Who: Scott Lang and May Parker. Where: The Insect House. What: Talking. When: Sunday evening. Warnings: TBD. Status: Closed.
Scott actually had an evening off of work, and he was making the most of it. He had earbuds in his ears, and alcohol. The boys and Alyssa were off doing who knows what, and he wasn't exactly sure where May was. It was a little strange for Scott, living in a house with three teenagers and a woman he wasn't in a relationship with. The last woman he'd lived with was Cassie's mother, so this was all a little strange for him.
"Here comes the sun and I say it's alright..." he sang under his breath as he roamed through the house. He still couldn't fully come to terms with the fact that he was a home owner. And responsible for more than one person.
At least he had May here to help. He was glad she had arrived, and that she had been willing to move in. "Sun, sun, sun here it comes..."
Then he spotted May in the living room, and he took out one of his earbuds. "Hey," he said, softly, as he took a sip from his glass.