"Scott, we're going to be late." You fret, pacing around your apartment. "You were supposed to be here a half hour ago."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll be there soon."

"This dinner is a big deal for me. If I'm late it'll look terrible for me." You continue. You smooth down your deep purple dress. It's a just a little too tight for your taste. It shows off your curves a little more than you're comfortable with, but it's the only thing left in your closet that you haven't worn a hundred times.

"I know. I'm just a few blocks away." He says as you mess with your earrings in the mirror in the hall.

"Good. I'll see you soon then." You say.

"See you soon. Bye." He says before ending the call. You let out a sigh and rush to the bathroom to reapply deodorant. You're afraid that all of this freaking out has worn it all off.

You have to look your best tonight. Your boss is going to have you on stage with him as he explains your company's latest improvements and plans for the future. You don't want to embarrass him or make him look unprofessional in front of all of the clients and various company owners.

That would guarantee nice cardboard box on your desk Monday morning.

You hear wheels squeal just outside the apartment. You snatch your purse before you lock the door and rush out. You practically run down the stairs, praying that you don't trip and bruise yourself.

"So sorry." Scott quickly mumbles as he runs into you. He looks up, a grin growing on his face. "Wow, you look like you're from a Disney movie."

"Is that a good thing?" You ask, multiple characters coming to your head, none of them making you feel very confident.

"It's great. Like you're royalty. Way too pretty to be seen with me." He says. He shakes his head, looping his arm with yours and nearly dragging you down the stairs. "I was going to get you from your apartment." He says.

"Maybe if you were a littler earlier you could have had the chance." You say as the two of you reach the bottom.

"I know, I'm sorry." He apologizes. "But don't worry, I can make it up to you."

"I'm not sure how you can make up 30 minutes in traffic at this time of night." You say as he opens the doors for you. Although his compliment had you wooing right away, you're still mad at him. He promised to be here on time.

"I have plenty of ways. You just have to trust me." He says. He leads you out to the most expensive car in the parking lot. You blink your eyes in shock. When did he get this?

"This is yours?" You ask as he opens the door for you and practically shoves you inside.

"Yes. I'll explain on the way." He says before he slams the door shut. He runs around to the driver's side and quickly starts it. He floors it out of the parking lot, not even looking before he zooms onto the busy highway.

You grip the handles, glancing over at him in fear. "Um, I know I want you to get me there on time, but I don't necessarily want to die."

"You won't die with me behind the wheel." He scoffs, waving you away as he roughly transfers into the other lane.

"Yeah, sure." You nervously chuckle. You look back at the road just as he slams on the brakes. You gasp as he stops a few centimeters behind the other vehicle.

"Damn it!" He curses, hitting the steering wheel. He bites his lip then looks at you. "Okay, don't freak out. I'm going to do something insane."

"Um, what?"

"Just hold on tight."

"What are you doing?" You ask as he fumbles around in the car. "Scott? Scott, what are you--"

You let out a scream as you pinch your eyes shut. You look around, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't read the license plate of the car in front of you because you were too close and now you couldn't read it because it was so high up. "Scott, what the hell is going on?" You ask.

"Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but my job is this like huge scientific magic trick that I can't quite explain but I totally know how to work." He quickly rambles as he floors the car. You take off, rolling underneath all of the cars.

"I'm still confused!" You shout as he barely dodges traffic coming from the right. You're praying under your breath as he zooms to the venue.

"I know you probably have a ton of questions, most of them I probably can't answer, but you'll have to ask me later. I'm trying to get us not killed." He says. Once the two of you make it onto a mostly clear road, he flips the car back to its normal size.

"Okay. What the hell?" You ask, letting out the breath you were holding.

"Okay, cliff notes version." He declares, glancing over at you as he transfers lanes. "My boss is Ant-Man. Well, he was. He needed someone who could take his place and he happened to find me. Well, I suppose I found him, but that's besides the point."

"So, wait. You're . . ." You trail, trying formulate the correct words.

"Yes." He nods. "I was the huge guy in Germany."

You sit back in your chair in surprise. "So that's why you were on house arrest just before we met. I thought you had killed somebody or something."

"What?"

"What?"

"You just--"

"Yeah, I, um--"

He blinks his eyes then shakes his head. "I didn't kill anybody."

"I figured. I've seen you try to kill a spider." You tease as he whips into the parking lot.

"First of all, you were the one who called me over to kill it." He begins as he shifts the car into park. "And second of all, it was a big spider."

"I didn't know you'd scream." You say as you exit the car. He quickly loops his arm with yours as the two of you run to the front doors.

"Look at that. We have two minutes to spare!" He cheers as you burst through the doors. A few people give the two of you a sideways glance, but soon you mingle your way into the crowd.

"Oh, I feel like this weight has just been lifted from my shoulders." You happily sigh as the two of you get a drink.

"Good." He says. "I don't want you up there looking stiff and terrified." He adds, mocking what you might look like.

"I would not look like that." You say, shaking your head with a smile.

"You're right." He says, rising his hands in surrender. "You'd look more this." He smirks before mocking you again.

"Shut up." You laugh, gently pushing him. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek.

Soon, everyone is called to go to their seats. You and Scott trail in the back, not wanting to be the first people at the table. After everyone is seated, it finally begins. You feel yourself beginning to get nervous. Your stomach is doing flips and you begin to bounce your leg.

Scoff glances over at you. "Are you okay?" He asks, gently grabbing your hand.

"Scott, I don't have think I can do this." You confess, feeling your hands begin to sweat.

"You got this. You are going to go up there and show them how amazing you are. You are the boss. You are better than everyone in here times 12 billion." He encourages, making you smile.

Hushes are sent your way, making you blush in embarrassment. Scott waves them away, still looking into your eyes. "Just ignore them. You'll do great."

"Come with me." You say.

"What?"

"Shrink and come up with me. I can't do this without you." You whisper. You rise from your seat and he follows behind you shortly after. You go into the hallway and once the coast is clear, he shrinks himself.

"You're lucky I have the suit on under this." He says as you pick him off of the ground. You place him on your shoulder. "(Y/N), not gonna lie. This is a first."

"Well, I hope you enjoy yourself." You say as you enter again. You take your seat and almost immediately they call your name. You rise from your seat and plaster on a smile. You don't mess up at all on stage and do the best you've ever done.

Once it's completed, you go back into the hallway and let Scott resize himself. "Was that really so bad?" He asks with a smirk.

"No. But I give you all of the credit for that." You say as you walk back to your car.

"Oh, please, (Y/N)." He scoffs. "That was all you. I just sat on your shoulder."

"I guess being around you just makes me feel comfortable." You say, stepping close to him.

"Does it? 'Cause I think just over an hour ago you were not comfortable with my driving." He teases, his face close to yours.

"That's because you were driving like a lunatic."

"Because we were going to be late."

"And who's fault was that?"

He pauses, thinking over what to say. "I blame my clock. It was behind."

"Sure. Sure." You giggle before pressing your lips to his.

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