Scott Lang (alittlebuggy) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-07-24 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | scott lang (mcu) |
Who: Scott Lang
When: Wednesday July 24
Where: His house
What: He gets a present which should be happy but really isn't
Rating: PG
warnings: Angst, sadness, homesickness
Since his arrival in Starklandia, Scott had been trying to keep his homesickness at bay. He'd kept busy, made a few frends, reconnected with some old ones and tried to make a life here since the general concensus was that no one was going home. The hardest time was a night. He missed Cassie so much that it hurt. Five years he'd been trapped in the Quantum Realm not even realizing how long it had been. Five years of her life that he had no awareness of. She'd grown into a beautiful young woman during those years and just when they'd reunited, he'd left her again. They'd been at Tony's funeral the last he remembered, with Hope and her parents. He missed Hope too of course but it wasn't the same, their relationship had been pretty weird but Cassie? Well that was entirely different. When he woke up, he noticed something sitting on the old kitchen chair he'd found behind the doors and brought back to use as a catchall. Sometimes it was a table, sometimes a chair, sometimes he threw his dirty clothes on it. This morning though it had something else on it and when he realized what it was, he closed his eyes and drew a shaky breath. After a moment he got up and walked over and picked it up. A little trophy, one of the cheesy ones you could find at Dollar Stores. A little trophy that said "World's Greatest Grandma" on it. Cassie had give it to him for Father's Day when she was four. She'd explained that it was the only one they had left but she knew he'd understand. And he had. Scott cherished it as if were pure gold. it was crazy but he couldn't help but wonder if somehow there was a message under it in the little sliding container that he'd hidden the suit in at one point. Of course there was nothing but when he replaced it, he immedieately felt dizzy and saw vision of Cassie. The day she was born, her first steps, her face when he'd gone to prison, how happy she'd been when he came home. All the times he had let her down but she had never stopped loving him, believing in him, thinking that he was a hero.In the end he had been a hero but no one really knew that. There had been too much loss amongst the joy and as long as Cassie know and the Pyms, he was fine if no one else knew. When the visions stopped, he sighed and kissed the little trophy and put it on the floor beside his bed. "I've got to find a real table to put you on," he said. "I know it's not you, baby, but I'm not losing you again." |