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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT ONE ── queen of cons 💻 ⁺⑅

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THE LEGENDS SERIES ⋆ 🐜.
♯ ❝ THAT MUST HURT DEAR
OLD DADDY'S HEART ❞
CHAPTER THREE ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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NORA WAS MINDLESLLY TWIRLING A SMALL CAPTAIN AMERICA BALLPEN BETWEEN HER NIMBLE FINGERS, ANOTHER HUMOURES GIFT FROM MICKY ━ AS SHE SAT IN A SECLUDED CORNER OF A SMALL café, a steaming mug of coffee unattended in front of her. Micky had left already, only being there in the first place to get her to said café. Micky had always been a man shrouded in mystery ━ just as she had always been. And this secret favour he had asked her about for an old friend of his left little to go on for the blonde.

Blue eyes are scanning the numerous files in front of her, all kinds of information gathered about Cross Technologies ━ and its owner Darren Cross. She still wasn't sure what brought un the sudden need to involve her in such things, but Nora could not deny that whatever was happening at the company was shady as hell.

"You must be Ruthgers?"

Nora blinked, head snapping up to look at the owner of the firm voice only to spot a face she had familiarised herself with over the last two weeks while digging up dirt on the company.

"And you are Hope." Nora replied casually, masking her shock expertly. "Daughter of Hank Pym, who fondly nicknamed you jellybean if I recall correctly. Who you later betrayed with Cross, voting him out of his own company." She tattled on.

Hope van Dyne hummed, short hair bopping as she nodded. She didn't let the impact of her words show either. "Guess Micky was right. You're good."

Nora just shrugged, before pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and motioned for the woman to take a seat across from her.

Hope did so without objection, moving some spread out papers out of the way to place her cup of coffee on the wooden surface.

The blonde crossed her arms on the table before leaning forward, "Micky didn't tell me much, ━ or anything at all really. He gave me two names ━ " She held up her fingers, "One was Darren Cross and, two was Hope van Dyne. Now, no offense but why would you get Micky to ask me to look into you?"

Hope's eyes were stone cold, no hint of emotion, or any clue as to her intentions.  It unnerved Nora greatly, as someone who prized herself on her ability to read people like a book. "To make sure you know what you're doing." She replied evenly, hands reaching out to flip through a file consisted of her life story.

Nora jutted her head to the side, scanning her surroundings.

"It's not a trap if you're worried about that."

"Well, Hope, what is it I'm finding myself involved with then?"

Hope leaned forward as well, brown eyes scanning her face as if to see if it would reveal any of her own secrets. "I was hoping you'd be willing to help in taking Cross down."

Nora's eyebrows raised a fraction in surprise, "You want me to take out your business partner? Sounds a bit sketchy."

Hope's lips thinned, firmly pressed together. "What he's doing is wrong."

"Then why me? You could just take legal action."

"Because that means revealing things the world does not need to know."

"What like the nano-technology that makes your little ant-man propaganda real?"

Hope froze for a second and Nora smiled smugly in victory as she leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. "Or what about the fact that Hydra is interested in the tech of the Yellow-Jacket suit?"

Hope squared her shoulders, "I've been working with Hank to stop him, but I don't want Darren to suspect anything. And you could find out everything I can't my hands on."

"Hank." Nora hummed, "Ouch. That must hurt dear old daddies heart."

Hope gritted her teeth, but after a moment relaxed her jaw again. "Micky told me you could get a little wicked."

Nora chuckled fondly, when Hope brought Micky up again. "Look, Hope. I'm not anywhere near a saint, so I'm not judging you, but if we do this, it's not legal, I'm not going to pretend I won't play dirty."

This time, Hope casually leaned backward, a sly smile on her face that awakened some curiosity inside her heart. "You're not the only one who knows how to play dirty Ruthgers."

Nora watched as Hope grabbed something from her bag and held it out for her.

Slowly, the blonde took the folder from the brunette and flipped it open to reveal another familiar face smiling at her. "Would you look at that." She grinned as she stared at the face of Scott Lang. "What are you planning to do to the poor bastard?"

"He's the one who's getting the suit from Cross."

The blonde nodded, eyes sparkling with mischief, "And does Scott know that?"

"He will soon enough."

"I think you and me are gonna be great friends Miss van Dyne."

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"SO EVERYTHING IS SET UP?" HOPE VAN DYNE ASKED FROM WHERE SHE STOOD BEHIND NORA, THE BLONDE WOMAN QUICKLY TYPING AWAY ON HER LAPTOP. THE GLOW FROM THE LITTLE LAMP HANGING FROM THE CEILING in the basement illuminating their surroundings.

"Yeah, I got eyes and ears everywhere ━ so if you could get me a bucket of popcorn with M&M's it would be greatly appreciated." Nora nodded, twirling her spoon in the still warm cup of coffee Hope had supplied her with moments ago.

"No."

Nora pouted but didn't say anything else about it. "So are you sure he can get through you're tight security?" The blonde asked, swivelling her chair around to look at the older man seated opposite of next to the many screen the hacker had sat up earlier that day.

"I'm positive."

"Alright." Nora nodded before glancing at her watch, "It's almost eleven pm, you think they'll be here soon?"

"Why don't you check yourself." Hope pointed at one of Nora's screens to see that the alarm in the Pym household had suddenly been disabled.

"Oh that was quick." Nora pouted, "I had hoped it would at least take a little time. Guess they got a good tech guy on their side too." She sighed, before leaning forward to turn up the volume of the speakers, to hear clearer what was happening inside the house.

"Alarm is dead."

Nora recognised Scott's voice clearly and she watched as the man in question crawled through a window.

"Alright, I'm moving through the house."

Nora watched the man creep throughout the hallways before cautiously opening the door leading to the basement where Hank's safe was located.

"Wait is that a fingerprint lock?" The blonde's brows creased together as she gazed questioningly at the father-daughter duo.

Hank just shrugged, a gleaming smile on his face.

"There's a fingerprint lock on the door."

Nora could only watch curiously as Scott suddenly ran back up the stairs, shuffling through the kitchen and rummaging through different drawers. "What is he doing?"

No one answered her as the man continued to look for whatever he needed before heating something up over the stove. The man moved swiftly and in the dark, Nora could barely make out what he was doing. "D-did he just make glue?"

Scott ran down the stairs again, stuffing his little concoction into the fingerprint lock "I'm cured superglue over his fingerprint, so I can ━ " There was a faint click  "get in."

The trio watched as Scott moved through the door, and his eyes settled on the extravagance safe. Scott faltered and his face fell, "oh man."

Nora chuckled leaning forward as if she was watching the greatest heist movie in history.

"Well they weren't kidding. This safe is serious." He paused, most likely talking to his partners in crime. "it's a Carbondale. It's from 1910. Made from the same steel as the Titanic."

"Couldn't you guys get an easier safe?" Nora wondered as she looked at Hank with a raised brow, "What if he gives up?"

"He won't." Hank denied.

"Well, here's the thing. It doesn't do so well in the cold. Remember what the iceberg did?"

"Okay I gotta admit." Nora began as she watched Scott drill holes in the sides of the safe, filling it with water. "I though he was a one hit wonder with his Vista Corps job, but it looks like Lang actually has the brains."

Bang

It was only a couple minutes later that the nitrogen had turned the water in ice, and expanded beyond the capabilities of the metal.

"It's a-a suit. It's an old motorcycle suit. It's a bust."

Nora could only laugh at his devasted expression.

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