𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ.

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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❉ ｡ ﾟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝔸ɴᴛ 𝕎ᴏᴍᴀɴ .
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⠀- ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀʙᴇɴᴛ sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ʟᴀɴɢ;
⠀- ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ & ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ;
⠀- ᴍᴄᴜ-ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;
⠀- ʜᴇᴛ.; sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ.
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

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“Well...shit. That can’t be good.”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@IronIsBlue — Iron Man and everything.”
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/Smooth, Lang. *So* smooth./
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@IronIsBlue invitation.”
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She stopped in half-stride, his worktop the only thing standing between them, and offered him a hand to shake.
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“Hi. I’m Scotty. Lang. Scotty Lang. I know a lot - I mean, well, I’ve heard a lot about you. As one would - as anyone would. Y’know, ��cause you’re —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@IronIsBlue ⠀
“Oh.”
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From where she’d positioned herself beside his array of Iron Man suits, the particularly sparky brunette made her way towards the other person in the room.
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“Your green and red friend let me in the front door. I’m new around here - on Captain - /Steve’s/ —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@OfSilverTongues — two seconds before continuing.
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“Unless, of course, nobody ever found out that I helped you with whatever you were doing. And that there was something /substantial/ in it for me, in the end.”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@OfSilverTongues ⠀
Scratching her head a little, she pondered on the morality of this /totally hypothetical/ situation he spoke of.
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“Look, fella.”
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She pointed a wary finger.
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“I don’t do dealings with your kind of people - not anymore.”
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She sucked in her cheeks for a total of —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@AvemOculus — prefer /not/ to be found.”
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Biting on her bottom lip, Lang’s line of sight strayed from the stranger’s concealed one to the horizon of a dog park beyond. “Maybe we should walk and talk this out - figure it’d make us both feel a li’l’ more comfortable. What d’you think?”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@AvemOculus — her mentor had provided Lang with.
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‘Right.’ she thought to herself, ‘Yeah. Stay focused, Scotty.’
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“I am.” the brunette replied, “Looking for someone, yep. I’d reckon you’re looking for someone too, but those shades covering just about half your face suggest you’d —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@AvemOculus ⠀⠀⠀
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Scotty blinked at the stranger, briefly caught off-guard before a small, Hank-sounding voice from somewhere in the depths of her mind snapped at her to recover.
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Oh. Hold on. That was Hank’s voice. She’d nearly - practically - forgotten about the earpiece —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@OfSilverTongues ⠀
Scotty took a step back.
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Two steps.
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Three.
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“Then what do you want?”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@OfSilverTongues — All that - fun stuff?”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@OfSilverTongues ⠀
She could’ve wheezed - would’ve been weird, but oddly appropriate at the same time.
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Wracking her brains, her narrow gaze scanned this ‘God of Mischief’ until...
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Shit.
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“Ha...okay, you’re an impersonator, right? For the guy who tried to fry New York? Rule the world? —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@IronIsBlue ⠀
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“Yeah, pretty sure /that/ goes /here/...”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

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Whoa, whoa. Calm down, Hank Jr.
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She’s just messing with you.
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/Just a little/.
⠀ https://t.co/oJPUKsQq0w

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@Formicidaes — Thanks.”
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[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@Formicidaes — of her hand. Screw Kurt, man. Screw the will-be-sorry son of a b...
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Lang took the call off mute, sitting up straight and a very small somewhat ready for anything. “I’ll be ‘round soon. Give me - fifteen. Make yourself and Jan some coffee and biscuits in the meantime. —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@Formicidaes — responded to Hank with a thick tongue:
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“Not a /hero/, Hank. Am - /Am/ - /I’m/ more of a spy. Y’know. ‘Cause I sneak past unseen...’cause I’m smooth as hell.”
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Muting her side of the call momentarily, Scotty sat up hissing and rubbing her temples furiously with the back —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@Formicidaes — self,’ she thought, pinching the bridge of her nose and scrunching her eyes shut, before opening them, /before/ swiftly having them close again, ‘don’t drink with the guys again. Ever.’
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‘Or just avoid Kurt. That’d work, too.’
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Turning her face back around, Hungover —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

@Formicidaes ⠀⠀⠀
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As soon as he’d finished speaking, Scotty turned her face into her pillow to muffle a groan. Bad mistake. The reverberation it made against the thing, despite being minimal, still /strongly/ reminded Lang of a headache acquired from last night.
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‘Reminder to —

[𝒮ᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ 𝐿ᴀɴɢ. @steaIingshit]

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Mimics mockingly.
⠀ https://t.co/DWPZEzvXkc