Her father had been incredibly upset for a far less. Hank Pym was a lot of things but level headed had never really been one of them. That had always been Janet, and once she was gone the Pym household had been left rigid with contempt and tension. Hope swallowed the whiskey and used the sting to clear her mind of the days after her mother when she had been left alone.
“Cassie’s got a good heart. She’s always wanted to be on your team. I love her, Scott, but she was also incredibly stupid. Having a good heart isn’t good enough. It was irrational. I get it. I grew up with a dad who could change size and talk to ants too. I wanted desperately to be involved, but I also knew there was a way to go about it and Cassie doesn’t seem to have that kind of judgement.”
Setting her glass down, Hope leaned forward and braced her forearms against her thighs. “You raised a dreamer and she doesn’t have a grasp on the realities of our lifestyle. I’m not sure what you could have done. Not treat her like Hank taught me. I don’t know, Scott. I didn’t have a dad who cared enough to figure out what was right or wrong.”
It wasn’t about her, but Hope saw herself in Cassie. She saw where the two of them had diverged and how irreverent Cassie had been.
“It’s your call. Yours and Maggie. As your partner, I recommend training her so that she knows how to handle her body changes but not letting her on the field. You can’t trust someone with your life if you don’t trust them completely, and Cassie hasn’t earned that. My family’s legacy is running through her veins right now and she doesn’t deserve it. Make her work for it. It’s what you and I did.”
Scott carded a hand through unkempt dark locks, before switching to leaning forward, elbows propped up on his knees and his face buried in his hands. Letting out a deep, but shaky sigh, Scott looked up, “No, you’re right. You’re one hundred percent right.”
He couldn’t just brush it off and pretend like this had never happened, there – there wasn’t really any going back from here. The best course of action, as Hope had so intelligently supplied, was to train Cassie. Teach her how to control the particles, how to keep herself safe.
And then, and only then, could he determine whether or not she’d be able to enter the field.
Cassie would always be his partner ( one of them ), there was no doubt about that, but in a way that meant they’d always have each others’ backs. He couldn’t imagine his peanut out there, fighting a hostile alien race, or killer robots - or god forbid, a mad Titan.
But here he was, contradicting his own thoughts again.
Of course, there was also the question of what the hell to tell Maggie. His wife knew the truth, but learning that her own daughter had done something so callous and irresponsible, something she was only exposed to because of Scott – he didn’t even know what to think.
“I - I don’t even know what to - how to - I – what the hell do I tell, Maggie? God.”
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