Four years earlier...

"Agent Olson, this is Hank Pym," Nick Fury introduced the two as Hank arrived in Fury's office. "Mr. Pym is the only man on this planet I would say is smarter then Tony Stark."

Corey held out her hand to the attractive older man, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Call me Corey if you want."

Hank took her hand, distracted by her eyes and her smile, feeling almost a spark as their skin met. "Of course," he replied before quickly turning his attention to Fury, "So, what have you brought me here to look at?"

Fury brought up the plans for his current project, the helicarriers designed to take out anyone who posed any threat to the country.

Corey stepped back while the two men worked together, intervening when necessary with the information she was in on, or specific data she'd tracked or put together. The session ended with Pym figuring out the kink in the carriers.

"Thank you for your help, as always," Fury said with a nod of gratitude as Hank gathered his things to leave. "Agent Olson, why don't you escort our guest out," he suggested.

"Happy to," she replied, looking at Hank, "Come with me, Mr. Pym," she gestured and he moved to walk beside her as they exited Fury's office.

Once they reached the lobby, Hank turned to Corey, "Listen Corey, I was really impressed with your work up there," he complimented, "If you have any extra time, I'd love to have your help with my work." He handed her a card with his address and phone number, not allowing her to respond, "I look forward to seeing you soon."

Three years earlier…

When SHIELD fell, Corey moved from working with Hank on the side to a full time arrangement, their chemistry growing with each passing day.

One afternoon Hank became frustrated with Scott's progress and left him to Hope, hoping her methods would work better. Corey was in the kitchen, sitting at the table working, when he entered. She could tell by the look on his face, he was annoyed.

Corey stood and walked toward him, placing her hand on his back, moving it in small circular motions, "Everything ok?" she asked, feeling him relax into her touch.

He sighed, "Scott just isn't getting it and I don't know how to help him in any other way then what I've been doing."

Corey's eyes flashed with almost a twinkle as she replied, "Hope told me that you once wore th suit. If he can't handle it, why don't you be Ant-Man?"

Her idea caused Hank to laugh, "I'm far too old to be a superhero but I appreciate your faith in me. Are you having any luck on your end?"

"With you?" she asked sarcastically, "No, but on the project? Yeah, I've gotten some things figured out."

She saw him about to speak, knowing he was going to dive into his explanation of why they couldn't pursue their feelings, or chemistry, for each other, but she stopped him, placing her index finger on his lips.

"Tell me in a moment about how we can never be," she almost whispered, closing the gap between them until her lips were on his. She moved gently to deepen the kiss, giving him time to react, but he didn't need it. Once her lips were on his, he had no more reserves, kissing her back fully.