sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ʟᴀɴɢ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɢʟᴇᴅ. (burgled) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-08-20 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, -gamewide plot, hope van dyne, scott lang |
Where's my mind?
Who: Hope and Scott
What: Hope gets dusted and Scott gets some particles
When: Before Jane’s party, during the traumatic dusting of ‘18
Rating: Green
Hope didn’t get invited to parties often - she expected it to be Scott who actually received the invitation, and then she’d get to be his plus one. Since she wasn’t what one may call overly friendly, even if she’d been working on being more approachable. But no, Jane had specified that there was an invitation for them both to attend her birthday dinner - and Hope was six years old again, internally, giddy about getting to be privy to a celebration. Her childhood had been robbed of parties, ponies, and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey after Janet disappeared (or ‘died,’ as her father lied for thirty years). Getting to make up for it now, but with adult versions of parties with actual friends and not merely business acquaintances? That was kind of fun. She’d picked this particular shop because they had a good collection of antique science equipment - brilliant, beautiful things for any collection of a lover of science, like Jane was. Hope currently attempted to decide between a 19th century French barometer, in gold, or a brass balance scale from Portugal. Personally, she was leaning toward the gold barometer. It was beautiful, and expensive, but money was no object when it came to friends - Hope was glad to actually have a friend. “What do you think?” she asked Scott, motioning toward the barometer. “There’s also a barometer from the Victorian era I was eying. I kind of like the gold one better though.” The second one was nice, but there was something charming about French barometers in particular - or at least, Hope certainly thought so. Scott felt great about getting out of the lab for a bit to do some socializing and get some fresh air. Most of all, he was just happy that Hope was making friends and enjoying her tackle the experience like she would pretty much everything else. Needless to say, being her plus one was an easy ‘yes’. It was hard not to get lost in all of the antiques and items. He was trying to focus on helping Hope but..he might have only gotten lost from her when they passed an Alidade compass telescope. The inner workings and mechanics was what fascinated him, obviously, as Scott was an engineer. He was one of those people who liked taking things apart, putting them back together, fixing and refining over and over again. It was a wonder Hank let him touch his suit. Snapping back to where Hope was focusing, the present, obviously, Scott cleared his throat and looked them both over. “I’m just not a fan of the gold. The brass just seems more of it’s time, where the gold is like..flashy.” He glanced down at her with a shrug though. “That’s just me. But I don’t know what Jane would prefer.” Obviously, the antiques in this shop weren’t meant to be actually used - they were for display only, but really only someone who was nerdy enough to be vying for a science job at Stark Industries would appreciate the aesthetics. “I think she’d like the brass,” Hope said, tilting her head, considering. Jane wasn’t an overly flashy person - she didn’t give that vibe to Hope. More about blue jeans and coffee in to-go cups rather than business suits and elaborately put-together lattes. “Oh, I really like that too.“ Now she was distracted by the compass telescope. That could be a good choice. “It’s also brass. Let’s go with that one. Unless you want it for yourself,” she grinned teasingly. Scott did make a face that suggested he might have wanted it. Blue eyes fluttering from the ‘scope and back to Hope’s eyes, his hands in his pockets. “It’s really cool yeah, but, I just want it to mess around with it. It’s Jane’s birthday.” Maybe she’d let him take it apart just once to see everything and then he’d put it right back together for her. He’d probably have to get to know Jane first. Unimportant. “I’m not an astrophysicist. I think this will be perfect for her.” He gave a couple nods that were a bit excessive to signify that he was certain. “We can find you something else you want here,” Hope promised - she couldn’t resist those big blue eyes of his, and she damn well knew it. Him and his annoying handsomeness, chiseled jawline, and ripped abs under his shirt. “I mean, besides me.” She was joking lightly, actually in a good mood - she selected the compass telescope for Jane, bringing it up to the counter. But she was still shopping, because she thought Scott should find something too. “Now, let’s see - “ All of a sudden, her hand shot out and grabbed him. There was pain, something that burned and radiated and ripped through her like a sear from a branding iron. Like her blood had become acid. “Scott?!” Not one to ever really panic, well. Let’s just say Hope was starting to panic. “I don’t need anything, I’m-” Oh, she was so cheeky. Scott loved when Hope was like this, everything was great. She was in the best mood he’d seen in a long time. Face shaking, he smirked lovingly at her comment. “They can’t put a price on you.” Aha! He could be cheeky with his poor jokes too. “I’m right here.” When she grasped at him the smile faded from his face as he moved in front of her, taking her hand, eyes scanning for what was the matter. She looked like she was burning but there was nothing there. “What is it?” She didn’t panic like this. Ever. Something was wrong. Hope opened her mouth to answer him, but she didn’t know how to form the words. It didn’t seem like she’d even get to do so, because she was already fading away. The left side of her first, becoming a swirling blur of grey dust - in a minute, she’d be entirely gone, blending in with the rest of the pollution. Smog, dust, smoke, Hope. All lining the atmosphere. There were tears in her eyes. “Your suit - I adjusted the regulator and added extra compartments for a blue disc so that you can easily add one and use it to grow, to get out of the quantum realm if there’s an emergency,” she told Scott, squeezing his hand. All of this was said in a rush, because she had to make sure she told him. It was important. But not as important as her last words. “I love you.” Then she was gone. “Oh, shit..” No, no, no. Hope was withering away in his arms in pain and there was nothing Scott could do about it. It defied any medical condition or science. Being a part of the Avengers and around a family that studied Quantum Physics, particles, and Atoms? It shouldn’t have surprised him. But that didn’t make this any easier. There was nothing he could do for her. As tears streamed down her face and she of course thought on nothing else but his safety and their plans, Scott found when he had to blink his eyes were leaking badly too. “I’ll..I’ll fix this..” He stammered, traumatized and trying to hold on and coax her. And then she was gone. He didn’t even get a moment to break down before his world went black, the molecules in his body shrinking down within the suit he hadn’t been wearing into the quantum realm. When his eyes opened, it was just like from his dream. Scott winced, clutching the molecules tightly, his breathing labored within the suit. He decided to follow Hope’s instructions and get out before he passed out there. Back in the lab, in a normal size, he fell to the ground, his helmet pulling back so he could try to breathe normally again. Scott tried to steady himself up with his hands but he was shaking, blinking his tears onto the floor. He let himself breathe and get a grip, eyes still red and hands still shaking as he checked the network to confirm the worst had happened. He’d meet up with the rest of them. They’d figure this out. He promised he would. Scott wouldn’t give up on Hope, their loved ones, or anyone else. She wouldn’t give up on him. So he did what she would, composed himself with a grit jaw, and moved to go meet the rest of the Avengers. |