Who: Scott and Natasha What: A phone call Where: Scott's apartment When: After Scott gets back from Eight.
His first thought had been that it was funny, Natasha clearing out his mail. Maybe she'd really taken to that idea of the letter dress, and, come spring, he'd see her outfitted in a direct marketing campaign that had originally been tailored to Scott Lang's tastes. The months-old issue of Fish Fancy would go a long way in pulling the look together, of that he was sure.
But it was there among the small pile of envelopes when he'd returned to his apartment, leaving him to conclude that there was also some kindness in this prank. It was a simple gesture, bringing up his mail, but it was kind all the same, and Scott had smiled to himself as he'd gathered the pile to flip through it - a smile that quickly dropped off his face when he caught the words "Justice Building" and "District 12" on the envelope at the very top.
"Divorce Summons" didn't capture his attention until he'd read the return address three times, but it was right there, stamped in red ink, more or less screaming for him to notice. No doubt it had caught Natasha's eye: if not on the initial collection, than certainly on the way up to his apartment.
He frowned. Dug out his phone. Brought up Natasha's information and then, frustrated, set the device down next to the pile. Sat. Picked it back up. Natasha was the last person he'd expect to go out and spread this to everyone - to anyone - but he felt the need to clarify how interested he was in keeping this to himself. It was for his own peace of mind that he pressed the call button and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey," he greeted, once Natasha's voice sounded on the other line, "You got a second? I saw you grabbed my mail."