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Monsters vs Aliens - Scott Lang X Daughter Reader

Title: Monsters vs Aliens

Scott Lang X Daughter Reader

Additional Characters: Natasha (Mentioned), Steve (Mentioned), Tony, Cassie, other students (Mentioned), Reader's mother (Mentioned), Principal (Mentioned), and Reader's friends

Requested by @chocotacobread!

WC: 1,749

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, Reader's mother's death mentioned, kind of depressing, movie reference, tests mentioned, threats, weapons mentioned, slight angst, and parental fluff

You slipped down the banister, hopping to the ground with ease. You smiled as your feet touched solid ground. You had been sliding down the stairs for a while -- since you were little. You weren't really allowed to do it, but your dad never stopped you. Your dad was Scott Lang, freaking Ant-Man. Yeah, your dad was pretty cool. Really, he was eighty percent cringy and twenty percent cool, but that didn't matter at the moment. You had school, and you needed to eat breakfast.

Slipping into the kitchen, your dad glanced up from the stove, "Hey, cookie! Good morning!" Your dad greeted you, flipping an oddly-shaped pancake. He called you cookie since when you were little, you used to steal cookies, honestly, you still did.

"Good morning, dad." You sat down beside Cassie, "And good morning, squirt." You nudge her gently, making her smile as she nudges you back.

"Hey, no nudging." Your dad spoke up, pointing his spatula at you with a small glare, before a smile spread on his face, "Not without me." He then brought a plate of pancakes over, setting it in the middle of the table before sitting down. "You two get some food in you, don't want to be late for school." He took a bite out of his pancake, humming contently. You picked up a fork and began eating the pancakes. They were perfect. It tasted like home. You felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering all those mornings you spent here. "Don't you have a test today, cookie?" Your dad asked you and your eyes widened.

"Merlin’s beard! I forgot! I forgot to study!" You raised your hands into your hair, tugging at your roots. Cassie laughed quietly behind you. You ignored her and turned to your dad, a pleading look on your face. "What am I going to do?"

"What's the subject?" he asked and you sighed, pushing your pancakes away. “Maybe I can help.”

"Geography." You answered, earning a hiss from your dad as he cringed.

"I'm sorry, cookie, I'm not good at that one. If it was scientific… Or about computers… Or how to pick a lock…" He trailed off, but you shook your head.

"It's fine, dad," You muttered, hearing the bus, "I got to go anyway. See you after school." You finished, ruffling Cassie's hair and kissing your dad's cheek before heading out the door with your backpack.

“Is she going to be okay, dad?” Cassie asked and Scott sighed, giving his youngest daughter a small smile.

“I hope so. But eat your food, peanut, before the pancake monster does… He’s hungrier in the mornings.”

~~~

You quickly shut your locker, walking beside your friends to your shared class, with a frown on your face.

"You'll be fine." One of your friends spoke up, "You're like... Super smart."

"Yeah," Your other friend said, "So smart."

You sighed, "I'm gonna fail. I totally forgot about the entire test, and I am terrible at Geography, just like my dad. I don't even remember what we were even talking about last class." You began to freak out, clutching your book closer to your chest.

"You won't fail!" Your friend assured you, only for you to shake your head rapidly.

"No! I will! I'm gonna fail! I won't be able to graduate. I need this credit!"

"Uh, Y/N?" Your first friend tried to get your attention but you ignored them, shutting your eyes tight as you continued your rant.

"I'm already failing this class! I can't take another failed test!"

"Y/N!?" Your second friend yelled out just as you felt something hit your head.

Opening your eyes, you brought your hand to your head, rubbing it slightly, before you looked around. Taking a stand back, your eyes widened, looking down at your two frightened friends below. Somehow, you had grown, grown tall enough to hit the school's ceiling.

"What's happening to me!?" You cried, dropping your books to the ground below, noticing you were still growing. Looking up, you watched the ceiling begin to crumble, dust landing on your head and parts of your face as you continued to grow. You felt like you were Alice from Alice In Wonderland, growing and growing as you broke through the ceiling, past the ceiling crawl spaces, and past the roof. You let out a cough as you pushed through the top of the roof, blinking rapidly as the sun shone down on you. You thought you would have stopped growing, but no, you kept growing; becoming as tall as a residential electric pole.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, and you were sure that you were having a panic attack, and you were. You tried to figure out what was happening, as students and teachers ran out of the school to stare at you in awe and shock. You towered over them, stuck in the school, unable to pull yourself from the roof your lower body was stuck in. You could see the ground, far below, and you could feel fear rising inside of you. What the hell was happening!? You wanted to cry, to scream, but your brain wouldn't let you.

"Please, someone! Help me!" You begged, only to watch as some people ran away from you.

Turning to a sound, you watched as in the distance, something or someone was flying over. And from down below, a truck, army-like, pulled into the school lot. And beside you suddenly, Iron Man landed on the roof, aiming his blaster at you.

"Stand down, we, people of the earth, come in peace."

You stared down at him with wide eyes, "I'm not a freaking alien, Iron Man." You exclaimed as he shook his head, opening the face mask to reveal his face; his shades on.

"That's Mr. Iron Man to you, alien."

You ignored him as you watched Black Widow, Captain America, and your dad, immediately upon seeing him you felt tears of relief well up in your eyes.

"Dad!" You called down to him, and Scott looked up at you, his eyes widened as he quickly started waving at his Avengers friends.

"No! Wait, she's my daughter!" He spoke up, as Tony furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his arm.

"She's your daughter?"

"Yes! Yes, she is! I mean, uh, she looks exactly like this but she's kinda shorter and-"

"Okay, I get it," Tony interrupted him, as your dad himself grew in size. "Oh, great." Tony sighed, "We got two of them now. Alright, people! Back away from the two oversized people! Yeah! Back up, thank you! Please do not take flash photography, unless you want a picture of me."

About the same size as you, your dad took your hand. "I knew this was going to happen..." He sighed and you looked around frantically before looking back at your dad.

"What do you mean 'this was going to happen?' What are you saying?" You asked, watching as your dad bit his lip.

"Uh, have you been feeling anxious at all?" He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, dad, my test." You answered and he nodded slowly, "Please, dad, what is happening to me?" You begged.

"Your mother... She used to do the same. But... She never got this tall."

You froze, eyes widening, "My mom... She did this too? Why- What? Huh?" You licked your lips, "You never talk about my mother."

Your dad shook his head, "I didn't want to upset you, cookie. She was what they call a mutant. She would get upset sometimes and in those times, she'd grow a couple of inches, a foot at most. But, never this tall. Wow." You blinked, watching as your dad's eyes seemed to sparkle. "She was beautiful, you know. Like an angel. I loved her very much." His eyes seemed to water slightly, and you stood there, staring at him with a frown. "When she died, I lost my mind. I didn't know what to do." Your mouth opened slightly. "But, I found a reason to keep going." He smiled up at you and you returned the grin, nodding slowly.

"What do I have to do?" You asked and your father gave a slight laugh, "Tell me, please."

He nodded, "She just took deep breaths."

"That's all I have to do?" You asked skeptically, and your dad nodded.

"Yeah, do them with me?" He asked and you hesitantly nodded.

Shutting your eyes, you took a couple of deep breaths, after a moment you hardly noticed how you began to shrink, your hands leaving your dad's as you shrink back to your original height. Opening your eyes, you let out a sigh of relief, gasping as you felt your eyes well up in tears again as you turned and watched your dad run into the school, pulling you into his arms.

"Dad..." You breathed softly, hugging him tightly, letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks, as he shushed you.

"Hey, hey," He said calmly, running a soothing hand over your hair. "I love you so much. Please don't worry." He whispered and you hugged him tighter.

"I love you too, dad." You mumbled back, your voice muffled by his suit. He pulled away slightly, smiling sadly at you and wiping the tears from your cheeks, taking in your features.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," You answered softly, giving him a weak smile, "Thank you for helping me, and telling me a bit more about mom."

He nodded, "Anytime, kiddo." With a soft smile, he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You want to go home? I think you can skip a day... I think the school will understand." He joked as you laughed lightly.

You nodded and let go of him, letting him put his hands on your shoulders, "Yeah."

As you walked out Tony was talking to a very disgruntled principal, "Don't worry, ladies and gents, I'll pay for the damages! Anyone want an autograph? Hey, Capsicle? You got a pen?”

"Dad?" You asked, arm wrapped around his waist as he led you to the truck.

"Yeah, cookie?" He answered, making you smile.

"Tell me more about mom." Your dad hummed, smiling to himself before he pulled you closer to him.

"Well, she always thought I sounded a lot like Derek from Monsters vs Aliens, funnily enough."

"Wait, the Dreamworks movie?" You laughed out, surprised as your dad nodded.

"Yeah, that one. I honestly don't hear the resemblance."

You shook your head, "Yeah, me neither."

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