( so scott does wait. and wait. and does his best not to pass out or anything because holy shit, he's tired. he's a long way from home and the job had been strenuous and he'd gotten his ass kicked pretty good, so you know.
sometimes he wishes he had a superhero gimmick, too.
but anyway, riley comes. and scott goes, ) Hey man! ( and lifts both hands up in waving motions like it doesn't take effort to lift his head off the concrete. honestly, though, he's pretty glad. riley's a good guy. he's especially awesome for dealing with this ant-man shit like a pro, but that's just scott being good at picking friends, probably. )
[ riley drops his phone into his pocket before ascending the fire escape to the roof. he's mildly impressed that scott managed to find his place despite his obvious...'state'. of course, he's not about to let scott know that, especially when he sees the condition he's in when he reaches the roof.
at least scott's mood is good..ish. that's something, right?
shaking his head, riley strolls over to where scott's laying and sits next to him. ]
So, did you actually get hit by a truck? Or do you just look like it?
( scott laughs--really, truly, honest-to-goodness laughs, and he'd keep laughing if it weren't for the wince that follows at the pain that brings. he doesn't enjoy feeling beaten up as much as the next guy, even if he knows how to smile around it. )
It's all in the looks, man. ( he doesn't necessarily want to move, and it's obvious in the way that the only movement he can actually muster up is a turn of his head as he looks up at riley's face. ) You know that thing I told you--that I was working for the guy who owns Pym Tech?
Yeah. ( sighing, scott's head turns so he's facing directly up towards the sky again, his eyes slipping closed. ) It was a hard one today.
[ riley will want to move him eventually - get him settled and his injuries looked at - but for now he doesn't push for it. instead, he settles into his spot and sighs. he's relieved that there doesn't seem to be any heavy bleeding, so imminent death isn't a thing just now. ]
Why do I have a feeling this isn't just some cushy R & D job?
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Give me a second. I'll be right up.
ILY THO RILEY
sometimes he wishes he had a superhero gimmick, too.
but anyway, riley comes. and scott goes, ) Hey man! ( and lifts both hands up in waving motions like it doesn't take effort to lift his head off the concrete. honestly, though, he's pretty glad. riley's a good guy. he's especially awesome for dealing with this ant-man shit like a pro, but that's just scott being good at picking friends, probably. )
YOU BETTER
at least scott's mood is good..ish. that's something, right?
shaking his head, riley strolls over to where scott's laying and sits next to him. ]
So, did you actually get hit by a truck? Or do you just look like it?
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It's all in the looks, man. ( he doesn't necessarily want to move, and it's obvious in the way that the only movement he can actually muster up is a turn of his head as he looks up at riley's face. ) You know that thing I told you--that I was working for the guy who owns Pym Tech?
Yeah. ( sighing, scott's head turns so he's facing directly up towards the sky again, his eyes slipping closed. ) It was a hard one today.
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Why do I have a feeling this isn't just some cushy R & D job?
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( turning (and wincing), scott looks up at riley with a sheepish expression. )
Remember how in college when you asked me why I kept stealing things back for people, and I said it was 'cause I wanted to help?
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[ says the guy who helped steal the declaration of independence/kidnap the president...
he conveniently doesn't mention that part and just nods. ]
How are you risking yourself to help now?