Scott Lang/Hope VanDyne
Her fingers automatically twined between his. Things with Scott hadn't exactly been complicated, they'd carried on training, even as she had grown used to the Wasp suit, after their planned heist at Pym labs and stopping Cross. The closeness sort of just happened. But Hope wasn't great at verbally expressing herself. Something to do with Hank closing off and losing her mother and then her own ambition and pettiness closing her off to people.
But she could show them, and she thought she and Scott were something before Germany, a lot of that had healed up since he helped rescue her mother from the Quantum Realm, how he put himself out there to help them, risking going back to jail himself. "Or we can shrink some suits and sneak them out," she grinned back at Scott, closing the last of the distance between them, "not that there's much of a speedo to shrink."
With a cheeky wink, Hope gave his hand a tug towards the door, planning on heading down to explore Vegas properly.