, but when she saw you…her grandchild, she walked up to you and you stood there in stunned silence, dumbfounded.
- she was your grandma but you didn’t know what to say as your first words to her ever.
- you didn’t need to say anything as she gently grabbed you face to get a good look at you and you both stared at each other and finally hugged.
- a sentimental moment that got Hank and Hope as they watched, and Scott to — who was close to bawling at that point.
- a happy reunion to say the least, until it all took a turn…
- one minute you, your mom, and grandparents were sending Scott to the quantum realm and the next you were the only one still standing by the control panels while dust suddenly filled the air around you.
- you heard Scott calling out through the headset but you still weren’t experienced enough yet to bring him back and you were now standing alone without a way to figure out what had just happened.
(Endgame):
- the event was called the blip, and you had no choice but to leave Scott in the quantum realm since you had no knowledge yourself yet and all your other family was gone.
- you had no other family to go to (seeing as you didn’t know you actual father) so you went to see the first other person that came to mind at that moment, Cassie.
- to your relief she was okay and so was her mom and step-dad, Maggie and Jim.
- they were aware of you through countless stories from Cassie and Scott mentioning you too.
- having hearing what happens to your family they were kind enough to let you stay at their place for and not and look after you.
- ‘a bit’ turned into about five years.
- and during that time you had gone into a depression about losing your family and feeling guilty about leaving Scott stuck in the quantum realm…you used the time to study up on all the quantum psychics you could and all your grandfather’s notes as well.
- Cassie would occasionally help and started to become the interested as well.
- your bond as siblings grew during that time, feeling responsible for what happened to her father you made sure to look out for her and protect her like any hood older sibling.
- but then Scott came back, showing up at the front door out of the blue, much to your and Cassie’s delight.
- Scott of course surprised by how much the two of you had grown, but also caught of guard when you hugged him. Never one to show affectionate displays before, especially with him prior…
“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Scott asked as you hinged him tight.
“I’m giving you a hug, goof. I missed you,”
“You too, wait, a goof?”
“Don’t ruin the moment,” you whispered.
- when he was caught up on everything, he left to go find the remains avengers and help them fix everything.
- and he did, they all did. You weren’t sure at first how they did all you know the next time you saw Scott your mom was by his side.
- Scott had explained to you how it was done, how they traveled through time and all, but you didn’t pay much attention you were to focused on your reunion with your mom.
(Ant-man quantumania):
- to say the success had gone to Scott’s head was an understatement.
- you and Cassie made jokes about it behind his back.
- sure, he had done a lot to save the world and bring everyone back and you appreciated that, but it sometimes felt like he was the sole reason for all of it.
- you had since gotten a part time job at Pym tech helping you mom out since during the blip you had done a lot of research and studying.
- and was now old enough to have a proper job (something Hope avoided bringing up since it just reminded her of all the time she missed with you).
- secretly helping Cassie build her own suit, and helping her make the device to contact the quantum realm along with your grandparents.
- that was until you all suddenly got sucked into the quantum realm by said device.
- you’d probably be with Cassie and Scott and the three of you would be stuck together trying to look for your mom and grandparents.
- in the mean time you were forced to be the mediator for Scott and Cassie’s arguments and caught in between their bickering and disagreements.
- you had never felt more uncomfortable then in those moments.
“Could you please tell my Dad that I can handle myself?” Cassie said, after another argument where she didn’t feel like speaking to Scott and making you be her message sender.
“Got it, Scott, Cassie says…”
“I heard…” Scott said.
- another form of awkwardness came from how this was the longest period of time you’d spent with Scott without your mom present.
- the two of you never really pin down what your dynamic was to each other.
- you never felt comfortable enough to call him ‘dad’ or anything like that, and your interactions now made you seem like friends from work who were hesitantly hanging out with each other.
- then you all got captured by a group of resistance fighters, who were fighting against a ruler neither one of you knew yet.
- it was a assortment of characters to say the least and after drinking some strange liquid, from Cassie’s insistence, you did and was suddenly able to understand the various creatures around you.
- and soon learned why they formed the resistance in the first place, you and Cassie wanted to help them while Scott just wanted to find Hope, Hank, and Janet and then get them all out of here safely.
- but then the camp was ambushed and attacked and before the three of you could escape you were stopped and captured by this machine that called himself, Modok.
- which later turned out to be Darren. Much to all your surprises.
“It’s you, little Pym,” he said towards you, the three of you had been placed into small prison cells of sorts and he floated in the hallway.
“Look how tall you’ve gotten you were like this small last time I saw you,” he added making idle chit-chat.
“And last time I saw you, you were…” you tried not to say the obvious, so instead “holding me hostage, so I guess some things never change.”
- you soon meet the ruler that everyone in the quantum realm feared, Kang.
- he made a deal with Scott, if he helped Kang he’d let them all go free and unharmed. And proceeded to use his power to lift up Cassie and she had a look on her face that said she was trying to retrain showing she was in pain.
- you were about to yell out but he soon did the same to you and you both groaned out in pain until Scott screamed for him to stop and that he’d do whatever he wanted him to do. Just don’t harm his children.
- but it turned out to be a trick since the task was much more dangerous then Kang had lead on.
- as you both stayed back forced to listen through the comm Scott struggle down there something suddenly motivated you to say something neither you or Scott would ever hear you say…
“Come on Dad!” You called out hoping he heard in the intercom “you can do it!”
- the motivation of not wanting to let Cassie or you down allows all his other selfs to work together to help him out and with the arrival of Hope they both escaped.
- only for Kang to go back on his desk and keep the both of you still locked up and in his grasp.
- this decision would not work out in the long run.
- soon Hank’s ant army and the remaining resistances fighters all showed up and raided the building. Helping other captors, like Cassie and you, escape.
- as the two of you fought alongside each other past the guards you son made it to the control room and Cassie along with the resistance leader, Jentorra delivered their speeches and words of encouragement.
- you witnessed what happened to Darren and his few moments left, you felt genuinely bad for him.
- then the ultimate defeat of Kang as he got sucked into his own device and disappeared you and Cassie along with Hank and Janet escaped while the portal closed leaving Scott and Hope behind.
- not wanting to lose either of your parents again, you both went to the computers and tried to reopen the portals, with success.
- Scott and Hope were save and the four of you had a small family group hug, which was semi-ruined by Scott…
“So Dad, huh?”
“What?”
“You called me Dad back their, does that mean…” Scott asked sounding hopeful.
“Don’t ask,” you said but you still had a small smile.
- it seems that after everything a small part of you had finally admitted to seeing Scott as a father figure.
- and when you all made it back in time to celebrate Cassie’s birthday and seeing your whole family together you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.
^^hope you enjoyed these headcanons!!!
Thanks for reading!!!
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aurumacadicus · 1 year
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Fictober 15/31 -- “What are you doing?”
I’m hoping to get all of the Avengers’ dresses described in this series and if I don’t, I might do some extra ficlets just to shove them in your face. Over 1K so look out for the cut!
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Lottie was moving off the elevator before the doors had even opened all the way. She immediately rammed into Steve and fell down, sketchbook and pencils going flying.
“Why do you do that?” Steve asked, forlorn, having not moved an inch. “I don’t even stand right in front of the doors anymore. You gain speed.”
“I can’t say why I do it,” Lottie replied with a wince as he grabbed her arm to pull her to her feet, reaching back to rub her tailbone. “I just have, as long as I can remember. I get nervous and just need off.”
Steve sighed. “I’m going to keep being in the way.”
“At least you don’t get hurt,” Lottie grumbled, bending to gather up her pencils as Steve got her sketchbook. “I once took out a small child.”
Steve at least had the decency to wince instead of laugh at her, like most people did. Lottie had to admit she couldn’t fault when people did laugh, though. “I see.”
“You don’t,” Lottie muttered, but only because she could tell he was trying very hard not to ask her what happened after she knocked down a toddler. “Anyway! Were you leaving? Can I ask you a few quick questions before you go?”
“I was just going to meet Thor in the gym,” Steve replied, then looked up at the ceiling. “JARVIS, can you let Thor know I’m going to be a couple minutes late? Thanks.”
“Of course, Captain,” JARVIS answered promptly.
Lottie blinked at him. “Do you always look at the ceiling when you ask JARVIS things?”
“It’s polite to make eye contact,” Steve said defensively.
“…A lot of things about you are making sense, Steve,” Lottie answered after a minute. She turned and began toward the couch, leaving him spluttering in confusion behind her. “Anyway, I don’t know if Bruce or Tony told anyone, but I’m entering the contest for Van Dyne Fashion and designing dresses for all of the Avengers. I thought it might be cool if the one for Captain America was designed sort of like a dress from the forties!” She opened her sketchbook and began spreading out some of the references she’d printed out. “I’ve worked up a couple sketches, but I wanted to get an opinion from someone who actually remembers them. I know the colors won’t exactly mesh with forties dresses, but I’m mostly worried about getting the shape… right…” She paused, realizing Steve hadn’t come up beside her, and turned, brows furrowing together in confusion. “Steve?”
Steve had a hand over his mouth, just staring at her. He looked… overwhelmed, was the only thing that came to mind. Touched, maybe? She shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked.
Steve eventually seemed to realize she needed a response of some sort, even if it was just to tell her to fuck off, because he quickly dropped his hand, clearly his throat. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “Let me see what you’ve got.”
“You don’t have to,” Lottie offered as he finally walked over to sit beside her on the couch. “I’m sure no one else is really going to notice—”
“It’s fine,” Steve said firmly, reaching out so his fingers hovered over a printout of a picture of an old magazine. He set his hand down on it, thumb smoothing over the skirt, and Lottie wondered if he was imagining someone else’s face on the model. She didn’t ask, and he quickly turned his attention to the sketches she’d turned her sketchbook to instead. “Oh,” he said, surprised, and picked up the book to bring it into his lap. “These are very nice. You did a good job.” The corner of his mouth curved up into a wry smile. “Huh, the colors really don’t go, do they?”
Lottie watched him for a moment, just to see if she was going to see anymore longing, but it seemed like whatever he’d been feeling, he’d closed the shutters on it. “I’m confident I can make it so that it won’t look like a star-spangled mess,” she finally said, smiling back at him. “I was thinking like your original outfit, a blue skirt, a red- and white-striped bodice, and blue collar and sleeves. I’m still trying to figure out a way to make the star work.”
“If anyone can, it’s you,” Steve replied, flipping to the next page. “I like that you experimented with necklines. You don’t see a lot of square or keyhole necklines anymore. I think square might work best.”
“That’s what I was leaning toward. I was afraid if I tried a sweetheart or V, I’d make it too plunging for the time period,” Lottie admitted, leaning in so she could see which sketches he was looking at. She pointed at one with cap sleeves. “I was thinking of doing shoulder pads. The websites said they were popular back then?”
Steve nodded absently. “Yeah, to give women a more masculine frame. I heard they came back in the eighties, but they’re out of fashion again now.”
“Yeah,” Lottie agreed. “I saw a lot of belts, too, were belts common?”
“Almost every dress I saw had a belt,” Steve replied. He reached out for a pencil, then held it up over her sketchbook. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” Lottie said, unsure how to say she’d been trying to figure out how to ask him to draw a silhouette without being weird the entire time.
Steve picked a spot between two other sketches, glancing back between them and the lines he was drawing. “All skirts were A-line, and shortened to the knee so that they didn’t take up as much fabric, and also so that women could move more easily as they entered the workforce. Cap sleeves got more popular, but there were also puff sleeves.” He made a few sharp lines with the pencil. “You have a lot more fabrics now, but when I was growing up, dresses were made of cotton, rayon, or wool. You could add sheers, velvet, and silk for afternoon semi-formal attire, or chiffon or shiny rayon for evening. I think maybe stick with a little less formal, though. Maybe a pointed collar if you want to get that kind of military feel to it, those were popular too.”
Lottie leaned over so she could watch him draw. The dress he’d sketched looked a lot like hers, except that he’d done shoulder pads and longer cap sleeves. He’d drawn a hat, too. “Were hats popular?” she asked, as his pencil stuttered to a stop. She blinked when she didn’t say anything, then looked up at him, concerned. “Steve?”
Steve blinked down at the sketch, then coughed, lifting his free hand to rub the back of his head. “Yeah. Hats were popular,” he said, and then hastily added, “I think they made hat pins that had the shield on the side that would be visible on them.”
Lottie stared at him for a moment, frowning, then decided not to push. It seemed like something… incredibly personal. “Okay. Maybe I’ll add a hat!” she decided, taking the sketchbook back from him. “I wonder if they still sell hat pins. Maybe I can find some on eBay. Thanks, Steve! I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Steve replied, reaching out to pick up one of the other pictures she’d printed out and looking at it.
There was a weight, to the way he said it. Lottie watched him for a moment, unsure of what to say, before she looked back down at the sketch he’d done. She wondered what he drew in his own sketchbook. She’d never asked. She hesitated, then reached out and gently put her hand on top of his where it was resting on his knee. Steve didn’t say anything, but he did sort of lean over, pressing their shoulders together. Lottie smiled.
“What are you doing?” Thor asked, leaning his arms on the back of the couch, and Lottie swore he smirked when she screamed and popped into a leopard.
“I don’t understand why everyone thinks you’re so nice,” Steve complained. “You know this isn’t good for her clothes? She’s ripped her shirt.”
“Because older siblings have to be sneaky if they’re going to be mean to their younger ones,” Thor answered simply. “When I asked JARVIS why you were going to be late, he told me you were meeting Lottie, and I thought I might come up and say hello. Hadn’t seen her in a while.”
Lottie shifted back into a human, pointing at him angrily. “You’re lucky I wasn’t wearing a bra, bucko, or I would’ve been pissed. Do you know how hard it is to find a bra that supports you, is comfortable, and doesn’t cost an arm, a leg, and your firstborn child?”
“Midgardians should go back to corsets and stays,” Thor said.
“They’re even more expensive,” Lottie told him flatly, arm falling to her side. She blinked when she realized Steve was pulling his shirt off, frowning, then sighed when he handed it to her. “You know I don’t mind, Steve.”
Steve huffed, keeping his eyes to the side. “I mind.”
“Okay,” Lottie sighed, pulling the shirt over her head. The bottom hem fell to her mid-thigh, and the neck nearly hung off one shoulder. She blinked down at it, then pulled the chest taut. “Do you have bigger boobs than me?”
“Oh my god,” Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Natasha asked him the same thing,” Thor told her helpfully, and Lottie threw her head back to laugh as Steve lunged over the couch at him.
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