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THE LEGENDS SERIES ⋆ 🐜.
♯ ❝ HAVE FUN WITH THE PSYCHOPATH ❞
CHAPTER FOUR ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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NORA WOULD NEVER ADMIT, THAT HOPE VAN DYNE, DESPITE HER COLD DEMEANOR, (ONE NOT VERY UNLIKE HER OWN, ) WAS ACTUALLY A NICE PERSON TO BE AROUND. Upon her arrival at the Pym residence, one in a much nicer neighbourhood than where she currently lived with Micky, Nora had set up her laptop and equipment in a small study before entering the kitchen where Hope had been seated, nursing a cup of coffee and reading through the extensive file she had put together on Darren Cross and the company. And even if Hope did not outright say it, she was impressed with everything the blonde had managed to dig up, especially about her own life. Hope had not expected to find such intimate details about herself on paper. But Nora noticed the hidden compliment, and unlike how she normally would seclude herself, actually offered Hope to show her how she found most of it and how to protect the information from less kind criminals.

Despite the fact they had a nice time, and Hope mocked her for her Iron Man mug, the brunette did not indulge her about how she and Micky knew one another. And it bothered the hell out of Nora. And she did try to find out through other means necessary (the internet sadly didn't help).

Another thing was that whilst she stayed at the Pym residence, as promised to the father-daughter duo, Hank was very firm on one condition. No illegal business was to be conducted under his roof. And it bored the hell out of Nora. And left her without any way to make money. All she could do was sit around and watch the monitors for any activity on Scott and the Ant-Man suit.

At this moment, luckily and to her relief, it had seemed that Scott's curious nature finally gotten the best of him—as is common for criminals. "He's got shit luck doesn't he?" The blonde spoke up as she watched the burglar put on the suit, only to shrink down to the size of an ant inside his housemates bathtub.

Hope, who was seated next to her shrugged, as if uninterested by the scene in front of her, but the casual smirk that was tugging at the corner of her lips stated otherwise. "And you, Hope, are having the time of your life watching this." She paused, letting her eyes rest on the short haired woman, "Micky would not like this. Which makes it even stranger that he owed you a favour. He normally doesn't interact with your type." 

"I still won't tell you Ruthgers."

Nora groaned, leaning back in her chair just as Hank leaned down to the intercom to speak to the com that was linked to Scott's suit. "The world sure seems different from down there, doesn't it Scott?" He spoke ominously.

"W-what? Who said that?"

"You are going to give the poor man nightmares." Nora quipped, "I love it. What else you got!?"

"It's a trial by fire Scott, or in this case—water."

Nora could only watch as one of Scott's housemates turned on the faucet, and a tidal wave of water crashed down on the bottom of the tub where Scott, still as little as he was before, stood quivering in fear.

"Oh you are a cruel man Hank Pym." She grinned, before glancing between the two. "Now I see how you two are related."

"Guess you are tougher than you thought?" Hank jested through the intercom.

"Oh I don't wanna see this!"

"Oh yikes." Nora flinched, "I didn't want to see that either."

The small group watched, safely on the monitors in Hank's basement as Scott dropped from the ceiling of his apartment, and to his luck—right in the middle of a rave. Which was quite surprising to Nora who did not expect to see such a thing at 4 p.m.

She winched as he almost got crushed by multiple pairs of shoes before he managed to fall through an airduct and right...in front of a vacuum cleaner. "Oh this poor guy." She turned to Hank. "Are we sure we want to bring his bad luck onto the team?"

The older man just hummed, not taking his eyes of the screen and Nora returned her gaze just in time to see the man being thrown out of a window and on top of a car. "Oh that must hurt."

"The suit absorbs shockwaves. He will barely feel a thing." Hope cut in.

"Oh...that's cool. Cool, cool, cool."

"Not bad for a test drive." Hank spoke to Scott again. "Keep the suit. I'll be in touch. "

"No! No! No, thank you!"

Nora turned to Hope, "He going to bring the suit back right?"

"Of course he is."

"I'll go an dial the police."

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NORA NORMALLY WASN'T MUCH OF A FAN OF EARLY MORNINGS, UNLESS SHE DIDN'T GO TO SLEEP IN THE FIRST PLACE, BUT WITH HER ILLEGAL BUISNESS OUT OF THE QUESTION WHILE SHE LIVED WITH HOPE AND HANK, Nora had no choice but to sleep like a normal person. Or more so, Hope forced her to go to sleep by banning coffee after 5 p.m. It sucked majorly but she sadly had no choice but to obey the rules. But today, the early morning hour wasn't so bad. Scott—like expected had tried to return the suit, by un-stealing it if she remembered his words right when the police arrested him.

Hank, of course had bailed him out, and helped him escape his little jailcell. Of course, being the unlucky guy he is, Scott fainted while on the ant. The guy had been sleeping it off in the upstairs bedroom, and Nora was very excited for him to find the couple dozen bullet ants waiting for him to wake up.

She sat with her coffee, still steaming and her laptop perched on the dining room table. Hope was upstairs, watching over Scott, and if she wasn't giving her the death glare, Nora would have made a Twilight joke.

Hank was casually reading the paper, sipping from his cup of tea when the faint echo of creaking wood resonated throughout the house and Hope appeared from around the corner.

"He's awake?" Nora wondered, not taking her eyes of the screen.

She hummed, a distasteful look in her eyes. "I could take down the servers with Ruthger's help and Cross wouldn't even know it. We don't need this guy."

She chuckled at Hope's words as Hope looked over his shoulder where said man was peering around the corner. "I assume that you've met my daughter already, Hope." Hank said, folding the paper down.

Scott shuffled inside the dining room and nodded. "I have. She's great—Serial killer Barbara-not-barbara!? How? What?"

"I thought I told you to just call me Nora, Scotty-boy." She grinned smugly as he gaped at her with wide eyes.

"Hope doesn't think we need you." Hank interrupted, although he didn't hide the growing smile on his face.

"We don't." Hope affirmed, crossing her arms and glaring at the man when he went to sit down next to her. "We can do this ourselves."

"I go through all this effort to let you steal my suit, and then hire a hacker to keep an eye one you and have Nora get you arrested." Hank added, motioning the grinning blonde.

Hope sighed, turning to smile sarcastically at Scott. "Okay, we can try this, and when he fails, I can do it."

"She's a little bit anxious." Hank waved her off, turning to pour himself another cup of tea while Hope focused on the newspaper, and Nora typed away on her laptop. "It has to do with this job. Which, judging by the fact that you're sitting opposite me, I take it, it's one you're interested in."

"What job?" Scott asked nervously.

"Would you like some tea?" Hank dodged the question.

Scott nodded. "Uh, sure."

"I was very impressed on how you managed to get past my security system." Hank praised, pouring him a cup. "Freezing that metal was particularly clever."

"I lost ten bucks." Nora added, "I thought you would just leave."

Scott looked offended before Hank's words settled. "Were you watching me?"

Hank leaned back in his seat. "Scott, I've been watching you for a while with Nora's help. She is particularly good with gaining excess to camera's around town. Very helpful. Of course getting into sealed off files is another exceptional skillset. Hank turned over the newspaper he had been reading to reveal a picture of Scott. Vista Corp Employee Implicated in Elaborate Heist'.

"Hey! Were you a part of this back at Baskin-and-Robbins?" Scott gasped but Nora didn't even look up at him. "Nope. Pure luck I guess."

"Oh! Excuse me, burgled Vista Corp." Hank corrected himself after a moment of silence, "Vista's security system is one of the most advanced in the business." Hank explained. "It was supposed to be unbeatable. But you beat it--Would you like some sugar?"

Scott blinked. "Yeah, thanks."

Two ants crawled across the table, carrying a cube of sugar each.

"You know what, I'm okay."

Nora just laughed.

Scott pointed to the retreating ants. "How do you make them do that?"

"Ants can lift objects fifty times their weight. They build, farm, they cooperate with each other."

"Didn't you know that Scotty?" Nora jested.

"Right, but how do you make them do that?"

The two ants simply returned the two sugar cubes back in the porcelain pot.

"I use electromagnetic waves to stimulate their olfactory nerve centre." Hank replied, pointing to the small device in his ear "I speak to them. I can go anywhere, hear anything, and see everything."

"And still know absolutely nothing." Hope said, standing from her chair. "I'm late to meet Cross."

"Have fun with the crazy psychopath Hope!" Nora waved cheerfully.

Scott let out a sharp breath, raising his hand. "Uh... doctor Pym?"

"You don't need to raise your hand Scott."

"Sorry I just have one question." He continued, "Who are you? Who is she? What is Nora doing here, and what the hell is going on!"

    "Welcome to the dream team Scott!"

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