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( john krasinski. 42. he/him. cis male. ) are you a HERO? something tells me that chaotic in everything you do, entering a room just to forget what’s supposed to be done there and triple checking your daughter got home safe make you who you are, SCOTT LANG. with the powers of PYM PARTICLES, you’re sure to have a charming, self-deprecating personality — and you definitely belong to SWORD. were you listening to DANGER ZONE by KENNY LOGGINS on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!
character name: scott lang
age: 42
faceclaim: john krasinski
voiceclaim: paul rudd
skill set: pym particles babyyyyy
affiliations: the avengers ,, or what’s left of them
family: ex wife — maggie lang, daughter — cassie lang
zodiac: sagittarius
was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them. if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what did it feel like after those five years have passed?
now that’s complicated ,, scott wasn’t necessarily blipped even if it looked that way to many. he was stuck in the quantum realm while trying to help hank, hope and janet and got stuck there. thanos snapped and he was stuck - until that rat saved him and the universe !!
where are they living? are they living with anyone?
he’s living by himself right now - he’s got an apartment pretty close to the sword compound so he can go back and forth to help whenever he’s needed ,, he still needs his alone time. he can only deal with one kid rn yall ,, even if he considers a lot of the young heroes to be family.
why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?
i think its obvious why he’s affiliated with the avengers ,, he’s been through a lot with them. at least the remaining ones. he’s just affiliated with sword at the moment because of cassie - if shield needed his help too ?? whoops ,, watch him shuffle to help them also
who are their major friends, allies, and foes?
major friends would include any remaining avengers buds. allies: sword & shield - i imagine he really supports both orgs a lot ?? realistically ,, the only reason he’s with sword is so he’s close to cassie. he wants to make up for lost time in any way that he can !! foes? darren cross is obviously the big one ( literally ), but honestly ? anyone who fucks with the people he loves ? instant enemy.
whose hands do they believe the country should be in?
the people - he fully believes heroes are needed around the world in order to fight those who clearly don’t have the right intentions. he’s always been a man who will do the wrong things for the right reasons - hence why he sided with cap instead of tony during civil war. so long as the world is regulated and peaceful, heroes should be allowed to serve and do their job to keep everyone safe.
what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?
scott is surprisingly doing well.. probably more than people expected. he’s trying to stay straight, trying not to get involved in any crime !! he’s just trying to be a better father to his daughter, trying to advise all the young ones not to follow in his shoes and probably lowkey adopting more heroes. his physical state? he’s still chugging along ,, even if his back is really starting to hurt
does she… enjoy scott’s company ? … maybe. but she’ll be DAMNED if she admits it to anyone else. the x-men and the avengers have always worked APART. the’d exchange notes and information when needed but it was very much a ‘ you stay in your lane and we’ll stay in ours ‘ arrangement. and both sides were happy with that. ❝ hm. ❞ not the answer she is expecting. but her intuition ( she hasn’t read his mind nor is she going to ) says he genuinely does not know. ❝ you were pretty integral to defeating thanos and his forces. i understand you may feel different scott but that sound like an avenger to me. ❞ she tuts at this next statement. ❝ ah yes. i can relate. we have some mutants who are like that. and yes heard and seen that too. i’m sure you’re ALL very happy to have your fallen teammates back. ❞
he was a big reason as to why they defeated thanos, sure, but he didn’t really look at it in that way. maybe because his daughter was the only one who liked to remind him of the fact - who really liked to remind him of everything he did to get people back.. turns out being affiliated with the avengers made you a little self-depreciating.. he shrugs, humming a little at the comparison. “it’s nice having people back but it also makes you wonder.. why.” a pause, hand moving to rub his jaw. “why are they back? and should we not be a little panicked by the fact that they are?” easy to tell how he felt about the whole situation. “i don’t know, em.. i just — i can’t do all of this again. i like being in my kid’s life for an extended period of time..” cassie was his life. they were more important than being an avenger. “if i wasn’t in freaking jail, i was in germany with cap.. and then arrested again... and then was stuck in the quantum realm... i’ve never been around long enough to be there for cassie.”
upon feeling scott’s hand fall on his shoulder , john instinctively rolled it away. he took a step aside ; never enjoying physical touches. john looked down at the books in question. most of them relating to history , quite a few of them were papers about the avengers , the portal , thanos . . . just a general crash course in what happened over a course of a decade in this universe. the mage caught a breath , ❝ i can’t take them home , i don’t have a library card. i’m not some damn thug. ❞ he protested. john shook his head in irritation. ❝ my mother always taught me never to follow strangers . . . ❞
“so we can get you a library card.. it’s not that hard to do.” eyes narrow, glancing down at the books. avengers? thanos? oh, this was how he was going to win this guy over. scott’s quick to move to a table, dropping some of the books and papers before he reaches for the first titled ‘the avengers and how they defeated thanos.’. of course he makes a show of holding it up, flicking through some of the pages. “see, that’s me!!” he’s pointing towards the tiny ant-man on the page, lips curling in shame. not the best way to convince someone that he is indeed, a superhero. “oh, c’mon.. there’s gotta be an actual picture of me in here...”
tara looked up just in time to see the other helping her out and she finds her own irritation starting to dissipate. a momentary fit of aggression and the vibrations slow down as her own breathing starts to calm. she nods, “yeah, well .. it could be better. it’s just .. life in a city is always like this, huh?”
"yup." and it's sad saying that. he doesn't look too happy and his tone definitely tells her everything she needs to know. he was still finding it hard adjusting to new york and everything it had to offer. it truly wasn't a city for everyone. "you'll run into nicer people, i promise." it wasn't all doom and gloom. plus he hoped that him helping the other out would truly show that there wasn’t only assholes around. “a lot of people genuinely like helping others so.”
he looked like hell . . . not in the way women lusted for pete davidson but in the way man feared steve buscemi. he hadn’t slept for a while , clearly. his expression was much more gaunt than usual and constantine was the type of man who made his distress quite literally everyone else’s problem. needless to say queens’ local library had more tension than a real housewives reunion. ❝ good god susan , i will put the fucking books back when i’m done with the fucking books , alright ? fucks wrong with you people , eh ? can’t some bloke from across the universe do some damn research ? ❞
it wasn’t even surprising to hear someone raise their voice at this library - pretty much normal at this point. especially in new york of all places. no one seemed to be able to keep their voice down. so he had been minding his own business, eyes still scanning over some of the books at the music section.. his excuse? there was nothing like reading through a book for all of five minutes before you improvised and inevitably went to youtube to learn how to play the ukelue. that was until he heard john’s last few words, reaching for the first book he could and turning on his heels, approaching the pair with a grin. “susan.. it’s susan, right? i got this, sweetie.” hand pats quickly at john’s shoulder, pointing down at the books the other had been reading. “he’ll put them back when he’s finished, i promise. just some crazy shit been going on and our new friend here needs to.. read a little.. i guess.” eyes narrow, reaching for a few of john’s books with a smile before leaning over to whisper. “uh, you taking them home or going to sit somewhere? i wanna ask you a few things.”
emotion control ( specifically when she hasn’t been undercover in this long , or when she’s reached the stress level breaking point ) … not her strongest suit. brows furrow together. “ i ….what ? ” it’s not a surprise. nothing really is with scott anymore. “ you know , i don’t think they have a name. ” a deep routed sigh. hand extending to steal a few almonds. “ a pack of lions is called a pride. so at best , you could probably get away with that. but please. do not go around calling it a cat pile. that’s sounds like a really bad high school football team. ”
he liked to think he was a smart guy. sure, he doesn't understand quite a lot of what he's been told over the years.. quantum physics? goes straight over his head. but a lot of people seemed to just ignore his electrical engineering masters degree — while it had nothing to do with so-called cat piles, at least it proved he had some sort of brain. of course he had to go to someone else who came to mind when it came to intelligence.. bobbi. “so a baby pride pile.” clearly that explanation wasn’t proving to satisfy him, but he’d go with it. “my football team was called the flying squirrels.. safe to say we didn’t win much.” plus scott had been more interested in motors and communication systems.. and charming his ex-wife. not to mention how his criminal past started back then .. that was a conversation for another day. “surely there’s a better name than baby pride pile.”
SHE PLAYFULLY ROLLS HER eyes at her friend’s dad . listen , he’s not all that bad . “ see i wish my vote can stay with pancakes but sometimes they just get a little too soggy for my liking . you can’t drench them in syrup and you have to be strategic about it . ” she knows it’s a useless argument as she’s getting the hint that scott is very passionate over his pancakes . “ i think waffles just have a bad rap because of toaster waffles –– no hate to eggo but i think it’s their fault , y’know ? ”
wow - here he was .. definitely considering gwen to be easily his favourite out of his kid’s friends .. not anymore. especially not since she was considering waffles to be better. “okay, i agree with you there. eggo ruined waffles.” lips curl, leaning back into his seat with a shake of his head. “no wait, i’ll say it. stranger things ruined waffles. i never liked eggos that much — no one did!!” he couldn’t fault gwen too much though, at least she was happy enough to keep up this dumb conversation with him. that was nice. “how’s life though, kid? staying out of trouble?”
“ whatever it is … i really don’t care. no offense. ” lack of sleep mixes like acid with social interaction. most days , she can keep it together. or so little voice in her head claims. not that anyone , at any point in her life ( read : career ) , has accepted her bullshit. “ unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘aw but bobbi, i brought you coffee’ — can it wait ? ” okay. it’s harsh. a touch too much. she’s starting to sound like her mother. “ at least until i get some caffeine , please. ”
“well, i didn’t bring you coffee .. so that means you gotta suck it up for now.” scott was bored - so of course it meant chaos would simply reign now. he had a million questions and naturally, he was going to bother someone he knew was smart. even if they were practically unanswerable and bobbi told him not to. “if heaps of cats are lying on top of each other, is it still called a dog pile?” eyes narrow, holding his bag of almonds towards the other with a smile. “cat pile doesn’t sound right.”
she relaxes into his hold as if it’s easy as breathing , head falling on scott’s shoulder as she inhales his familiar scent . “ of course they’re your family , ” hope agrees and she wraps her own arms around his waist , holding on tight . she really , really does not want to let go . and it’s true , what she said . she knows her parents , especially her father ( as surly as he is ) , view scott as a son - in - law already . with everything they’ve been through , hope’s not surprised . even if her dad pretends like scott’s more an inconvenience than anything , she knows just how much he really cares about him . “ they care about you a lot , you know that right ? my dad . . . he thinks he’s slick when he tries to subtly ask how you’re doing , but i can see right through him . and my mom is , like , in love with you . she doesn’t ever stop asking about you . ”
they pull apart just enough to look at each other in the eye and hope can’t help the grin that spreads over her lips . “ you’re really good at that sometimes , ” hope says with a tilt of her head , a teasing lilt in her tone ; “ the whole being a jerk thing . you’re lucky i love you right back . and i didn’t reject you ! ” she lifts her hand to smack him on the chest , lets it stay there as she continues , “ is that what you’re telling people ? it was more like . . . a rain check . ” hope sobers , the nerves she had been feeling at the beginning coming back tenfold . “ but i’m ready now . if you are . ”
he had been through too much with the family to consider them no less than his own. nobody could ever go through what they all did and not look at them with so much admiration. he knew hank loved him a lot more than he let on, that was beyond obvious. and whilst he had fucked up a number of times in regards to the other and his feelings, none of it was done out of badness.. scott always made sure to fix things. janet was a joy in herself, an incredibly sweet and bright woman whose company he enjoyed massively. and hope? well.. she was hope. his hope. “so like.. what you’re saying is that i should be going after your mom instead.” he can’t even stifle his laughter, looking up at the ceiling to quiet himself down. “i love them both a lot - just like they’re my own.”
he’s quick to hum, head tilting. “kinda felt like rejection.” head shakes, almost an indication that he’s over being teasing, but really.. it’s something that the other is used to — and will need to get even used to further if they’re being serious about scott’s past ill-timed proposal. “as in we take it slow again? or i need to buy a ring?” either way, he didn’t really care. hope in his life regularly at any capacity was something he was absolutely desperate for. for the first time since returning from the quantum realm.. things were starting to feel pretty normal.. ideal. everything he’s ever wanted. cassie was thriving, he was on hank’s good side, his business was doing pretty well, he could relax since the avengers weren’t exactly doing anything... and now things seemed to be healing with hope. “actually.. hold on.” hands drop from her body, holding his finger up. “wait here - i’ve got something!!”
and of course he instantly darts off, hopping over a few boxes that had been laid out for work to get into the kitchen. “i know i’ve got one in here, i’ve just gotta —” his voice cuts off abruptly, sliding back into the doorframe and holding up what he had been searching for: a ring pop. “find it.” this would work for now, right? she had to know this was his first thought considering he didn’t have an actual ring. not yet at least. “i’ll do the ring thing right eventually.. i promise.”
having identified this man’s suit as something similar to that of his friend atom ( x-ray vision helped him distinguish the composition, though there were elements foreign to him still. clark has half a mind to bring it up to the WATCHTOWER before remembering that there was no such thing in this world ) he is not surprised when he grows to his full size. it looked every bit like he was expecting it, in fact. ❝ hey, you and me both, pal. ❞ superman counters in a manner that batman had once called annoyingly amicable.
❝ i guess you’ve got a point, but you were sneaking around a bit more. ❞ he is inherently calm, the way only an indesctrutible man could be. ❝ i’m superman. ❞ he doesn’t boast the name so much as reveal it casually. the S on his chest and the red cape were usually an indicator of his identity, but this was a different world. he still hadn’t decided if he liked not being known or not. ❝ and you are? ❞
“the best way to do cardio. it’s fun trying to see if a giant will stand on you.” not really true. he had been sleuthing around — but that was a conversation for him and hank pym. he was hoping that answer would be enough .. he figured he could probably get this guy to talk about more than what exactly he had been doing. “superman? cool.” he nods, “i thought that’s what my kid would have called me when they were growing up .. but i guess when you’re locked up for years and don’t get to see her constantly ... that changes.” he points towards the cape, an approving nod accompanying the action. of course scott would think capes were cool.
“i’m scott.” hand flies out almost instantly, wanting to greet the other with a handshake. “but if we’re going with our cool superhero names — ant-man. i’m ant-man.” it doesn’t take him very long to realise just how lame his name sounds next to freaking superman.. and it’s obvious with the way his smile had practically disappeared. “did you choose your name? i didn’t choose mine.. that’s why it sounds incredibly boring.” yeah.. like that would change anything scotty...
Unbeknownst to Superman, he was starting to step on some toes. More specifically, toes that belonged to SWORD. The organisation’s mission and his own were beginning to overlap, which resulted in the unwanted caped Kryptonian barging into their missions and finishing them for them. Whether or not this would end up badly for Superman, it was still up to question.
Right now, however, he is unaware of two things: Firstly, that this was an operation SWORD was running. Secondly, that they already had an operative on the ground. A very small one at that. So small, in fact, that Clark almost misses him –– but his superhearing does wonders in a time like this.
Right before his red boot can smash the Ant-Man, he realises there is someone underneath it and stops. Clark frowns, zeroes in on the floor, and sees the man in the intricate suit. “You’re not Atom.” The Justice League member says, about 80% sure of the fact. Atom hadn’t gotten a suit change, had he? “Who are you?”
he was tempted to just spring up back into his normal form and punch the guy about to stand on him, though he resisted. this was always fun - freaking people out because: when did they ever see someone so small? it totally wasn’t a normal thing at all. that was until, he heard the other’s words. scott is quick to press the button on his suit, immediately transforming back into his usual, normal size self. “atom?” he questioned, brows furrowing. “i am not atom.. i have a lot of them inside me though.” that is until he’s pointing at the other, accusatory in every sense of the word. “shouldn’t i be asking that? you almost STOOD on me.”
he could tell there was a certain air about the other though.. something about him screamed superhero ... which honestly wasn’t all that surprising with everything going on. “i’ll tell you my name once you tell me yours.”
it took some hesitation and a bit of nudging from the older woman who had owned the store she worked at, but tara found herself with a bouquet speedwalking through the streets to try and catch up with the person that had left it at the counter. her eyes darted between navigating around the people on the street and the receipt she had on another hand as she tries to read and remember the name that was on it. with her luck, she had bumped into a person, causing tara to drop both the receipt and the bouquet. a slight vibration from where the items dropped was evident to terra, and it troubled her greatly.
there was stress and there was irritation. and then there was an unholy mix of both as she lets out a big sigh and drops to one knee to pick up the fallen items. even try to put the bouquet back together. a slight shadow over her caused tara to scoff, “doing something right now, actually. sorry for blocking the way or whatever.” and she took a few deep breaths as she worked, trying to prevent those vibrations from occurring again or becoming stronger. “i’ll be out of your way soon. faster if you would like to help me?" ( @reshieldedstart· )
a no-brainer really. lean down and help - especially because he’d like to think someone would do the same for him.. or even for his own kid. scott pushes past the person she had been talking to, giving them a slight look before he leaned down and started picking up a few of the items. “that was a dick move from them to not help you out — a lot of people just care about themselves around here.” which was honestly sickening. “you good?”
Fortunately, it was easy for Roy to find work again in this new city. Maybe it was his complete willingness to do literally any job that earned him a living wage, but he had managed to find a job in a non-profit counseling center and clinic. Perhaps it was slightly ironic of him to be giving the public of this new dimension any sort of advice, especially seeing how his life was in shambles, but it was easy work. Roy mainly stayed at the front desk, making appointments and trying to match people with the appropriate services. It was mindless at times, just setting appointment blocks, or giving out supplies they kept behind the desk, but it gave Roy something to do. It was about lunch time when the door jingled overhead, and someone walked in. “Just gimme one second I just-” Roy scribbled something down on a sheet of paper, mostly boring inventory notes mixed with a vague schematics he had to make a better version of the exploding arrow. “There we go. Now, what can I help you with?”
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he couldn’t say this was the oddest place he had ever went to for consulting for security.. but it had to be one of the most interesting places. especially because he knew he should have been coming for counselling for a long time now. “i mean, i’d love to be able to say ‘hi, i definitely need someone to talk to after fighting aliens’ but i’m not here for that.” he smiles, holding up a few blueprints. “i’m here with x-con security consultants. i just need to look around to take a few notes since my best friend luis was too lazy to do so.” typical luis.. “it should only take me 10 minutes at most and i understand if you want to walk with me - the name makes you assume the worst, huh?”
cue the fond eyeroll. it substitutes out for what hope really wants to do , which is take scott’s stupid face in between her hands and kiss him senseless. “ i’m always right , scott , ” hope says with a smug smirk, “ when are you gonna learn ? ” as he talks , hope takes a moment to wander and look around his place , nerves making her unable to stay still. hope doesn’t even know why she’s nervous. this is scott for god’s sake. he knows her better than anyone. but maybe that’s why she’s so nervous. being vulnerable has never been one of hope’s strong suits. there’s always been a brick wall between her and most other people. after her mother disappeared and her father pretty much became despondent because of it , hope had learned not to let anyone in , to shield herself from the disappointment and the hurt that comes with being attached. she’d spent years building that wall. the way that scott dismantles it like it’s nothing has always unnerved her.
and then there’s the whole marriage thing … marriage ! hope never thought of herself as the marriage type. but she could see it with scott. imagined it with scott. fantasized , hoped , even. and even though the timing wasn’t right , it was still something she wanted. would always want. how could she not ? “ i put a stop to it for a good reason , scott. ” hope turns , faces him , a look upon her face. one that says they’ve had this conversation more than once. “ it was just … ” a sigh. “ it was too much. coming back and fighting aliens , seeing people die and get hurt in front of me. seeing you get hurt. missing five years of my life. i mean that’s a lot , right ? that’s not just me that thinks that ? that’s insane ! and i’d only gotten my mother back for just a miniscule amount of time before everything happened. i just had to regroup , y’know ? focus on them. spend time with them. and not to mention , they’re getting older –––– ” hope stops. swallows the fear that comes with the thought of her aging parents. she sweeps a lock of hair off her cheek and behind her ear. “ i just needed some time. but i miss you. and i never , ever stopped wanting to be with you. you’re my person. that’s never gonna change. ”
of course opening his mouth for too long means he’s fucking up - he’s used to it at this point. he talks too much, he messes things up .. it’s pretty normal for him to experience that. it doesn’t mean he likes it, particularly with hope. he was more than aware that she was the smartest of the pair, the prettiest, easily better at fighting than he was... there truly wasn’t much that he could beat her with, especially with confidence. but he still knew she was the person he was supposed to be with. he wouldn’t have fought so much to get everyone back if it wasn’t for hope being gone for years.
he remains quiet as she rants, eyes locked on her so she knows just how much he’s listening.. not commenting, showing her that he is being attentive and more than apologetic. sometimes his jokes were too much, he knew that. “it was a lot.” scott quietly agrees, stepping forward and reaching for hope’s hands to pull her closer towards him, embracing her once she mentioned her parents getting older. he really couldn’t fault her for that and if anything, only adored her more for being selfish to think of herself. all scott had truly .. was cassie and hope... and luis. he knew his best friend wouldn’t be happy about that one.. “i don’t blame you.. they’re my family too..” he had wanted to reach out more, wanted to hang out with them... but he knew they all needed time as a family. it wasn’t hard for scott to feel like an intruder any time he was around the trio, particularly if they were ranting about something that could quite easily, go over his head. “i’m just being a jerk.. but you know i love you.” the hero mumbles against her hair, fingers brushing against her back in a hopefully comforting manner. “nothing will ever change that. not even being rejected.” okay.. so maybe he can’t stay serious for too long... “and i already know i’d wait for you. you said it yourself — you’re my person.. my teammate.” another quick shrug, tilting his head back to look at her. “— don’t tell cassie .. or luis i said that. even if it’s true.”
