Chapter 14- Lang-uage

  Really, time goes by when you can't sleep. It's not that I'm exactly trying, its that if I do, I could get hurt. You can have a nightmare to where you die in the end and wake up. In that case, I wouldn't. I wouldn't wake up.

  So, not sleeping while waiting on my dad to create a way for me to sleep without getting hurt, I'm waiting for more superheroes. I'm making my suit. Well, designing it. I'm not going to make it until I can use my snapping powers.

 I know, I basically can do the Thanos snap without, well, the gauntlet. And the infinity stones. It's actually pretty beneficial. Because the moment I lay my eyes on Thanos, that's the moment I snap my small fingers.

  But, onto the topic of looking for more superheroes. It's time. We have a new superhero, and I'm ready to go get him. See, he was supposed to become him later, but I pulled a few strings. I really need someone to focus on. 

  Anyways, I'm in the car, on my way to his house. He already beat his evil villian. Which, I'm surprised, since his movie was supposed to happen in July of 2015. Usually, though, in this world it happens later. Months later.

  But no, it's May 12th, 2015, and here I am, on my way to get to him. I'm not the biggest fan of him, and I haven't really watched his movies. I just know enough to get by. I just wasn't that interested in a man who can turn into the size of an ant. 

  With the information I have on him, though, I was able to find him. I know what he looks like, his name is Scott Lang, and he has a criminal past. Has to do with theft. And, he's divorced and has a daughter. I'm pretty sure there's only one Scott Lang with that exact life.

  Anyways- oh, wait. We're here. I open up the side door (not before picking up my coffee) and step out. I start towards the door. I may have helped with the house, too. See, turns out, he was living with his bff, Luis. In an apartment. Yeah, no. 

I knock on the door.

He opens it, "Hello?"

"Scott Lang, come with me." I order.

He puts his hands up in surrender, "I swear I didn't steal anything!"

I roll my eyes, "That's not why I'm here."

He starts walking behind me, "So... why are you here then?"

I chuckle, "When we get in the car, you'll find out."

He stops, "Hey, look, I am not getting kidnapped today."

I turn to look at him, "Do I look like I'm kidnapping you?"

He shrugs, "I've seen your face before. I know that, so you've been stalking me."

I put my hand out for him to shake it, "Abigail Stark, not stalking you, just was on the news."

He looks shocked, "Why would a Stark want to kidnap me?"

I sigh, "I'm not kidnapping you."

He raises an eyebrow, "How am I supposed to know?"

I laugh, "'Cause I don't got candy."

He looks at the car, and to me again, "You don't have candy?"

I shrug, "Well, since I'm not kidnapping you, man-child, I do not need candy."

He looks me up and down, "You look like shit."

I chuckle, "Yeah. I do. Language. Now get in the car. We need to talk."

  I open the door for him and luckily he gets in. Next, I get in and silently lock the doors. I'm not kidnapping him, I'm adultnapping him. Just temporarily, though. So we can talk.

I start the convo, "So... I've been gathering up a team."

He looks at me, "For what?"

"Of what." I correct, "And to answer the question: superheroes."

He stares at me, trying to figure it out, "Why?"

"Well then," I say, "We'll have to start from the beginning. I was born on another planet. My mom was partially Asgardian, as am I. But this particular line of Asgardians have the power to travel through time and dimensions. I traveled to this one, because in the particular world I was in, you were a TV Series. I know everything about every superhero I could. When they come out, and when they're most useful. I know their powers. I know everything. I know future struggles, villians. Soon enough, there will be a big enough villian, and I will need your help to destroy him."

He looks at me confused, "Destroy? Isn't that a bit... violent?"

I shrug, "It's the only way. Anyways, we have about 3 years until he's a threat, and I need you to get used to flowing with the Avengers."

His eyes bulge out of the sockets, "You want me to be an Avenger?"

I cross my legs, "In my opinion, you become one the second you step up to defend earth. You ready to do that?"

He nods his head, "Yeah. Where will I stay? Will I get to visit Cassie?"

"The Avengers' Tower, and Yes." I reply, "When was Cassie born?"

"July 20th, 2007." He replies, proud as possible.

"Huh, cool. I was born on June 17th."

"What year?" He asks.

"2007." I answer meekly.

"Wouldn't that mean you're 8?"

I laugh, "Yeah, it should. I'm from the year 2021. Been here since 2012."

He moves his hands to empathize what he's saying, "So you lied to the whole world?"

I shrug, "Had no choice."

He looks me in the eyes, "You shouldn't lie."

Fuck Scott Lang.

-Flashback-

"You shouldn't lie." He told me.

"I- I didn't!" I say, defending myself.

He punches my shoulder, dislocating it, "Only liars would say that."

"I didn't do it! I saw you do it last night!"

He seemed to get even more pissed, "What did you say?"

I notice my mistake, "Uh- I- I didn't do it!"

He knees my stomach, "What. Did. You. Say?"

"N- Nothing!" 

He puts his hand over my mouth and nose, "What did you say?"

I shake my head no, as in nothing.

He reaches to his left and grabs a pillow and shoves it over my face, "This'll teach you."

  All I see is darkness. I try to breathe, but all I breathe in is the stinging smell of alcohol. It hurts my throat as I try to breathe in and out. Maybe the darkness is why I don't notice when I pass out.

-End Flashback- 

"Kid? Kid? You okay?" He asks.

I make out a laugh between breaths, "Don't mention lying ever again."

"What was that?" He questions, looking concerned.

"I have PTSD. It was a flashback." I say.

He starts apologizing, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tri-"

I interrupt him, "Anything can trigger it. Just know that I'm okay."

"You don't look okay." He points out.

"I haven't been sleeping." I tell him.

"Why?" He asks, "Nightmares?"

I shrug, "In a way, yes. If I get hurt in my dreams, I get hurt in real life. What did you think the bandages were for?"

I swear, his eyes are going to pop out of their sockets, "Are you ever going to sleep again?"

I shrug, "I should, my dads working on a way, so I don't get hurt."

  The car pulls up to the tower and I take Lang upstairs to meet the team. I had them wait on me. When we get to the meeting room, everyone's there.

"Everyone," I smile, "Meet Scott Lang, AKA Ant-Man. He is a future Avenger."

Dad raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

I move my hands in an, 'so and so' way, "He helps save the universe. If that isn't good enough, then I don't know what is."

Steve looks him up and down, "Good point."

Wanda looks at me, "You look like shit."

"That's what I said!" Scott agrees.

Natasha laughs, "Remember guys, Steve doesn't like that kind of language."

Steve rolls his eyes, "It was in the movie!"

"And you were going to end up saying it." I point out.

  We hang out and eat pizza and watch a movie. Everyone gets to know Scott a little bit better, and I say that's good. But, as we're watching Harry Potter, I fall asleep.