The evening Sam, Steve and Bucky board the plane, Pacific time.
"And who exactly is this 'friend' of yours you so desperately want me to assist, Scott?" Hank Pym asked as he sipped his merlot. The Craftsman style dining room was warm and welcoming as they dined together. Scott was a frequent visitor to the Pym household once he and Hope had begun to date.
Scott looked uncertainly to Hope, who gave him a small reassuring smile. "Well… he's kind of a big deal."
"A big deal, hmm?" Pym put his glass down and knit his knuckles together, his storm cloud grey eyes meeting Lang's firmly.
"Well, yeah. Even though I beat him in a fist fight, being the Ant Man and all." Scott preened. Hope kicked him under the table making him sit up straighter. "So, yeah. His name is Sam Wilson. He's retired Air Force." Scott gulped some wine.
"And that's it?" Hank questioned, his tone growing a bit impatient.
"And he's an Avenger." Scott thought he dropped the mic on the table. Hope watched her father's expression.
"Tony Stark's Avengers?" Pym's face grew tempestuous, his white eyebrows knitting together dangerously like wooly caterpillars.
"Technically, they are not his." Hope inserted gracefully. Scott smiled at her and patted her hand on the table, "But I think he claims all their expenses on his taxes."
"I am NOT helping any one with ties to Stark. Period. Howard was a blustering, womanizing fool of a man. He stole many of my own ideas back when we were in school together. His son is no better! I will not… I cannot… help anyone with ties to him." Hank declared picking up his wine glass nonverbally declaring the topic finished.
Scott and Hope exchanged looks. "What if I told you he had the Winter Soldier with him? And Steve Rogers?"
Hank nearly dropped the glass.
"Captain America?!" Hank gasped.
"The one and the same." Scott bragged slightly again. Hope jabbed her heel into the top of his foot. "Ow!"
"Stop acting like someone from L.A." she warned him. He gave her a sheepish smile and shrug.
Hank cleared his throat carefully regaining his composure, "Well. That certainly changes everything."
"So you're in?" Scott asked hastily before Hank could change his mind.
"When will they be here?" Pym inquired, a sparkle of intrigue in his eye.
"Any day now." Scott smiled broadly as if he had just brokered the biggest deal of the century.