<div class="floatleft">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1wYAdKpXXXXcjXXXXq6xXFXXX8/Evangeline-Lilly-Hot-Girl-Sexy-Legs-Art-Huge-Print-canvas-Poster-TXHOME-D3931.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Hope Van Dyne-Pym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 12th 2018<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barton Farm, Undisclosed Location North America<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black skinny jeans, black riding boots, grey button up blouse, and black jacket<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Captain America/Steve Rogers, Falcon/Sam Wilson, Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff, Ant Man/Scott Lang, BlackWidow/Natasha Romanov<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Under normal circumstances Hope had been able to travel undetected and unnoticed, that was before Scott got her placed on the Government’s radar in the worst way. She had to appear as if she were oblivious of the hero world and well ensure her father wasn’t meddling in things more than usual. To say that it had been a little harder to get her father to listen to her and get out of the city was a bit of an understatement.<br/><br/>Rather than taking the car she had been forced to use a more non-Hope method of travel, thank god for dad’s technology for shrinking things as she placed the trailer keychain into the storage of the motorcycle. Revving the engine a few times before she actually put on her helmet just to make sure she was feeling it.<br/><br/><em>’Hope, I trust you’ll make the right decision. The directions Scott sent over is where they are all meeting. Go easy on him please..’</em>Her father’s words to her before she had left played over in a loop as she typed in the coordinates, just because you hung out with the Avengers one time didn’t mean you couldn’t just use regular addresses. It was another thing she would have to bite her tongue on as she took in a deep breath, she could run far away from all of this and abandon it all.<br/><br/>It wouldn’t be much of a long shot for her given who her father was. Hank Pym ran away, so could she. It was more of an obligation for her mother’s memory that she tore off threw the city streets for the cross country drive to a farm in the middle of nowhere. Hope not once feeling obligated to call her father to give him a status update, knowing the paranoid bastard he built something into her suit to track her. Then again father like daughter she had done the same thing with rigging his wedding ring.<br/><br/>All she knew was she had a few words to share with Scott Lang when she saw him, how could he just assume her and her father wanted any part of this chaos. Had he been so selfish to not even consider the aftermath? It had been a long few days worth of driving and so much caffeine a gal could have before she allowed the angry rage to subside, it was perfect timing really as the dirt road finally came into view.<br/><br/>It was actually a beautiful farm. The bike pulled to a stop beside one of the cars parked in the front and she felt on edge once again. What if they didn’t need her? What if Scott forgot to tell them he was inviting her and now she just walked into a worse case scenario that would end up with her kicking someone’s ass.<br/><br/>“Hello?” She called out before removing her helmet and shaking out her hair as she opened the storage on the bike to retrieve her trailer keychain, it made packing a breeze to be honest, before she clipped it to her black skinny jeans. Her hair had definitely grown out a bit longer than the last time Scott saw her it was past her shoulders in chocolate waves.<br/><br/>“Uhh.. Hello? Maybe I got the wrong address. I’m looking for a Scott Lang. He owes me a long explanation..” she offered as she placed her helmet down on the seat of the bike but didn’t move from beside it. Hell, for all she knew she was on someone else’s property and most horror stories she heard involved being shot at on sight for trespassing.<br/>