<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>Wasp  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280775.msg13805469#msg13805469)</strong><br/><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 blouse, and black jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/d0/56/46d056a760b1dc6ed238d8b81bfb68cd.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Antman/Scott Lang, Captain America/Steve Rogers, Falcon/Sam Wilson, Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff, BlackWidow/Natasha Romanov<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>“You might genuinely think that your expendable Scott but you didn’t see the contingency plan that was set up in case you died. Hank wanted to at least ensure one daughter had an untarnished memory of her father.” Hope offered before clapping him gently on the shoulder before retreating inside to the smell of freshly made food.<br/><br/>Grabbing the glass from Romanov’s hand she lifted it to her lips. She wasn’t exactly a peopley person and the face she might have admitted that Scott had been important to her father did sting a little more than she liked. It had been a bit of a discussion while the Ant-man was away helping Captain America.<br/><br/>——<br/><em>I have a trust fund set aside for his daughter, Cassie, just in case he doesn’t make it back. I allowed her father to suit up and put his line on the line.<br/><br/>Did you ever once stop and think about what you and Mom did?<br/><br/>We both knew what we were doing.<br/><br/>Yet you never.. Neither of you stopped to think about what would happen to me though.<br/><br/>I thought Howard or Peggy would take you in.<br/><br/>So I was going to someone’s charity case?<br/><br/>Hope.. you’ve always landed on your feet. I never had to worry about you. Scott.. Scott needs someone..</em><br/>———-<br/><br/>She moved to take a seat her eyes falling into the glass. The red liquid calling to her as she dragged her hand through her hair. “It smells wonderful Sam.”<br/>