It was the place they had been looking for, for far too long. Inside held the answer to the burning question ‘was his daughter here?’ The last two going on three years hadn’t been the kindest years but they’d survived, he’d practically dragged Hope from pillar to post to find this place, mostly for the sake of Cassie but for there own well being.
Mentally, he’d asked himself just how they did it, and honestly, it was down to luck. No doubt about it. The coordinates had been clear but there biggest issues had been the obstacles getting in their way - one step forward two steps back.
He was beyond happy, so happy he could have kissed the nearest ant or mangled spider but that would have been weird and yeah, definitely disgusting. Sleep deprivation - wow, it did strange things to a guys trail of thought. “I doubt a bite on my ass cheek is gonna be a serious cause for concern” Scott quickly quipped back with a smug smirk crossing his features. He’d begun raising his arms to mimic a poorly portrayed zombie when someone addressed his partner in crime.
The direction his hand quickly changed to point at Hope and then himself. “And Scott, we come as a pair”
Hope grinned at Scott and teased; “bites are what caused all this, remember?” she whispered, nudging him gently in the ribs with her elbow. Hope smiled at him; they had done all of this together. Survived together. She was proud of them, proud of him…
Hope’s gaze strayed from Scott as the door opened; the woman who had entered the room had seemed familiar to Hope, but it wasn’t until she had spoken did she place where she knew her. “Bobbi?..” She was certainly shocked to see her old friend. Especially since she’d heard she was dead… “What-?” Hope glanced back to Scott and realised he clearly had no more answers than she did.
“Scott this is Bobbi, we did a summer internship together at my Pym Technologies… Bobbi, this is Scott. He’s my- partner” she said, for lack of a better word. How else do you describe Scott Lang?.. Besides, Scott was right; they came as a pair.
She let the astonishment subside, and paused to think of where she had seen Scott. Realisation dawned, “Scott who spilled a very sticky cocktail on my suede ankle boots at Tony Stark’s 2015 New Year’s Eve party?”
Hope fell into the part of Bobbi’s life that she had to give up due to being unceremoniously killed off by a certain spymaster. She had thought of Hope over the years, seen the news of her taking over Pym Technologies in San Francisco. She wished she had been able to reach out. She also wondered if Hope had seen Bobbi’s name come up when the leaked SHIELD files were being analysed in the press.