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“Don’t open that- I can’t promise you won’t find something strange.”
Scott paused his lock picking and turned in search of the girl who’d voiced the warning.
“I’m looking for strange.”
A woman dropped into view, and holy hell , she was not what he expected, but--
“Did you just drop from the ceiling?”
“I’ve found the skill to be quite useful.”
Now that he’d seen her, Scott couldn’t help but notice the bright red lips, blue eyes and chestnut waves of the woman before him. The short woman before him. He would’ve thought she’d be taller.
“What sort of strange? I’ve got many kinds behind that door, maybe it can help.”
“I thought you’d be taller.”
“The same could be said about you, Mr. Lang.”
“How do you know who I am? We haven’t met before, have we?”
“Scott Lang. Ant-Man. Thief.”
“Cat Burglar”, he corrected absentmindedly. She knows who I am.
“Sorry, cat burglar.” The woman, short woman , his brain supplied, rolled her eyes. With a flick of her wrist, the door opened and Scott’s eyes widened because that is not a safe , that is a broom closet .
“You never answered my question.”
“Question?”
“What kind of strange?”
“Oh, you know, wormhole to the unknown.”
The woman arched an eyebrow and woah, cool, honest to God smirked at him.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes- just your average locked door."
“Who even are you?”
“Darcy Lewis.”
“ Jane’s Darcy? Where have you been, she’s been looking everywhere for you?!”
The woma- Darcy looked pointedly at the door.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes. Come on, then, let’s get you back to the Tower, can’t have the ‘wormhole’ open for too long and besides, Janie will be wondering where you’ve gotten to.”
“Wait, did she know where you were the whole time?”
The wom- Darcy smirked.
“Is this a joke? This is a joke, right?”
Darcy just laughed.
“Are we even out of the Tower?”
“Nope.”
“Jane won, didn’t she?”
“Yep.”