After the battle with the Iron Man suit, Scott should have been dead. Lucky for him, Elixir found him and made him right as rain. As for now, he was still a little sore, but doing better. As he walked down the hallway, he saw a face he didn't think he would again in this school. Wanda Maximoff. Should he bother talking to her? She was in his home.
"I think you got the wrong house. SHIELD safe houses are in the city."
He grinned, looking at her through his field visor. He hadn't removed it since he woke this morning, except as he showered. He stood before her in a loose blue t-shirt that hung off his frame, with some lounge pants and sneakers. He had slept in to heal this morning, and didn't really care who saw him this way.