Picnic in the Park:
Seven-year-old George and Hope Pym were playing in the park. They flew their kites with their parents Hank and Janet's assistance.
"You just have to let the wind carrying it up," Hank advised them as he helped George fly his flying dinosaur,"
"That's it kids," Janet helped Hope's butterfly kite catch the wind so it would hoister up higher into the air.
Once they were high enough, Hank and Janet let go of the ropes and allowed their twins to do it themselves. They laughed and cheered.
"Mine's higher than yours Hope," George goaded.
"No! Mine's higher!" Hope answered back. "Shall we race them?"
"Oh, it is so on!"
The twins started running.
"Don't run too fast kids!" Hank called.
"The kites will give you a ride if you're not careful!" Janet called too.
The husband and wife did nothing but smile as they watched their kids jog around the park a little. They were such an inseparable pair. They shared the same cot as kids.
"I'm so glad we're taking a break from field work just for this," Hank breathed out, releasing his relief from all the hard work S.H.I.E.L.D.
Janet leaned her head on his shoulder. "Me too dear. We need all the time we can have without little ones. They won't be little forever. Sooner or later they'll be adults and having kids of their own,"
"Let's hope they're not too preoccupied with work themselves," Hank agreed.
After the wind died down, Hope and George started playing hide and seek with one another. Janet decided to join in whilst Hank was in charge of the sandwiches.
"Shall I go seek first?" Janet asked.
"Yes!" her children answered.
"I will count to twenty!" Janet covered her eyes. "One, two, three….!"
The twins jolted off in opposite directions. George jumped into a bush. Hope hid behind a tree.
"Twenty! Ready or not! Here I come!" Janet began stalking like a bear across the grass. "Now…where could my little ones be?"
She heard heavy breathing from behind a tree. She encircled around the trunk but saw no one.
"Boo!"
"Ahh!" Janet screamed. She twisted and saw Hope giggling.
"You should have seen the look of your face mummy,"
Janet joined in with the laughing. "You do realise that the game is Hide-and-Seek. Not and Hide-and-scare-the-seeker," she lifted Hope in her arms. "Let's find your brother! Don't tell me where he is though,"
George peered through the leaves and saw his mum with his sister walking by. He giggled at how his sister got caught first. They stopped. He covered his mouth and retreated further into his hiding lair. They turned and kept walking on.
"Phew," he sighed with relief. He waited for a moment and still he was no found. "They're never goanna find me in here," he cheered quietly. "I'm the king of Hide-and-Seek,"
"Boo!" George screamed and ran out crying. He hid behind a tree. The next sound he was laughing. He groaned and saw Hope coming out of the bush, laughing. Their mum was laughing too.
"You scream like a girl,"
"I do not!"
"Yes, you did,"
"Oh, says the girl who hid in a poor hiding place,"
"Don't you start you two," Janet's soft but stern voice interjected.
"Sandwiches!" Hank called.
"Hooray!" Hope and George were hungry, famished for food.
The family of four munched on their food. George and Hope watched with admiration as ants were dumping two or three sugar lumps in their parents' cubs as well as opened their snack boxes. Their father was looking at them in a deep state of focus, as if he was awestruck by the actions of his tiny pets.
"How do you do that daddy?" George asked. "How do you get the ants to do that?"
"That my son…is thanks to this," Hank pulled out a sort of ear-com from his outer-ear. "I send signals through this. The Ant Training Device. The ants receive the message and they do it,"
"Can I try?" Hope asked.
"I'm afraid you'll need to wait until you're a little older," Hank gently refused.
"Come on darling. Give her a chance,"
"Okay," Hank handed it over to their youngest child and Janet helped her adjust to her hear. "You just think about what you want the ants to do,"
Hope tired. She scrunched her eyes tightly.
"You look like you're pooping," George giggled.
"George," Hank warned softly. "Don't make your sister lose concentration,"
Hope gasped out, exhausted. "I can't do it,"
"Yes. You can. You just need to a feeling or a memory to help you. Think of your brother George for example. Use your love for him to focus,"
Hope tried again. To help her, George shuffled a little closer to her. A second later, the ants started dropping more cubs of sugar into some teacups.
"Woah. You're amazing sis," George complimented. "Do the ants help you on your business trips mum and dad?"
"They do dear. They're very helpful in lots of situations,"
"You don't have them do everything for you do you?"
"Of course not son," Hank soothed. "We'd never enslave these creatures. You know, although ironic it is that people think they're useless, they're actually capable of doing so many things as they work together as a team,"
"I'd love to have an ant-farm in our shared room,"
"Lovely. What will you name the ants?"
"I think I'll name one of them Archie,"
"Archie? Wow. Great name,"
"Are you thinking of adding other types of ants to your farm Georgie?" Janet asked.
"Wait. There are other types of ants,"
"Of course, son. Aside from these black ones, the Bullet Ants, we've got the Crazy Ants, the Carpenter Ants, the Fire Ants…every species has different talents which play important roles in our trips,"
"George…I would keep bullet ants in your ant-farm for now," Janet advised. "The others can get a little…bit crazy,"
"Okay mum,"
"I've got another name you could give one," Hope said. "Annie,"
"I love that. Give me a high-five sis!" George held up his hand and Hope smacked it with her palm. The parents laughed.
On the night of that very same day, George and Hope were carefully placing Bullet Ants in an Ant Farm that their parents had brought them after their lovely picnic in the park.
"Here you are little ants. A nice new home," George said as he pushed the cork in place.
"Look little bro. Annie and Archie like each other," Hope pointed at two of the ants touching one another.
George sighed. "I'm not your little brother Hope. I'm only younger,"
"Still counts as little," Hope smirked.
Mummy's indistinctive voice rung in their ears. They waddled over to the door and saw their mum and dad dressed up and talking to their frequent baby-sitter Rose.
"Mummy," Hope's voice rose.
Janet turned and saw them. She sighed. "Jellybean, Jellybaby…" she kneeled down to touch their faces. "Daddy and I have last minute business trip, so Rose is goanna stay with you for a few days,"
"No. Please don't go," George begged. "You guys only just came back,"
"Ugh. It's goanna be so boring. That I won't able to keep my eyes…" Janet's head rocked to the side. She snored.
The twins giggled.
"Goodbye sweethearts," Hank kneeled down and kissed their cheeks. "We'll see you two soon. I promise. Janet, we gotta go,"
Janet woke up with a snore, making her twins giggle again.
Rose held onto their shoulders and they watched as Hank and Janet departed down the stairs. The twins held onto each other's hands as they faded from their view. Rose escorted them to bed before turning out the light.
"Do you think they'll come sis?" George asked.
"Of course, they will," as the eldest of the two, Hope remained more hopeful compared to her brother and less afraid. "They always do,"
I do not own Ant Man. Only my Ocs. Hope you all like it so far. Further on in the story, it will contain elements from Captain America. Please send reviews and ideas and let me know what you think. Hope you're all enjoying the summer. Right now the heat is killing everyone!