hulksdontdoweak:

She peered her head down to left, pouted lips more in a thinking expression. “Hmm. Thanks.” It didn’t take an excessive amount of mental energy to watch her positioning, but it was going to be a tense moment setting this piece of likely space junk down gently enough in the containment areas of the ship. 

"Hey, Scott? Could you get the hovering containment thing up and running for me? I’d love to use my arms again, and no— I promise no joking threats of squishing today.”

      “Is that a technical term?” Scott chuckled as he shoved the containment device over to her so she could set the meteor down.

      “Reed’s gonna love this. It’ll keep him busy for at least two days.”

hulksdontdoweak:

"Scott, I do. I can see the sweat that drips off your brow most days and hear a kid thirty stories down getting into trouble if I need to, but when I’m trying to watch the door-frame and get this into the ship, I’m afraid my ‘elf eyes’ aren’t cutting it to a buzzing little teammate at my eye-level.” She rolled her eyes. 

"Out of harm’s way way is good enough to hear for me. You’re not exactly zapping little energy to keep track of." Hyperactive senses right now were a bitch to deal with in her current setting, but right now, it was easy enough to focus them to spy Scott in a second, paused in her step. Giant green eyes glared at him. "—Besides, you know my glasses are for paperwork, and whenever I’m— yeah, but I’m all eagle vision now.”

      What do you mean not everyone can focus on five things at once? Maybe that was more of a parent thing that Scott did, keeping track of where everyone was. He shrugged off her glare, slightly apologetic, but not really. She could get used to him changing sizes and moving around like that. ”Right. I think you’re clear of the door, by the way. Just watch the angle on the left.”

hulksdontdoweak:

"You got the world of time to improve.” She shook her head softly, scoffing. “Try adding some points to your Charisma while you’re at it.” Self-depreciating with a side of table-top gaming. Was this really the legacy the Future Foundation left to guard their team’s roles? At least they weren’t uneducated in the way of pop culture for the most part. Medusa left the statement’s validity debatable.

With him following up on his pun physically, her eyes went big trying to figure where he would have went, but likely, the noodle-like devices he called a means of transportation was likely in use at this point. She didn’t have to worry about the tiny, tiny remains of her teammate and friend against the somewhat cracked concrete. It would make for the world’s smallest human funeral.

Literally out of her hair, she shook her head out in fact out of the fact she had to be so careful and cautious about doing so with him on her shoulder, clutched to some of her curls. Now, she was free to shake her head out without a single problem. While she shook her head, for effect, she even let out a convincing "Hallelujah!".  Then, she noticed the ship open up and walked along in carefully to watch her step. 

"Scott? Scoooott? Ant-Man flying, wanna give me a notice you’re aboard or something?”

      “Just above your eye-level,” Scott said, using the ribbon-like spools to float in the air. “Well out of harm’s way, I assure you. But I thought you had advanced vision or something. Doesn’t that usually come with superpowers?”

      He didn’t know very many superhumans who needed glasses. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure why he thought Jen would have better eyesight than anyone else, but it just seemed like a reasonable assumption.

hulksdontdoweak:

She played with his banter, smirking slightly, ‘steed’ comment not ignored. “Yeah, you rolled a one on your luck check too, and nearly ended up getting flicked into nonexistence by said 'steed' there.” She laughed, but not terribly too much.

She chuckled more as she squinted her eyes as they caught a flash of a shine, which fortunately was the ship. Her shoulder angel could pilot then instead of piloting her. "Eureka!"

      “I’ll have to put a few skill points towards those next time I level up. Quipping’s an important, but often overlooked skill and I am ashamed by my own failure.”

      He smiled at the sight of the ship. “Great. Perfect. Let me get out of your hair.” With that, he hopped off her shoulder (literally extracting himself from her hair) so she could load it up without him in the way.

hulksdontdoweak:

"Miraculous observation, Scottie. Kirk away." She joked with him further, looking straight ahead with some observation to her steps and how some of the ground was less than stable in terms of walking on straight, flat surfaces. When dealing with an unknown alien object, it was best o be cautious after all, even if she’d survive the blast herself if it blew up on her. 

"—Astute observation.” She began to tease with cartoons now the Future Foundation watched in their free time. “—And the day is saved… by Scott Lang!” She shook her head softly, mostly snickering for his own shoulder-grabbing sake.

      Scott chuckled a little. “And his trusty steed, the sensational She-Hulk.” Steed. That probably wasn’t the best thing to call her. “Annnnnd I think I failed my charisma check with that one.”

      Self-deprecating humor combined with D&D references. Truly, he was filling Hank’s shoes and then some.

heirtoattilan:

*side eyes suspiciously* …. You’ve been referring to me as apple sauce, haven’t you.

      Nope.

Inside The Actor's Studio Edition.  

Tagged by hulksdontdoweak and agentirredeemable

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 Questions:

1. What is your favourite word?

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

2. What is your least favourite word?

Uh… I’m not sure I have one.

Maybe ‘oops’.

3. What turns you on?

No comment.

4. What turns you off?

No comment.

5. What sound do you love?

The pitter-patter of little feet in the hallways.

6. What sound do you hate?

Screaming.

7. What is your favourite curse word?

Dangflabbit.

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

I’d like to be more of a scientist than I turned out to be. Get a doctorate in electrical engineering and actually create things, rather than fixing them or building them or reverse engineering them.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

Uh… janitor.

That sucked.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

I’m a sucker for the classics, so I’d go for the standard “well done”.

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heirtoattilan:

So long as I am not eternally “Applesauce”.

      Heh… Yeah, that’d be bad…

heirtoattilan:

…. You can’t be Scott Lang. You got my name right.

[ He’s been practicing. ]

      Statistically, I had to get it right eventually, right?

hulksdontdoweak:

Straightening her head quickly, she then has to mentally and physically move her head slowly to shift it right, heading the direction with a short nod. It seemed she had to monitor with a quick reminder to have the right setting for his ‘one-thirty’ suggestion. “—Got it. Sooooo much better. How long do I have to keep this up? Straight ahead until I hit shipboard?”

      “Uh, yeah, pretty much. I mean, once you’re heading in the right direction, you should be able to see it with your own eyeballs.”

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