//These are the Scott preferences, completely caught up! Real quick question first... are you guys interested in a certain preference/marvel character that I haven't included? Please let me know... thanks <3

QUICK WARNING: I think my writing style's a tad different for Scott, but I kind of like it... lemme know your opinion!

How You Meet & He Asks You Out:

You work for The San Francisco Times and your boss has faced you with one of the toughest tasks yet, try and interview the Antman. The problem is, nobody knows his true identity, so how the heck are you supposed to find him?

You sigh and turn off the lights in the office, exhausted. Maybe at home you'll think of a way to find him. You begin the walk home. It's nice outside, so you don't mind.

Your footsteps echo throughout the city. You walk past a few people, but not that many. Most people take cars.

A fly whizzes past your ear. Bugs are everywhere in San Francisco at night. It's quite annoying.

You turn onto the next street, almost back to your home, when you see a flash in the corner of your eye. It's Him. Antman. He leans back against a wall and takes a deep breath. You decide to approach him cautiously.

"Sir... are you alright?" you ask, helping him up.

"Yeah," he replies, out of breath, "I'm good. I'm actually great."

You give him a small smile. How do you ask without sounding rude?

"Uh, is there anything I can help you with?" the masked man asks, snapping you out of your haze.

"Well, I- uh, work for the San Francisco Times and they've been pressing me to get a good story... do you think I could interview you?" you beg, trying to ask as casually as possible.

"Tomorrow? Or..."

"We can just do it at my place tonight. That is if that isn't completely awkward and unprofessional," you suggest. At this point you'll do anything for this interview.

"Yeah that's cool. Lead the way then," he orders, following you in his dorky suit.

"Would it be ok if I recorded our conversation? Or would you rather have it be written down? Maybe that would help with your identity, which you don't have to tell me," you ramble on the way to your house. Finally you make it and let Antman in.

You rush into the kitchen to get a notepad and paper, then go back into the living room to see him making himself comfortable on the couch.

"Do you need anything? Tea, snacks, anything?" you offer. He shakes his head and leans forward in his seat. You pull up a chair to the coffee table and sit across from him.

"Nice place by the way," he compliments, looking around.

"So what's it like being so tiny?" you ask, curling up into the chair. You'd re-word it more professionally, but for now it was going to be casual.

"Different. Not terribly disorienting, but things that you'd never even notice are so prominent in the "tiny universe". I've never been more afraid of Thomas the Train," he jokes. You laugh briefly at the joke and quickly take notes.

"So from what we've heard, you have an army of ants. How do you get them to listen to you?" You question, more interested in the man than in the actual interview. He's mysterious... and intriguing.

"Well I have this little thingy on my ear, and I think of what I want them to do, and they do it," he explains.

You raise an eyebrow. "So they're like your robots... slaves?" you frown at your question and attempt to reword it. "I'm sorry, I mean, do you get emotionally attached to them, or are they just ants?"

"I'm sorry. I can't do this." He states. You sit there for a second, your eyes widening. Great. Your question ruined the whole interview. He rips off his helmet to reveal his messy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes.

"There's no way I can pay attention to your questions when you're so beautiful," he explains, leaning towards you. You close your eyes, waiting for his lips to meet yours, but the only thing you're met with is his helmet.

"Much better. Now I can focus. I get quite attached to all of the ants. We have a connection. You know, just like how all the Avengers connect with each other. They fight together, work together. We do the same thing." He finishes, sitting back in the seat.

"Now can I ask you a question?" he asks, practically laying down on the couch.

"Sure," you agree, setting down the pencil.

"Would you like to get lunch tomorrow? Like with me?" he proposes.

You feel your smile widening. "Yeah. My break's at noon, so you know where I'll be."

"Alright. Well thanks for the interview and I'll see you tomorrow," he thanks, getting up and leaving. You go to run a hand through your hair before realizing that you still have his helmet.

You run out the door over to him. "Wait! You kinda need this." you force out, handing him the helmet.

"Thanks."

"wAIT. I never got your name!" he laughs, turning towards you.

"(Y/N). And yours?" you share.

"Scott. I'll see you tomorrow then. Thanks for the helmet," he says before walking away, leaving you breathless in the doorway.

Your First Date:

You glance at the clock. Again. Again. Over and over, typing quicker and quicker that way you'll be done sooner. Your fingers fly at the keys, attacking them to get down the story in time.

Finally at 11:57 a.m. you finish the article. Quickly e-mailing it to your boss, you get up and sprint over to the bathroom. You fix your hair multiple times, pulling it up, to one side, down, until you decide on simply leaving it be. You do apply a little bit of face powder and lip gloss though before running out the door.

You rush down the flights of steps until you make it to the first floor, then slow down so you look like you were casually walking. "Oh hey Scott," you greet, trying not to sound out of breath.

"Hi (Y/N). So lunch it is?" You nod eagerly. "Is there any certain place your in the mood for?"

"Nah, whatever you choose is cool," you respond, gently fixing your hair.

"Well I know this sweet Italian place nearby if you wanna check that out," he offers.

"Sounds good," you breathe out, taking his slightly outstretched hand. He leads you to his car which has a dozen Cala lilies on the passenger's seat.

"Oh, those are for you. I figured that roses are way too boring and romantic, and well, the way we met was most definitely not ordinary," he explains, handing you the bouquet.

"That's really thoughtful. Thanks," you grin and blush slightly. The two of you stay silent for the short car ride, as you're examining the beautiful bouquet.

"Here we are!" Scott declares, popping out of the car. He leads you inside and the two of you are seated at a table with a striking view of the city. Soon after, the waiter brings out pasta for the both of you and you try your best to eat lady-like.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself," you urge.

"Well I have a daughter, but I don't get to see her too often. I'm hoping that by becoming a better person and financially stable that I'll be able to see her more often. I live here in San Francisco, obviously. There's not really... that much else. I guess I'm kinda a boring person," he chuckles. "And you?"

"Well I moved to San Francisco just a few years ago, and I work for the San Francisco Times. I really love to write, not just stupid news articles but all kinds of things. I'm not too attached to my family, I have a strange obsession with (fandom), and I love music."

"Strange obsession with (fandom)? Quite interesting (Y/N)..." he trails off, trying to sound like a "proper" gentleman. You can't help but giggle.

"Oh!" he exclaims, taking a quick check at his phone, "your lunch break's almost over." He quickly pays for the food and you both walk over to his car.

"Thanks for taking me out for lunch. We should... do it again sometime?" you ask.

"Sure thing. And here we are," he grabs your phone.

"Nice try Scott, it's locked," you mutter. His fingers are quickly typing around the phone as you grab your jacket and your purse.

"Here you go. I gave you my number," he explains, handing you your phone.

"How'd you get in?" You question, taking a look at your phone.

"I'm pretty good at that type of stuff... I don't know. Well text me sometime, and have fun at work!" He jokes. You step out of the car.

"I certainly will. See you later Scott," you say, sensing a slight flush on your cheeks. You quickly shut the car door and make your way into the building, taking a glance at your phone.

It was a good date, but texting him right now would seem way too desperate. You sigh and make your way back up to your chair, barely able to resume your work.

He Tells You His Secret:

You texted Scott on Friday, asking if he possibly wanted to go hang out at the nearest bar. He agreed and now here you are, sitting with a quite drunk Scott.

"We'll have another round!" He cheers to the waiter.

"No, we won't. But thank you," you state grabbing onto Scott to steady him.

"Wow, you're beautiful," he whispers, admiring your face. You try to respond, but he cuts you off before you can even try.

"Hey I have a secret. But you... you can't tell anyone," he declares, struggling to keep his balance on the bar stool.

"O-okay. What is it?" You ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

"I..." he leans closer to your ear to whisper, "I'm Ant-man," in his best Batman voice.

"I'm Black Widow," you joke, but he doesn't seem to take it as a joke like you do.

"YOU ARE!?" He shrieks. "You are?" he whispers, trying to keep it down.

"No," you groan. "Alright, I think you've had wayyy too much. Let's head on home."

You help him get up, with him practically leaning on you, and call for a taxi. You had a few drinks yourself, but not nearly as many as Scott.

"Scott, where do you live?" you ask, preparing for when the taxi comes.

"At Hogwarts. I'm a wizard. Wizard Ant-Man!" he answers. You shake your head.

"Alright, you're staying the night at my place," you decide.

"We're gonna have a sleepover!?" He asks excitedly. You nod slowly and help him into the taxi cab.

"513 Willow Street please," you request to the taxi driver.

"Guess what!" Scott yells to the driver.

"No," you mumble, trying to make his slouched form stop talking.

"We're gonna have a sleepover! Wait, do you wanna come? (Y/N), can he come to our sleepover?" Scott asks you drowsily.

"No," you hush, "how about you close your eyes?"

"Hey! Do you wanna know my secret identity?" Scott asks, popping up straight in his seat.

"Shut up, Scott," you warn.

"I'm Batman," he whispers. You breathe at an intense sigh of relief as the taxi driver pulls into your house.

"Thank you," you add, paying the driver and helping Scott out of the car.

Once the car drives off, Scott finally speaks. "Ant-Man by day, Batman by night." You smirk and help him inside. He collapses on the couch upon entering.

"Do you want any help going to the guest bedroom upstairs?" You ask his collapsed body.

"Nah, I'm fine her-" he cuts himself of by dozing immediately. You go into the bathroom and grab the bottle full of Advil pills, setting it next to the couch.

"Good night Scott," you whisper before going upstairs yourself.

Nicknames:

You call him Shorty. Scott isn't actually that short of a person, but since he's Ant-Man, you figured it would be funny. He, though, a man of pride, does not find it funny. He whines whenever you use it, which only encourages you to use it more.

He calls you Lovely (or Love for short). He thinks it goes perfectly with your personality and looks. He uses this nickname most often after you call him Shorty. He'll groan and retort with a "if you weren't so perfect, Lovely..." and then chases you around the house.

Your First Kiss:

"Hey Lovely, are we still on for tonight?" Scott asks you through the phone. You put the pan of brownies you're making in the oven.

"You bet we are." The two of you are going to have a movie night tonight to just kinda hang out with each other.

"Alright then, I'll be over there in about half an hour," he declares before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Half an hour? You hurriedly grab a bowl and throw some pretzels in it, put some candy in another bowl, and start popping popcorn. You sprint upstairs to put on jeans and a hoodie, because its really cold in your house. You grab some blankets while you're at it too. You take the popcorn and pour it into a large bowl and hear a knock on the door.

Rushing towards the door, you quickly open it to see Scott. "Hey" he greets, making his way inside.

"Hey Shorty! So the only thing I haven't done is picked out a movie; I figured I'd wait for you," you explain, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to the pile of movies on the floor, looking through each of them.

"Ooo... I haven't seen this movie in forever!" He comments, holding up the TMNT 2007 movie.

"You wanna watch that?" you offer, bringing the bowl of popcorn over to the couch.

"YES!" he cheers, putting it in the movie player. You grab the remote and flick on the TV, changing the channel to the movie.

You go over to the couch and take a seat on it, Scott joining your side. "Are you cold or anything?" you ask, grabbing a blanket.

"A little." You grab the blanket and drape it over the two of you. The movie starts. You only watched this one time, with your brother when he came over, so you don't really remember it all that well.

"I don't remember this movie being so good," you mutter halfway through the movie. Before you know it you are snuggled up to Scott's side; you didn't even realize it, you were just cold. Taking notice of it, you blush slightly, but don't move.

The movie reaches its resolution. After knocking the monster into the portal-y thing, Casey grabs April and kisses her. Scott looks at you, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss as well.

"Typical. We do all the work, he gets all the thanks," Raph mutters in the background. You pull away.

"Scott!" you yell, "that was the most terribly cliché thing you've ever done!"

"Sorry," he apologizes, his face turning a little red.

"I mean it was cute, but, still," you add quickly, pecking his lips again.

"Hey (Y/N), one question... when did we get so close under the blanket to each other?"

Famous Nicknames You Call Him:

Flik. That ant from "A Bug's Life"? Yeah, that's him. He was always kind of out there as an ant, wanting to invent, explore, and you admired that, though you weren't overly keen on the movie. He finds it quite entertaining himself, calling you his Princess Atta.

He Gets Jealous:

He acts like a child, pouting and hanging on you until you get away from the guy. It's pretty cute, though.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The two of you were at a Halloween party at one of your co-worker's places. Scott was dressed up as The Joker (yes, surprisingly enough not Batman) and you were his counterpart Harley Quinn.

Harley dressed kinda slutty (in the new movie ~ "Suicide Squad" which your outfit was based on), but you love her so much that it doesn't really matter. The two of you also got to act pretty psycho all night so that helped.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks okay?" Scott yells over the party. You nod in response, knowing he can't hear you, and he runs off. Somebody taps you on your shoulder soon after. You spin around towards them, to see a guy from work. You never really got to know him, he worked on the sports section while you worked on just headline news. He was dressed up as a police officer.

"Oh hey (Y/N). Or should I say..." he analyzes your costume from top to bottom, making you feel a tad but uncomfortable. Maybe the outfit was a bit too revealing.

"Harley. Harley Quinn," you answer.

"Of course it's Harley! Based off the new one from the Suicide Squad right?" he asks. You grin and nod, finally someone who understands!

"It looks like a pretty solid movie for DC. I can't wait to see it," your co-worker explains.

"Hey Love, I've got our drinks. I think we should go over there and check out the candy!" Scott suggests, pointing to the other side of the room.

"Give me one minute and then we'll go," you state, looking back to the man. His name was Jordan, that was it! It's so great to talk to someone about something you're really interested in... when they really get it!

"I'm really excited to see how everyone reacts with each other, especially Harley and the Joker. I'm wondering if they're going to allude to anything about the two..." you express.

"(Y/Nnnnn)," Scott groans, putting some of his weight on you, "I want candy."

"Gimme a minute, Scott," you grumble, pushing him off lightly.

"Yeah, that would be pretty awesome. I can't wait to see how they use Killer Croc. He's pretty cool!" Jordan explains.

"Caaaaaaandy," Scott moans in the background, tugging your sleeve lightly. You choose to ignore him this time.

Why don't you all just see the movie together? "Well maybe we can all see the movie to-"

Scott suddenly falls to the floor, lying on his back. You lean down quickly next to him.

"Are you okay... Mr. J?" You ask, grabbing onto his hand.

"I... need... candy..." he chokes out. You shake your head and help him up.

"I'll talk to you later Jordan. It looks like we really need some candy," you joke. Scott pulls you over to the candy.

"You know there's no reason to get jealous, right?" you assure Scott, grabbing some candy.

"My Harley," he states like a 2-year old before scooping even more candy into his pocket.

So please let me know what you thought... and stuff o.o

I'm really in the mood to start "signing off" of these chapters, so I think that's what I'm going to do!

Have a great day, and give the day your 12% of effort (I guess spend the other 88 on thinking of stoopid stuff :P)

Bye bye!
~hannah