i love garbage.

( post-civil war, au on ant-man and the wasp. )

Scott's strange behaviour is rather … normal. It's when he's behaving like any other well-adjusted human being that she begins to worry.

It's a good thing she has nothing to worry about, since Scott's acting like himself. Strange. Odd. He's overcompensating for a possible wrong he perceives he's done when it's as simple as him forgetting to leave his suit behind because Cassie wanted an Ant-Man show.

Dad hadn't busted a vein over that.

Hope ignores Scott as he bangs his elbow against the doorframe for the fifth time in the last hour. She ignores the way he tries to explain the reasoning behind a nasty bruise on his upper arm and lower back. She even ignores how he measures out way too much salt. She can be cool; she's not uptight, even though there's no salt in cupcakes and she's had to bite her tongue numerous times from telling him that.

Standing in his kitchen, Hope continues to follow Cassie's neatly written recipe. She's here because she has no social life, and Scott had fed Cassie a very innocent white lie that he knew how to cook her favourite cupcakes even though he's never quite known how to get the icing right — according to Cassie, anyway.

Hope stiffens when he slams a cupboard door a little too hard. Sieving the flour, Hope clears her throat.

"Are you okay?" she asks, amused. Scott Lang, the ultimate con artist, sucks at being in the kitchen. Or maybe he's slipping around and making a mess because he lied to her.

Scott went to Germany without her. It's fine. Nothing's wrong.