Scott Lang found himself awakening from his nap just as his train arrived in Metropolis. He made his way out of the miniature laboratory within his helmet in a rush, prompting him to temporarily ignore Pym’s follow-up email about his miniature robots until he had more time. Besides, what could be so important about a bunch of insect-esque robots? At least Pym was sticking to his all-so-important ant motif. Him finally moving away from that would be
so terrible.
After leaping out of the lab’s door Scott grew back to his regular size, landing quickly in the centre of the carriage, causing numerous passengers to jump in shock. Giving a brief apologetic look, Scott grabbed his helmet and made his way towards the exit.
Before long he had arrived back at the Justice League Headquarters. It was no mansion, but the skyscraper was a gleaming tower of hope for the people of Metropolis, as well as for the world. Like some sort of watchtower of justice. Scott made his way proudly inside, shooting a set of finger guns towards the two security guards at the desk before entering the elevator. As he ascended to the League quarters above, Scott shifted drowsily from foot to foot, completely oblivious to the 90’s pop music playing around him. That was the last thing Scott remembered that evening before he collapsed out of exhaustion onto his bed.
Well, not exactly the last thing. The last thing he could remember was thinking about the last time he had seen Cassie, and the beautiful smile that she had had on her face.
Scott sadly found himself awakening during the early hours of the morning, the sound of his alarm ringing beside him. He groaned loudly, shifting himself under the covers. Mornings were honestly the worst things in the world. He wriggled some more, wrapping his body up with the sheets into some sort of cocoon. All the while the alarm continued to chime away from the bedside table, seemingly growing loudly as if it was intending to spite the bug themed superhero. As it rang, Scott tried to put together why he had even put such an alarm on. Something important had to be happening this morning, right? Otherwise, why on earth would he dare putting an end to his relaxation? That was when it hit him. Combat training. If mornings were the worst thing in the world, combat training probably came second. It was essentially a time for his teammates to throw him around like a tiny punching bag. Not fun at all.
Willing himself to climb out from beneath the covers, he slowly manoeuvred his way towards the bath, giving his nether-regions a quick scratch as he did so. After a luxurious shower and a quick shave, he returned to his room in an attempt to find his uniform. He spotted it instantly, lying in a messy heap on the floor. Picking it up, he held the spandex suit up in front of him, taking it all in. Scott was proud of his suit, with him feeling that it was a clear sign of his accomplishments; as a hero and even as a father. Scott had designed the look of the suit himself, having wished to appear different than Pym had done when he briefly carried the Ant-Man mantle. As he admired his handiwork however, Scott discovered that despite the suit’s sleek look, it was still prone to stains. Particularly that from New York hotdogs.
He groaned once more, rubbing the patch of discoloured fabric. Unfortunately he wouldn’t have time to wash it before the training began, so grudgingly he pulled the suit on, let loose the odd couple of swear words as he did so.
Once he was done, he made his way out of his room, venturing towards the headquarters’ central rooms. Here he found himself met with none other than the Earth’s most popular patriot. Scott had always been a huge fan of Captain America, with his father having gifted him several of his old Captain America comics when he had been a child. And now, they were on a team together. Scott had barely held his excitement when he had originally joined the team, with him acting fairly awkward around the Captain during their first few weeks together. Eventually he had calmed himself, with the two becoming friends.
“
Morning Cap.”
Scott spoke slowly, evidence that he still hadn’t fully awoken. Suppressing the calming thoughts of tucking himself back within the covers of his bed, he made his way towards the small-scale kitchenette, taking note of the empty coffee pot. As he began to fill the granules, he turned his head towards the team’s
fearless leader.
“
So, who else is joining us this morning? I haven’t handed Aquaman his ass in a while!”
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