Two Years Chapter 1 - The Return

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Long time no see! This is my first fanfic for a long time, so I hope it's all okay, I might be a bit rusty when it comes to this stuff, but I'm sure I'll get back in the swing of things soon enough.

This is an Ant-Man FanFiction, not Harry Potter. After watching Endgame (no spoilers here don't worry) I suddenly had an urge to write this. Ant-Man is my favourite Marvel character, and I wanted to write a more lighthearted fanfic, so I'm making this story about the two years of house arrest Scott faced after the Airport Battle in Germany. This isn't linked to Marvel Cannon of what actually happened in that time (hence the name FanFiction) and is a pretty heartwarming tale of Scott, Cassie and others.

So sit back, relax and enjoy the show!

(This takes place in events between Captain America: Civil War and Ant-Man and the Wasp)

Scott looked out of the window of the military jet he was being transported in. While he didn't expect a first class, red carpet return to the United States, he would've thought a little more consideration would've been put into what vehicle he was being transported in. It was unusually cramped for a plane. The walls were dark, an unusual tint of dark green shone through, when it wasn't lined with dust. However, the worst part was the smell. It stunk worse than when Cassie used to be in diapers.

Cassie.

Scott closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting to his little girl. She was his everything. He was motivated by her, and no one else. Not even Hank or Hope Pym could draw even with the power of an 8 year old. His relationship was more than just father and daughter. He was her hero, and she was his rock. And now, he didn't even know if he would be allowed to see her again. A single tear ran down Scott's cheek.

He opened his eyes again, staring out the window. 12 hours he had been on this plane. Turns out Germany was a lot further from California then he originally thought. Aren't military aircraft supposed to be super fast, especially ones designed by Tony Stark?

'It's their form of torture' Scott thought to himself. He didn't know what awaited him when they landed. Prison? A hefty fine? The Electric Chair? It was too much to think about. He just wanted to see his daughter again.

Suddenly, a soldier tapped him on the shoulder. Scott looked up at the very muscular man stood less than a foot behind him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"We'll be landing in ten minutes," The soldier's voice boomed, "when we land you will be escorted to the nearest court room to hear the result of your trial."

"My trial?" Scott asked, evidently confused.

"Over the last week, Mr. Lang, a very fierce trial has been fought over what the terms for your return to the U.S. should be."

"I wasn't notified about this?" Scott stated, standing up at this point. "How am I supposed to know who was defending me? Do I have legal counsel? A lawyer? You can't just put me on trial when I'm imprisoned in a foreign country, and then just neglect to tell me that I'm being tried altogether!"

"Let me tell you something, small fry." The soldier stepped closer. "There's not a lot of room for you to be complaining at the moment, so for your sake, I suggest you zip it." Scott sat back down, feeling intimidated and weak. Not that he hadn't felt that since he was pushed over using a spider web two weeks prior, but this was the icing on the cake.

"While we don't have information about whether or not you had a legal representative present at your trial," the soldier continued, this booming voice almost causing Scott to have a heart attack, "we do know that people have testified in your defence."

Scott's eyes widened, and a small smile appeared on his face. Some hope emerged through the musty green walls.

"Who?" He asked tentatively.

The soldier brought out what looked like an iPad from a shelf, tapped the screen a few times, then read.

"Luis," the soldier began, and for Scott the light shining through the walls vanished. While Luis was his best friend, you could replace his brain with an eggplant and not notice. He couldn't begin to imagine what his testimony was like.

"Dave, Kurt," Scott put his head in his hands. 'The Three Wombats' were his defence. A thought popped into his head to open the security door and just jump out, he was dead either way when he landed.

"Maggie, Paxton," Scott lifted his head from his hands and the light was back. Paxton works with the police force, and Maggie is terrifying when she has a set agenda in mind, all he needed now was either Hank or Hope to turn up and he would be off Scott-free (pun intended)!

"... and that's it." the soldier said, placing the iPad back on it's charging station.

"That's... that's it?" Scott questioned, hoping a mistake had been made.

"I guess you're wondering why your associates didn't turn up to defend you." the solider replied, a slightly sinister smirk emerging at the corners of his lips.

"Wow. You must be a mind-reader or something to work that one out." Scott fired back sarcastically.

"No one can find them. A warrant for their arrest is out."

"Arrest? What did they do wrong?" Scott asked, perplexed.

"Well number one they've been associated with you, making them criminals for not informing appropriate authorities about your intended actions, and number two you were using Hank Pym's technology, further incriminating them for providing you with the technology to do the damage that you did."

Scott slumped back into his chair. He couldn't believe it. All those years of research Hank and Hope put in, crushed because he was persuaded to fight for a worthy cause alongside Captain America.

"This is bullshit..." Scott muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Scott felt the plane touch down. It was judgement day at last.

Stepping off the plane, he could see his ride waiting for him, surrounded by what was at least 50 armed guards. Was he really that much of a risk without his suit?

Scott was practically pushed into the back of the police car, squished in-between two very beefy security guards. The car ride was silent. Scott couldn't even hear anyone breathe. What was only a ten minute car journey felt like a ten year car journey, but when it was finally over, Scott was very forcefully removed from the car and marched to the hearing room.

The room was very wide and bright, the white walls complimenting the wooden style very well. It was surprisingly empty, with only the clerk, the judge and two other gentlemen sitting along the front of the room. Scott was bought up to the podium, where the judge eyed him very suspiciously. Scott took a deep breath and said a quick prayer, before he heard the judge's authoritative voice begin to produce words.

"Mr. Lang, in your absence this court has been debating your future. I would personally much rather you had been present, but the legal teams were very keen to get underway. Mr. Lang, you have conspired with a criminal, caused extreme damage to the public property of a U.S. ally, and risked several lives in the process. Do you understand this?"

Knowing better than to argue at this point, Scott hung his head and replied with a simple "Yes."

"Good. There are many who want you to face a long prison sentence Mr. Lang, some even believing you should receive capital punishment."

Scott's heart was pounding. He didn't want to die. He was too young, he had a daughter to think of. Before Scott could open his mouth to begin begging for his life, the judge continued her speech.

"However, there are many who want you to walk a free man. While I can't pick and choose I have come to a decision. Two years under house arrest, followed by three years of probation."

If he had not been immobilised by his rapid heartbeat, Scott could've jumped for joy, then started doing cartwheels around the entire courtroom. Two years of house arrest? He walked into that room thinking he had breathed his last! This was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for him.

"However, should you have any contact with your former associates Hank Pym or Hope Pym, or leave your property without supervision, you will face 20 years in prison minimum."

Scott's mood changed instantly, as his brain assessed the situation. He couldn't see Hank or Hope again without spending a good chunk of his life in prison. But they have to hate him. He's the reason they're on the run, potentially spending the rest of their lives in prison for it. And as long as he had Cassie, he didn't need anything else. Then, a terrifying thought entered his mind. What if he wasn't allowed to see Cassie?

"This sentence is granted in coordination with the German government and the federal government, any violation would hold you accountable to both. Mr. Lang do you have any questions?"

"Well, yes, just one. Who am I allowed to have contact with?"

The judge smiled at Scott, and replied far more softly than she had come across during her sentencing.

"You are allowed to see your family Scott, they can visit you any time you want. As can your friends. But steer clear of anyone you are not allowed to see, do you understand?"

"Yes- uh... thank you! Really, thank you!" Scott replied, his mind spinning. He couldn't really comprehend what was going on.

"Excellent." The judge remarked. "Mr. Lang the time for your house arrest will begin when you step foot onto your property, where you must remain for two years. With that being said, I think we shall call this case closed."

The judge banged her hammer, and then stood up to leave. Scott was still in some sort of shock. And didn't even notice the man who was calling his name to him from below his podium.

"Mr. Lang!" The man called out for the fifth time. Having noticed that he had finally caught Scott's attention, he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jimmy Woo, I'm going to be monitoring you over the next two years."

"Hi," Scott said, walking down from his podium to shake Jimmy's hand. "Well Mr. Woo, I won't be any trouble at all, I promise."

Jimmy let out a short chuckle. "Well, we'll see. And I would prefer it if we got to know each other on a first name basis, it makes it seem less like prison and more like business."

"Okay, well, where do I go from here?" Scott asked.

"Well, your family is waiting for you in the next room, and from there you will be escorted back to your home where you will stay for two years."

"I really hope people stop saying the whole two years thing, I think it's gonna become an insult." Scott mumbled to himself while Jimmy walked back to his desk for some paperwork.

"Well, go on through and see your daughter, I'll be through in a minute." Jimmy said, pointing to the door which led Scott to his beloved Cassie.

Scott walked to the door his arm trembling slightly as it reached the handle. He closed his eyes, tried to gain some confidence and fearlessness that he showed back in Germany, and opened the door.

"Daddy!" A familiar voice called out.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Thanks for reading, and I'll see you guys soon!