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Formally known as ask-scott-lang-whatever

It’s me! Scott Lang…ya know, the Ant-Man? Yup, that’s me! Welcome to my ask blog!

I heard about this place thanks to Cassie, so I thought I’d give it a whirl, and ho-ly crap, you guys are something else! Never a dull moment around here.

Okay gang, so this post is like the how-to for my entire blog. The decoder for all my blog code. Everything you wanna know on how to maneuver? It’s probably connected to this post somewhere.

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stxrksarc:

antvnger:

Scott chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I thought so. It really makes the red pop. It’s definitely a nice little bit of flair for the one and only Tony Stark.”

He wiped his hands off as best he could, though some paint had already dried, and he walked over to inspect Tony’s statue. Ant-Man riding an ant. It was pretty impressive. Scott couldn’t do anything like that. Or rather, Scott’s brain couldn’t do it. His body apparently could under the right circumstances.

“Tony! I’m blown away. This looks great! I think it’s awesome.” He turned to his brother and pointed at him. “More importantly though, did you have fun doing it? Did you feel instead of think? Because art of any kind you try to think through and that you didn’t have fun doing isn’t worth—”

Then a simple revelation occurred to him then as he looked back at the art. Tony did feel through it instead of think. Because him telling Scott his appreciation and stuff beforehand was proof of that. That was genuine emotion. And now this. And Scott smiled.

“—doing.”

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Tony cracked in a grin. It was fun getting to watch Scott process through whatever he was working through, and especially while Scott was still wearing his face.

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“Alright, don’t smack me for this, but yeah. I did kinda think. Not in a real analysis kinda way, but it did take a different kind of focus for me, and it was…awesome. This was a great suggestion, so, y'know, thanks for that.”

He reached out and patted Scott’s shoulder, painting his own palm with a bit of red and gold.

“People really don’t give you enough credit for being all of this.”

Tony gestured up and down Scott.

“Oh umm,” Scott shrugged and scratched the back of his head. “Thanks. It’s nice to be reminded it’s worth getting credit over.”

“So be honest,” he asked, gently smirking when he noticed paint on Tony’s - or well Scott’s - hand, “did you have fun sculpting? Did it meet any expectations?”

@sweet-peach-layer-cake



Peach rides her motorcycle through the streets of San Francisco, having finished a race in LA the day before and now just taking in the sights of the world Mario came from, enjoying her time away from the mushroom kingdom while she can

Asked by Anonymous

Scott’s walking the streets with a mango fruit blast in hand, enjoying the sunshiny day. Sometimes it was nice to get away from work and Avenging and responsibilities and enjoy the day. He may go to the beach later and just chill out. He looks both ways before he starts crossing the street.

sweet-peach-layer-cake:

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Scott grins over that smile. She’s rather smitten; he could tell. “Well if it’s awesome, homestyle pasta you’re after, Bella Trattoria is where you want to go. It’s about as close to homemade as a restaurant can get in my opinion. Plus it’s on this side of the city, so it’s not far from here.” @sweet-peach-layer-cake

“Oh, wonderful! Is there parking nearby too?”

“Absolutely! Across the street from the restaurant.”

stxrksarc:

antvnger:

“We shall!”

Scott walked through the door and pulled up the map of the building. “Okay, looks like five more civilians are just below us. Sounds good. Better they’re all packed together than all spread out, considering the time limit we’ve got. C’mon,” he waved for Tony to follow.

When they get to the next floor, Scott checked the readout and followed to a door leading to the other citizens. He was about to say something, but before he could, there was a loud crash as something slammed through the door and into Scott.

“OoooOOOooooOOOOoooh….” Scott shook his head and wobbled a bit. “These guys came to play.”

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As the robots of Calculon’s TV family burst through the door and into Scott, the great actor himself rushed into the doorway, placing his hand to his chest and proclaiming, “I am here, but it wouldn’t be an entrance from the great CALCULON without a dramatic…”

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“PAUSE!”

“It’s us against All My Circuits?” Tony scoffed. “Oh, this’ll be the easiest one yet.”

Instead of going on the offense, he drifted over to Calculon with aid from the Cloak of Levitation.

“You’re a second rate guilty pleasure who belongs on screens up to sixty inches max, and your barbecue sauce is weak.”

The insult lead to Calculon throwing himself to his knees in a fit of sobs as the rest of his TV family rushed to comfort him, and Tony rushed to the door where the rest of the civilians where. He yanked on the handle, but it jammed instantly.

“Locked out. Would you like to do the honors?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Scott grinned smugly. He lifted the hammer and gave it a wink. “Do you thing, Jonathan, you awesome hammer you.”

He spun the hammer until it was a blur then let it go, and it rammed into and through the door, opening it wide open. He extended his hand, and Mjölnir flew back into his hand. “That never gets old.”

Can I borrow some Pym particles? --@deafarcher

Probably. Can I ask what for?

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deafarcher:

antvnger:

deafarcher:

“Oh uh to make bigger arrows.”

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“Bigger arrows…” Scott crossed his arms and tilted his head a bit. “Pretty sure I already give you an arrow that can do that.”

“Look if you’re wanting me to grow a pizza or a coffee pot, just say the word, dude.”

“No it’s neither of those….it would just be nice to have a quinjet in my pocket.”

“Oh! Oh a quinjet, huh?….Yeah, okay. Sounds chaotic but I’ll for it.”

“Hi Mr. Lang!” Spidey said hanging upside down from a street light, wearing a new black suit with a white spider on his chest. “It’s been a while!”

@ask-spider-man

Asked by Anonymous

Scott looked up and grinned excitedly. “Spidey! Hey, buddy! It really has been a while. It’s good to see you.”

“Wow,” he commented as he noticed the new suit. “You’ve got some new threads I see. Going for a different vine, huh?”

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antvnger:

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“I do too,” Scott agreed with a nod. “The real question we gotta answer first is how to best lure him here. Because we both can hide pretty easily, but making sure we have something that’ll lure him here is important. Because I gotta feeling that Symbiote will make him kinda wary, ya know?” @ask-spider-men

“Well didn’t he get all aggro with you earlier?” Miles asked thoughtfully. “I imagine that with the suit, he wouldn’t be too thrilled to hear from you and might just come after you. So far, he’s just been ignoring my calls and texts.”

“Oh yeah that’s right. He did. He left me webbed. Which I’d probably still be webbed if it wasn’t for you. If the suit made him come after me, I could lead him here. Since he’s been ignoring you on his phone, he honestly might run away from you. You think?”

“Maybe. Think he’s aggro enough to just come here and fight you if you call him?” Miles asked. “Or do you think you need to find him and taunt him?”

“I think he’s aggressive enough, he might just come if I called. Besides, if I go try to taunt him, I don’t know how much faster and stronger this Symbiote’s made him. He’s fast as is. I don’t want him to overtake me before I can lead him here.”

“Fair enough, send the text or call him up.” Miles said leaping into a corner near the bells and vanishing.

Meanwhile Peter was on the roof of the tallest building he could find muttering to himself. “What if Mr. Lang is right?” He asked himself looking at his glove. “What if the symbiote’s really dangerous?”

“Who cares?” He hissed in response. “We don’t need him or anyone. And with the job offer from the Big Man, we could have anything we want.”

Scott called Peter on his cellphone, hoping he’ll pick up. He figured a call could be more taunting.

inz-lokisdottir:

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Inz has gotten a black sheet of paper and is laying down on the floor, stomach down. She grabs a red crayon and starts to scribble on pairs of dots and a few mouths under some of them, rubbing her eyes and taking small breaths between her long hitched ones which she holds in.

Its quite early in the morning, even before 6am, and she’s still in a little duckling onesie with her hair all messy. Though she needs to get this down somewhere before she forgets anything. She seems a little…distressed? Slightly panicked, but she’s trying to keep herself calm, not wanting to have disturbed any of the sleeping dragon cubs this time around.

“C’mere, kiddo,” Scott says excitedly as he holds the onesie for her to see. “Let’s get you changed and all comfy! Then we can have cake and ice cream and you can open your presents!”

Inz sees the onesie and she smiles happily, running a little faster to reach him so she can change into it. “Okie dokies!”

“Okay, let me help you change into it.” Scott gets her changed pretty quickly, although he did make it fun for her by poking her belly button a couple of times and ticking her and making her giggle. That was fun.

Once she’s changed, he says, “Okay, why don’t we wrap big Inzy’s presents first and then we can have cupcakes and ice cream.”

Inzy stands happily when she’s back in her onesie, taking a moment to quickly get her ears through the slots on her hood before nodding. “ ‘kk, wrapping presents time!”

Scott collects big Inz’s presents - and baby Inz’s but a bit more discreetly. He looks in his closet to grab some gift wrapping bags and whatever random, generic wrapping paper he could find.

“I’ll let you pick out what bags and paper we use, squirt.”

Inz looks at the selection and she picks a few out that she think big Inz would like. “Here, alla these.”

She pushes them towards him and then looks back at the wrapping papers and gift bags since she spotted some she was more interested in.

“All of these, huh? Okay. You wanna help me wrap the presents?”

stxrksarc:

antvnger:

Scott focused as best as he could to every word Tony said, clinging to that calm assurance and letting it anchor him. Between those most needed words, his brother’s steady breathing, and the secure hug, Scott rode the emotional wave until it finally surpassed, leaving him tired but more relieved than he was mere moments ago.

As he calmed down, he didn’t let go yet. It felt comforting to not have it together for a little while and to let someone else have it together for him. That’s one thing he missed about being a kid: when he didn’t have it together, he didn’t have to. He had someone to run to, who could hold him and his broken pieces at the same time. As an adult, you feel like you lose that.

Even though Scott knows heart and soul he’s got that assurance day in and day out, the hugs and the verbal reminders are always appreciated too.

Finally, he pulled away from the hug and heaved a tired shudder. “Thank you, big brother,” he said quietly, a tiny smile on his face. Now that the emotional dam’s been broke, the verbal one was begging to break too. “I’m between a rock and a hard place, and there’s nothing for me to do but wait and see which one hits me first it feels like…”

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Tony offered a gentle rub to Scott’s back and nodded as Scott pulled away.

“I got you. Always,” he assured. “What’s got you so worked up? If we’ve got a track record for anything, it’s solving the universe’s problems, yeah? We’ll figure this one out too.”

“Well…it’s kinda a long story. And actually it started with Janet van Dyne when she was stuck in the Quantum Realm. There was a threat down there she didn’t tell anyone, and then when we all were there last, we encountered that threat.”

What was it like meeting Bruce for the first time? That had to be a crazy experience.

Asked by Anonymous

It really was! Meeting Bruce was super cool! He’s really chill and kinda shy. But he’s wicked smart, and it was fun talking shop with him about my tech and the science stuff he was working on.

And then considering I stole his last Coke mini a day or two later and that was my first time meeting the Hulk, that really was a wild experience!

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