"You can do it Hope!"

Her mother gave her an encouraging smile. 5-year-old Hope Pym stood bended towards the dining table, with full concentration, her gaze locked on to the ants crawling on the table. Her father had finally gave her the green light to use the ear piece, and she was determined to not let him down. She was trying to command the four ants to lift up a coin, but to no avail. Multiple attempts only saw an ant trying to carry the coin, while the others just strayed around.

She frowned. Dark green eyes burned with frustration.

"You need to clear your head, jellybean. Focus and think of what you want the ants to do.", her mom said, rubbing her small back, smiling. She knew that her daughter was not one to give up easily. Hope had a fierce determination coarsing through her, even at a tender age.

"Mommy, I can't.", she pouted, arms crossed.

"Yes you can.", said her father, who emerged from the living room. "Try again.", he smiled, putting his hand around her shoulder. His daughter always showed preserverance plus she was intelligent and curious. He was glad that they could now bond over 'ants'.

Hope clenched her teeth, and focused intently. She had always begged her father to let her talk to the ants ever since she saw him doing it and she wasn't going to give up, not now. This was it.

And sure enough, one by one, the ants lifted the coin off the table, and dropped it into a coin jar.

"I did it mommy! Did you see that daddy?", Hope grinned widely, eyes twinkling with joy.

"Yes you did it jellybean!", Janet beamed at her proudly. Hank smiled, as he tried to ignore the tiny fear that was creeping deep down, a fear that he would come to understand in the future.

A little girl laid curled up on her bed, tears silently streaming down her face, while she listened to the pitter patter of the light rain outside her window. The dark, cloudy sky was as gloomy as her current emotional state.

Today was her mother's funeral.

She missed her and she ached for her, badly.

Hope could hear the faint voices of people downstairs, talking and whispering. Relatives, friends, and co-workers who had attended the funeral. She was tired of them telling her they were sorry for her loss and so she escaped to her room, for solitude. They could never understand the pain she was going through, and whatever they said to her did nothing to make her feel better.

Even at 7-years-old, Hope was wise for her age. Ever since her father solemnly told her that her mother was gone, she just couldn't comprehend, and her father gave no answers to her pressing questions about her mother.

Hope knew that there was no body in the casket. Did she disappear? Did she leave? Why would she leave her? She was supposed to come back. She promised. A million questions rose from her mind. Every day, she imagined that her mother would magically appear at their doorstep, telling her it was all alright, that she's back home. But, it never happened.

She was drowned in her thoughts when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

"Hope..."

A woman's voice.

"It's aunt Peggy. I'm coming in.", said Peggy Carter as she turned the door knob. Peggy noticed Hope's absence from the crowd of people downstairs and came to check on her. Hope didn't budge from her bed. She had stopped crying but her cheeks were smudged with dried tears. She adored her aunt Peggy but she just couldn't muster up her energy to look at her.

"Oh sweetheart...", Peggy sighed. She sat on Hope's bed and pulled her into her arms, caressing her hair. She treated Hope like her daughter. Peggy Carter and Janet Van Dyne were close, as close as sisters, and her untimely death devastated her. She knew the truth of her death of course, and felt as guilty as Hank did.

"I miss her, aunt Peggy...", tears welling up in her eyes again. The warmth of Peggy's hug comforted her, but she longed for her mother's touch.

"I know. I miss her too Hope.", Peggy swallowed a lump in her throat and fought back tears.

"Is she really dead?", Hope looked up at Peggy, expression full of grief, as tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

"I'm afraid so...", Peggy bit her lip. It broke her heart when she said that, but even more so because she couldn't tell Hope the exact truth as Hank forbade her to do so. Hope buried her head into her aunt Peggy's arms and sobbed.

"I know it's hard losing someone you love, sweetheart. Believe me, I really do. The pain will always be there, but as time passes, it will heal, but you will never forget them. I know Janet will want you to be happy...", Peggy lightly kissed her head. Hope understood that aunt Peggy was talking about uncle Steve Rogers. She always told her stories about him.

Deep down, Hope knew she could never be happy again, not without her mother.

"You can do it Hope...", Peggy hugged her closer.

She had received a call from Pym Technologies a day after her interview and here she was, seated in a conference room, the company owned by her father, Hank Pym.

Though she looked calm and collected, deep down, she was nervous. She didn't notify her father about this and she was wondering how it would play out if she met him. She smoothed her suit and took a deep breath.

As the years passed by, Hope van Dyne had grown into a beautiful young woman, much like her mother, as her aunt Peggy used to say. Her dark green eyes were sharp and bright. Light brown freckles scattered on her nose extending to her cheeks. Her hair was short, framing her well-defined jawline. She wore a sleek business suit that hugged her fit frame. Her exterior screamed no-nonsense, a reputation she had gained for herself over the years.

The door opened.

Unexpectedly, Hank Pym walked in, and an unfamiliar man followed closely behind him.

"Hi Hope.", Hank smiled stiffly. He tried to reach out for a hug, but stopped in his tracks as he heard her calling his name, and patted her shoulder instead.

"Hank.", her eyes were cold, expression unreadable, as she kept her hands to the side. She last saw her father a few months ago, at her graduation. He had offered her a position but she flatly declined. She didn't want to rely on her father, nor did she need to.

She was over-qualified for the position, but she had no qualms about working from the bottom and getting all the way to the top. Years of boarding school and studying abroad at Harvard had only reinforced her self-discipline and motivation.

Hank winced, it pained him that she was calling him by his first name. He was surprised that she had sent in her resume, but was even more astounded as she had changed her surname to van Dyne. It hurt him that she didn't want to associate with him.

"I didn't expect you would want to work here Hope."

They had been estranged since her mother died. He sent her to boarding school, kept his distance and buried himself in work, and left her growing up with an almost absent father, who she was constantly trying to impress to garner his attention but it never worked. Eventually, she gave up and instead did certain things to spite him.

"Well, I changed my mind.", she smiled politely.

"I'm glad you did."

After all, the company would be hers, after his retirement.

What had changed her mind? He questioned.

She had visited her aunt Peggy a week before and she had convinced her that she should join her father's company. Maybe, just maybe they had a chance of reconciling. And he would finally tell her the truth behind her mother's death.

"Are you sure you want to take this position? I do have a better one for you..."

"I'm fine. Besides, I'm sure I would earn a promotion soon.", her eyes shone with confidence, a curl rising from her lips.

Hank smiled. His daughter was always so self-assured and poised.

"I'm sure you can do it Hope.", he thought to himself.

"You look amazing!", Scott flashed his signature smile and stared at Hope in awe, who had donned her Wasp suit for the first time. He had been anticipating this moment with bated breath and now she was standing right in front of him, looking splendidly bad-ass.

Damn, he loves her.

Scott and Hope had been seeing each other for a few months now, not just as partners, but lovers, ever since Hank caught them sharing a kiss outside his bedroom door. They had been working together, training together and other stuff -ing together and he loved every moment of it. He secretly hoped she felt the same way too.

"Thanks Scott.", Hope smiled shyly, dark green eyes shining with excitement. She had been waiting for this for her whole life and she felt incredible. Was this what her mother had felt like when she wore the suit?

Hope and her father had completed the suit a week ago. And finally after some finishing touches, she and her partner were going for a flight test.

Scott moved closer to her, held her hands in his, and gave her a light peck on the lips. They locked eyes for a moment and smiled lovingly at each other.

"Guys...", coughed Hank. "I'm still here.", he rolled his eyes, with a look of distaste. He reluctantly had come to accept that Scott was going to be a part of his family. Hank was glad because Hope was happy around him, though he would never admit it to Scott.

"How could we forget, Hank.", Scott grinned. They broke contact, but her hand didn't leave his.

"You look out for her Scott. I swear I will kill you if she gets hurt.", Hank gave him a warning look, eyebrows knitted into a frown.

"Whoa whoa, calm down, nobody's going to get hurt! I'm...", he gestured frantically, but he was cut off by Hope. He didn't need reminding, of course he would protect her at all cost.

"Dad, I'm a grown woman and a skilled fighter, much skilled than him, I can protect myself.", Hope interjected, one brow raised as she shot a smirk at Scott.

"Well, I wouldn't argue about that.", Scott's eyes wandered about. Every single time they sparred, he would end up on the floor, or, well, between her legs, not that he was complaining.

"Remember, you work together as partners. You have to complement each other, have each other's back.", Hank carried on.

"We sure do.", Scott winked at Hope, as he smiled goofily and gently nudged her elbow, to which Hope smiled in respond. She loved that smile of his.

"You ready?", he smirked, and sealed his helmet.

"Am as ready as you are!", she closed her helmet and shrunk.

Soon enough, they were flying and zipping through the grass, laced with dew-drops that glinted under the sky, as the sun shone brightly. Scott could hear Hope's laughter through his ear piece, and he could imagine her face. He could picture how her face lighted up into laughter and how her eyes turned crescent-shaped as they sparkled with joy. He had her different facial expressions fully memorized.

"How is it?", he asked.

"Everything's so big.", she giggled. Her dream had finally came true and she was as giddy as a child. It was a wonder when her surroundings were a million times larger, it was like looking through a huge magnifying glass. She could hear the faint mechanical whirring of her wings as she flew. Her suit was light and it didn't hold her weight down. It was a perfect fit. Adrenaline pumped through her blood making her feel exhilarated. She would need to try out those blasters soon.

"That's how I felt the first time.", Scott recalled, remembering that time when he was flushed down the bath tub, much to his horror.

"I remembered you saying you were terrified when you fell into the drainage -", she laughed halfway, her sentence unfinished, as a gust of wind threw her off balance and she tumbled to the ground.

"Ow!", she landed on her back.

"Hope! Are you alright?!", Scott's concerned voice sounded through her ear piece, as he came buzzing to her side, riding Ant-toine. He came to a halt and swiftly hopped off the ant.

"I'm fine.", she stood up and grew back to size. Flying was something she needed to get used to.

"You sure?", he pressed the button, popped off his helmet, walked towards her, and put one hand around her waist while he hurriedly inspected for injuries.

"Yes I'm sure.", she removed her helmet, and her eyes met his soft gaze with furrowed brows. His features relaxed as he saw her face. They were in such close proximity that she could feel his breath on her.

"Seems like someone needs practice.", his eyes glinted mischievously as he reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She looked radiantly beautiful, even after their exercise.

"Not as much as you needed.", she squinted and gave him a judgy look, reminding him.

"Touché."

He loved their banter.

He let go of her, resisting the urge to kiss her.

"Wanna take five?", he asked.

She nodded. And so they sat under the tree, taking in the light breeze of the wind and the bright blue sky, scattered with fluffy clouds.

"Thanks for being here Scott.", she turned to him and smiled, her dimples apparent.

After defeating Yellow Jacket, she assumed that he wouldn't be sticking around, as his daughter was put at risk and he had nearly lost his life disappearing into the Quantum Realm. She was slightly taken aback when he first kissed her but she stopped being rational and went with her heart instead. Their relationship was progressing rather well. He was an idiot, but he was kind, funny, loving and a good father. It frustrated her that he had a way in making her laugh, a lot, and she could share her deepest, dark secrets with him. Scott wasn't even breaking her protective wall bit by bit, he was just tunneling straight through it. Yes, he had an effect on her, and she couldn't deny it.

"It's my pleasure. And besides that's what partners are for.", he grinned bashfully. He was happy that his life was turning around for the better, even though he was reluctantly roped into becoming Ant-Man in the first place. But, ultimately, he was glad to be a better father/role model for Cassie. And the plus point? He got to be with Hope.

"Do you think I'm cut for this?", she only ever showed her insecurities to Scott.

"You were born to be a superhero Hope.", he replied with such conviction. Her abilities were proof enough that she was meant for this.

"Your parents were superheroes. Heck, let's face it, you're going to be more of a superhero than me. Don't ever doubt yourself. I know you can do it Hope", he said earnestly, eyes twinkling. Her confidence was one of the things that he loved about her. He reached out and held her hand, thumb gently rubbing her knuckles. She liked it when he did that, it soothed her.

"Thanks. I'm glad we're in this together.", she lightly squeezed his hand.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

"Wanna get back?"

"Sure, I'll race you!", she laughed and shrunk, and took off.

"Hey not fair!", he followed suit and hopped onto Ant-toine, chasing behind her.

this concludes the collection (FOR NOW) as this is all of good scotthope fan fics i could find (if you know of any more please send them to me) but this book isn't completed because i'm gonna try and write a few but i'm a really slow writer sooooo bye for now :D