Cassie shook her head vehmently and corrected him. "I'm sixteen, and I was fourteen when I started, um, 'heroing'. Mom always says she's worried about my heart, but I think it's just because she hated Dad so much. Hated his life. But I didn't. I always wanted it. I always loved it. Like, even when I got kidnapped and Dad and Jack had to come save me, it was scary but it was amazing. That's why I snuck Pym particles whenever I could. So that I could be a hero like him. Like all of you-" And suddenly Cassie paused from her stubborn rant as though a thought had only just struck her. As though his words had only just sunk in.
"Scott...so- so my Dad- there's a version of him here?" She twisted to face him, balancing precariously with one leg on each side of the roof edge, an eager and tragically hopeful look on her face. He'd mentioned Peggy too. So both of her parents existed here in some form! Admittedly she'd searched for her mother a little when she got to New York; she'd gone to see who lived in their apartment. It wasn't her mother and so she'd given up on that. She didn't particularly want to see her mother anyway. But Scott...