I shoved the last piece of my clothing into my bag onto my bed, having me breathe out and look at my room that I was about to leave. Since I left my conversation with Hope, I knew that underneath her tone that she was mentioning that I should really be careful of who I was around with, all because the target on my back. If that was the case, all for the sake of HYDRA, then I would place this whole house and who lived there. That would mean Hank, the one person who granted me a second chance at this life, to Hope who was still a good person that I knew, and of course Scott.

Damn, Scott.

Of course, I would get this kind of feelings in me about him when I knew something like me being a big threat would happen. I didn't want this to happen, and now it was all going downhill from here. This could not end well as I zipped up my bag and then grabbed the handle there to move over to the door. I had to make this right, even if it meant that I was going to go out of this safe haven and into the real world once again. It was a stupid idea that I was about to do, go away from protection, though I had no idea what kind of protection that PYM would give me in comparison to the firepower of HYDRA. What could PYM do? Was it worth being here when I knew they would be in trouble because of me. Who was I to let them get hurt?

I opened the door and walked out of the hallway, walking a few steps and then once again hearing a set of arguing down the stairs now, having em freeze before I could take the first step down the steps. It was Hope, a bit faint now because of me now needing to turn up my hearing aid, but then again it was Scott too, and it sounded a bit heated at the bottom.

"Why would you tell her?" It was Scott, I could hear the anger in his now voice from all the way up here, and it was scaring me that he could sound like that.

"She needed to know the situation that's happening, Scott. She's in real danger, and if that has anything to do with—" Hope was explaining to him now as Scott finally cut her off.

"Pym? You're more concerned about the company than her well-being, her own life?!" Scott hissed at her with more venom in his tone than ever.

"You know I didn't say it like that, Scott," Hope retaliated back.

"Yeah but it was implied. I get that she was not part of Pym in the first place and this is your company, but she is still someone who needs us and needs our protection," I felt like I shouldn't hear any more of this, it felt wrong and it also felt too tender for me. I shouldn't think Hope would be someone like this since she was still kind enough to me to have me think of her as a friend. But then again, now that I heard it from her, it was almost like a betrayal. Of course, now I would have to leave, but now I didn't want to go out the front way and have them see me with my head hung down in fear and neglect. This time, I had to be sneaky. It would be wrong on my end not to say goodbye to Scott, but it was better than trying to explain what I was feeling.

So I fled through the bedroom window.

After I parked my street bike along the street, I decided to find a decent place with wifi to look up another place for me to live, since going back to Hank's house was apparently was a no go on Hope's end. I would get out go dodge and start all over in a new place with a new life, it would be too risky for me to leave now really and I would place more people in danger because of who was after me. Tony Stark was not the only one I had to be afraid of.

The sun wasn't out that day, making it more dreary than even really when it started to rain and I threw on my hoodie, covering most of my face and hiding from the rest of the world. I was listening to the pattern of the raindrops on the cement, my boots stepping in their own rhythm and feeling the raindrops on my head. I was too distracted, which was not something that would happen to me since I was blindsided and someone grabbed me from behind, Throwing their arm around me and shoving me against them while covering my mouth with the other hand to stop me from screaming out for help.

It all happened so quick.

The stranger thew me up against the wall, my head hitting the brick wall in a jolt that almost have me scream out in pain as he threw his hand against my neck, making it almost impossible for me to breathe and he leaned close to me, too close for my own liking, and I could see under his own hoodie that he was smiling, as if he won some kind of prize at the county fair.

I was his prize apparently.

"So," He said in a low almost sister manner, whoever he was before he reached with his spare hand and moved my hoodie away to have me be in clear view, "You're the little hacker that is stirring up trouble," I said nothing, well I couldn't say anything since he had a vice grip on my neck and I knew it was going to leave some bruising there for sure. I wondered who he was working for: Stark or Hydra. I tried to hear it in his voice now as he tilted his head at me and reached over to my ear, where my hearing aid was. I was struggling now against his grip as he touched it, almost like he was about to toy with it. I finally got a good enough group on his wrist where it was in front of me and I threw out my other hand at him in a fist to try and break away from him. That backfired, seeing him knock my hand away with his own spare hand and hit me hard across the mouth and face that I screamed out, throwing my head to the other side and my hearing aid falling to the ground then from the sheer force he had on me.

But then, he was thrown off of me.

I fell to the floor, my face hurting so bad from the slap and the bruise was already forming there as I was looking to the ground, trying to focus now since my hearing was now thrown off. It was making things harder for me, almost having me stop and freeze in order to focus on the sound that I was hearing: struggling. Finally, after a moment or two, I looked up and over to see two men fighting each other, at least one of them fighting and the other one winning apparently. But the second one, the victorious one, would both appear and disappear at the same time. It was almost like I was watching a magic show, someone being there and then gone within a second like he wasn't there before. Was I imagining things? Did I hit my head that hard when I was about to be murdered? I still feel disoriented and out of place with my own head and my breathing when I was still seeing that trick in front of me, my vision was getting clearer and clearer now. It was suddenly come into reality now who was fighting off my offender.

Scott. In his suit.

The man was now unconscious, up against the wall and was not moving anymore as I was resting against the brick wall there, having me watch Scott now as he walked over to where my duffle bag was and then he placed it next to me, looking down at me with his helmet still on. I was mostly afraid to think that this was really Scott here, since the last time I've seen him in the suit was when he broke into my apartment to recruit me. But I had no idea that he could disappear into thin air. That part threw me for a loop, and it was scaring that not only was this possible for a human to do, but it was Scott that was doing this.

My ears were still ringing from what happened, so when he tried to talk to me, I heard nothing but mumbling and I stayed quiet. In my own case, I was still drinking in what he did in front of me and how it al happened so quickly and almost felt like I was watching an out of placing movie right in front of me. He then tapped something on the side of his helmet, making the face of the helmet move out of the way and I finally saw his face.

He looked scared.

I could see it in how his eyebrows were knitted together, his eyes were showing the sadness and worry there as he then looked at my ear, seeing that my hearing aid was and then he looked around in a fleet of panic for a moment or two. For some reason, I still couldn't move a bit from all that I saw as he reached over about 6 feet away from and I watched him, seeing his fingers wrap around my damaged hearing aid.

I felt my heart breaking as he squatted down in front of me, my hearing aid there within his gloved hands. For some resonate affected me, my own hearing aid that I worked hard on and kept for years, and now it was nothing but pieces in his hand. It was worthless, and now I felt worthless without. I could hear okay without it, but that hearing aid was a part of me and now it no longer existed. I started to cry there,e silent tears were going down my face as I felt Scott scoot a bit closer to me now, grasping my arm there with his other hand to get my attention. I watched him with my blurry eyes now as he nodded at me one.

"We'll go to Hank," He said, I could read his words and hear a bit of a muffled version of what he said, and I nodded in agreement. I didn't feel like running away from him anymore, and the fact that he saved me was enough for me to get by.

Time to go back.

"What do you think?" I placed the new hearing aid into my ear now, feeling it out for a second or two with the doctor in front of me now as he was waiting for my answer. I looked at him, hearing things again in my deaf ear and I nodded at him. It was a success on his end, seeing him smile as he tilted my head away from him a bit to get a better view of my ear with the aid. I could see Hank, Scott, and Hope at the other side of the room, Hope standing near the door, Hank a bit closer to me now as he was walking over and Scott in one of the charts, hands folded on his knees and watching my every move.

"It's top of the line. The testing process is almost complete and we've been having great results from this model, one of out newer cochlear implant models that we haven't placed on the public market just yet," The doctor explained to Hank now as I sat there and heard the clarity in his voice and then hearing the electricity in the fluorescent lights about me in the room, "But, because of your generous donation to the hospital a year ago, we are willing to make an exception to you Hank."

"Whatever it takes for her to have the best: She is one of my best employees after all," Hank explained to the Doctor, in which I saw Hope look down a bit almost in a hurt fashion with the look on her face as Hank went on, "We do have a great health plan."

The doctor chuckled, "I think you're going to be placing the other companies to shame because of this, Mr. Pym." he then looked at me now and smiled, "I'll let you use this for two weeks and I want to see you back there to check on you and the product. If anything feels out of place, you call me."

"Yes, sir," I replied seeing him grin once more and he grabbed his file and walked out of the room, having me sit there on the patient table with Hank, Hope and Scott looking at me now as I was thinking of what I should tell them. I wanted to say something, anything to get this awkwardness out of the room, but my tongue felt like cement then as Hank eyed me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me now as I looked at him in suspicion. I nodded, though my neck was now revolting against me for moving it and I squinted a bit from it. Scott instantly shot up from being my discomfort on my face. He walked over too, standing next to Hank now as he looked at the damage on my face then.

"Doctor said that this bruise will heal up quick, and the cut there on your jaw will take a bit to heal," Hank explained as he too was looking at my face up and down with his eyes. I felt a bit shameful for leaving the house and almost walking into my demise, and I felt like he was about to scold me for what I did now as he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers there.

"I take it that you were not very happy about hearing about Hydra?" He asked me, having me take in a swallow in my mouth before I could even speak.

"I'm a liability now, Hank," I admitted to him, seeing him eye me now in confusion stop what I meant when I said that. I took in another breath, knowing that I would have to explain to him what I was thinking about, "Stark and Hydra are after me. if they come and find me in your home, you all will be in danger…because of me. I don't want to risk that since you've been nothing but kind to me,"

"You weren't going to risk us, Emma," Scott reminded me in a confident manner, laced with a hint of sadness there and I looked from Hank to him, "Trust me, we can handle someone like Stark.'

"And Hydra?" I asked him back.

"Hydra's not our main problem," Hank said to me now as he was coming back in the conversation, "I don't care who placed that thought in your head, but Hydra is not going to be our main threat. That's not how they operate," I looked ahead, not wanting to avert my eyes to her to give it away, but I could see Hope shifting a bit now in uneasiness from that explanation. Hank then turned his head slightly in her direction, Hope seeing this as some kind of signal or sign. She then averted her eyes down and left the room, closing the door behind her, and it made me think that she knew that she was caught with what she said to me.

"I don't want you to think that you're not safe with us, Emma," Hank reassured me as I raised an eyebrow to him now since I wanted to bring up another subject that was haunting my mind that very day.

"Is it because Scott can somehow disappear with a drop of a hat?" I asked him, seeing him freeze a bit as he looked at Scott now. Scott returned the look, but he looked more determined about it than anything as he then looked back at me and took in a hesitant breath.

"That is something that we didn't tell you…not yet," He explained to me, having my eyes go wide at him now since he was somehow telling the truth: Scott did something that seemed impossible.

"What did he do?" I asked him, wanting to know more and more now.

"I'll explain it to you when we get back to the house," He paused, "If you want to come back to the house. I won't hold you hostage, but I do think that you should stay."

I was still torn about what was going on with me, about who was after me. I knew that the rational part of me should go and find somewhere to lay low and hide, to get other people out of my own troubles and not get them involved. That was the smart way to do things, at least that's what I thought in my own head. But then again, Hank and Scott already proved to me that they wanted me to stay and not leave them behind, to work for them and have my second chance at life. Hank still wanted that for me, and who was I to say no to something like that. I had nowhere else to call home, I still had nothing of real importance to my name. I was still at ground zero, with a small amount of money to calm as my own, and an uncertain future ahead of me.

"Please stay, Emma," I heard Scott ask me quietly, and I looked over at him with my bruising neck and jawline to see that, there in his stance and how he was watching them, and he wanted me to stay more than anything. I owed him more than I could ever before because he saved my life, with whatever gift that he had, he saved me. It showed that he cared and he wanted me to not get hurt anymore, or at least in trouble. Just seeing the look on his face and how he asked me to stay was enough for me not to break his heart.

I had to stay.