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Tweak says, "preciousssssssssssssss"

lang, scott; ant-man (stealsomeshit) wrote in chances_rpg,
@ 2024-06-16 07:56:00

Entry tags:

marvel: hope van dyne (mcu), marvel: scott lang (mcu), ~!game plot: feeling bold

LOG: HOPE & SCOTT

Who. Hope van Dyne & Scott Lang
When. June 1
Where. Their Lab
What. They're feeling bold.
Warnings. lol no

We're already a family, this just makes it... legal.

Scott had gotten up earlier than usual, having an idea that he couldn’t get out of his head and needed to get to the mobile lab, where it was safely parked just in case. Hope would join him later, he knew, because that seemed to be their near-daily routine. Even if they weren’t at the lab, they were often working in each other’s vicinity. Hope was brilliant in ways Scott could only dream of and he knew he might have been a little biased given how much he loved and admired her.

He was wearing a protective face shield and proper gloves, welding something at his station when his phone lit up with the alert that Hope had arrived. Scott continued with his task because it was a bad place to stop just then. Almost… there. He paused long enough to set his newest obsession aside to cool and pushed the shield back onto his head so he could grin at Hope. He was sweating already and had a smear of black against his jaw.

"I put bagels on your desk!" Scott greeted. God, watching the woman walk was hot. It was no secret between them that she owned him, heart and soul, and that wasn't even digging into their soft-touch Dom/sub relationship. That was private and certainly not something he would ever let leak in a way that Cassie would find out, question too much, and look at him in a different light. Scott was happy. He was happy and healthy and (mostly) staying out of trouble. Scott gave that credit to Cassie and Hope, first, and the support everyone at the Station gave each other.

Nothing about the morning had been particularly out of the ordinary. She'd gotten up with the sun, kissed the sleeping Scott on the temple, then did her daily 5k and yoga. Sometimes it meant Scott beating her to the lab, sometimes not. Neither way bothered her, particularly, especially when he had breakfast plans with Cassie. But she liked it best when he was there.

Hope set her bag down and crossed the space separating them. For whatever reason, it really struck her all over again how gorgeous he was, skin practically glowing under the lab lights. "You're sweet"—she smiled at him as she got into his space (making sure his equipment was off and safely away, of course) and rubbed her thumb against his jaw, nose crinkling playfully—"and a little dirty. What are you up to?"

Scott had started to lean in to kiss Hope when her nose wrinkled and she rubbed at his jaw. Oops. "Optimizing an output idea," he explained, self-consciously rubbing the back of his gloved hand against his jaw only to make it worse. Apparently he'd touched dried grease or ash or something. "Which needs a new coupling so..."

Because that made perfect sense.

He slipped the gloves off and wrapped his arms loosely around Hope's waist with a grin. "I love you. Marry me?" Scott froze and looked taken aback by his own question, especially blurted out the way it was, but his face went on a whole journey: Surprise, confusion, acceptance, and then caution. Would she laugh it off? She was allowed to laugh it off. But he didn't take it back.

She'd just laughed quietly and started to reach for a clean cloth on the workspace when his question caught her right behind the rib cage. If not for the multitude of emotions crossing Scott's face, Hope might have thought he was joking. But he wasn't. She could see as much. Her hand dropped to his chest, lips parted in shock before spreading into a grin. "Yes, Scott, of course I'll marry you." And then, because her heart was racing in her chest, she followed it up with: "Is this a long engagement, tell our friends kind of thing, or is it a grab Cassie and go to Vegas kind of thing?"

Scott swallowed, still shocked, and lifted a hand to cover Hope's where it rested on his chest. "I've already done the engaged and married thing. It's up to you but I will admit that the idea of going to Vegas and grabbing Cassie as we speed out of here... seems really appealing," Scott admitted. Hope's reaction time had been a lot faster than he had expected, given the way he had blurted it out with zero warning or fanfare. He didn't even have an engagement ring to propose with.

"I don't have rings. I don't have anything, Hope," Scott murmured, "so if you want to wait and do this properly... I can wait, too."

When he didn't shut her down completely, Hope had to admit to herself that she was relieved. This was one of those situations where she didn't really want to be the reasonable one. She'd been thinking about making their arrangement legally official since Steve and Tony announced their engagement, but really only in the back of her mind. Scott had never struck her as being interested in a change of labels, which she got for Cassie's sake as much as his own.

"They have jewelry stores in Vegas." A quick internet search would help fill in the particulars. Once Hope could separate herself from Scott for long enough to use her phone. "And if we don't like something there, we can get plastic rings out of a quarter machine for all I care. The only part about this that matters to me is we're all on board. Me, you, and Cassie."

"Of course they do," Scott was quick to reply because, duh, but that wasn't the point he was making. Not entirely. He wasn't down on one knee, proposing, but that didn't seem to matter. "Cassie will be on board, I'm sure of it," Scott added. "We're already a family, this just makes it... legal."

He kissed her then, smiling against her mouth. "We're really going to do this," Scott murmured. His arms went more firmly around Hope. "Do we want to drive to Vegas? Or fly? Flights are always going out of the airports. Nine-ish hour drive?" It was only morning. They could easily grab Cassie and do the drive. Get married, find a hotel... God, they really were doing this.

It settled something in her chest, hearing Scott's certainty about his daughter. He would never have asked, never truly even considered asking unless he was sure Cassie would be okay with this harebrained scheme. And Hope loved that young woman fiercely enough that she would have broken her own heart rather than damage Cassie's.

"We'll drive," she said against his lips, smiling to match his. Her fingers curled into his hair so she could pull him into another, deeper kiss. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, and a couple slipped free; she didn't mind.

She sniffled after putting some scant distance between them. "Yeah, Scott, we're really doing this."

Scott didn't protest the fingers in his hair in the least. Nor did he hate that kiss. But he still brushed his thumbs over Hope's cheeks when they parted again, knowing they were happy tears but hating to see them all the same. He kissed Hope's forehead.

"Okay," he whispered. "Let me clean up here, give me ten, I'm going to text Cassie in the meantime. You start looking at hotels. Anywhere. Doesn't matter. We go, we grab Peanut, I'll drive at least the first leg if it gets too long and we'll just... we just go from there," Scott went on and then his next exhale was more of a disbelieving laugh. "Oh my God, we're really doing this."