PSA very, very mild Ant-Man spoilers. It's not the kind of film that has massive world-changing plot twists, though, so if you haven't seen it you don't really need to worry.

"Kresk!"

"Whaddup?" she asked, standing up and brushing bona fide Avenger HQ soil from her knees. "Oh, hey, Scott, Miss Van Dyne, Super-Cassie. What're you doing here?"

"I'll wait inside," Hope told Scott, and walked back over to the path where Hill was waiting along with a couple of guards.

"I have a meeting," said Scott, "which I don't really want to be here for, but y'know. Superheroism comes with its drawbacks. Can I ask a favor?"

"Is it to look after your kid while you're in aforementioned meeting?" she asked, and he pointed at her with both hands.

"Jackpot!"

"I will if you pay me," she said, folding her arms. She had practically finished her work on the garden for today, anyway.

"What if I just say please?"

"What if I get Sam down here for a round two? Think you can take him without the shrink suit?" she asked, and he pouted.

"Fine," he huffed, handing over a twenty-dollar bill. She raised an eyebrow at him and he reluctantly doubled it.

"Happy to be of assistance," she smiled, tucking the money into her back pocket. "Hey, Cassie."

"Hello!"

"Why'd you bring her, anyway? This isn't a play park, y'know," she told him.

"Her mom's on holiday and the step-dad's working overtime," he explained.

"Daddy calls him step-bad behind his back. And step-sad. And step-mad-"

"You can stop talking now, peanut."

"Very mature," she smirked, "go audition for the freak show, then."

"I don't even wanna be an Avenger," he complained, "not, like, properly. I'm a free spirit, y'know?"

"Uh-huh. Shoo!" she said firmly, and he ran back to where Hope was waiting for him. Eva, meanwhile, looked down at Cassie, who smiled gummily back up at her. "So… I need to make a call," she said, and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "See that tree over there? Betcha half a dollar you can't climb it."

"I so can!" Cassie yelled and ran towards it, tutu scrunching up as she tried to shimmy up the trunk.

Eva speed-dialled. "You're not on a mission now, right?" she asked, once the other end had picked up.

"It's only the colonel and myself who aren't, and the former is in Washington. What's the matter?"

"Meet me in the rec room in ten," she said, nibbling at her thumbnail, "because I do not trust myself on my own."

"Eva," said Vision slowly, "what have you done?"

"… It was forty bucks!"

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Half an hour later, Eva had loaded the first non-violent (ish) console game she could find and was sat on the sofa, her and V on either side of Cassie. She had had to take the former aside, to remind him not to constantly win like he usually did, and he assured her he wasn't going to.

"Did you just blue shell me? DID YOU JUST BLUE SHELL ME?!" she roared at him, and Cassie giggled. "You're such a jerk!"

"I can't help it if your coordination is terrible," he replied without taking his eyes from the screen.

"I was in first for the first time in the goddamn race!" she yelled, throwing down her controller in disgust as she finished dead last. "Cassie, hit him please."

"Ouch!" Vision rubbed his arm where the little girl had punched him, caught Eva's eye and winked.

"I knew we should've played Halo," she muttered, and glared out of the wall of glass windows. The same overgrown grass and surveillance turrets, broken only by a single, short figure making a run for it across the lawn- hang on.

"You see that too?" she asked Vision, pointing at the figure.

"It appears Mr Lang has tired of the meeting," he replied, "we should probably retrieve him before the guards do. He could get into trouble."

"Again," she added. "Cassie, will you be okay on your own for a couple minutes? I'll let you choose the next race."

"Yay!"

Eva ruffled her hair, then out of the complex with Vision on her heels (who was most likely slowing himself down to keep back with her). Ahead of them, Lang vaulted a six-foot wall with ease and carried on running.

"Would you like a lift over that?" Vision asked her, nodding at the wall which formed an inner perimeter for the HQ.

"I can do it." She started to sprint, the wall growing much too large as she approached it, but it was too late to stop now- she jumped and her stomach caught the edge, winding her and folding her body over the middle. Before she could regain control she felt herself slipping forwards, then spun as she fell and landed on her back with a THUD on the other side of the wall.

Eight feet away, Scott was laughing hysterically and Vision, landing silently beside her with his stupid bloody flying powers, was struggling to keep a straight face.

"Ow," she moaned, and took the hand he offered her.

"Can I ask why you're escaping, Mr Lang?" said Vision as he hauled Eva to her feet.

"I… got bored," he admitted, "Hope was doing all the talking, but she said I wasn't allowed to leave before her, so I asked for a bathroom break and…"

"Left your daughter behind?"

"I did go to get her, but she looked happy with you," he pointed out, with a guilty expression. "Yeah, it was a dick move, I know. But I kept getting filthy looks off of the guards, and they had really big guns. Sorry."

"You're such a prat," Eva managed to say, as her entire being pounded with pain.

"It has been said before," Scott replied, "are you alright?"

"Not really!"

"We can either let him get into a great deal of trouble for being a security threat," Vision whispered in her ear, "which I know you would enjoy-"

"Damn straight."

"Or we can keep an eye on him until the meeting finishes."

"Why do you have to be such a good person?" she grumbled, fine. Oi, Bug Boy. You know how to play Mario Kart?"

"Ha! Do I?" He faltered at the glare Eva was giving him. "I mean… yes, ma'am."

A/N dumb fluffy stuff because the next chapter's a bit sad. Only a bit, though.