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All was quiet as Scott Lang fumbled around with the coffee maker. Steve was still working on his computing working away. Did the guy ever take a break? Sure he’s in charge of the League when Luthor isn’t walking around with that glistening head of his, but that didn’t stop him from having any fun once in a while. Hell, even Luthor’s up for a laugh sometimes. 

His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the son of Odin himself. Thor strode through the room proudly, heading straight to the kitchenette where Scott was perched. Instead of heading towards the coffee machine however, Scott watched him go straight for the booze. All he could do was stare in amazement as the guy poured himself a flask of the stuff. 

Scott followed suit with the god’s solute, pulling his mug from the machine and raising it in the air. 

“[color=ed1c24]And to getting through this damned training with little to no injury![/color]” Scott finished the toast proudly, followed quickly with a short laugh at his own hilarity. 

Before Scott had even put his mug to his lips, Thor had already tilted his head back and gulped down the contents of his flagon. Scott blinked in bemusement, his thoughts flashing back to the first time the two of them had gone out drinking together after the formation of the team. All that could be said, was that the Norse Gods could really hold their drink! 

Finally taking a sip of his drink, Scott recoiled slightly. Someone had evidently neglected to wash the last pot. Sighing, he took another gulp, merely for the boost of energy that was soon to come with it, before leaving it on the counter. As he moved away, he glanced back at where he had left it, giving a smile to the swarm of scarlet colour insects that had appeared, skittering about around the countertop. Moving his eyes slightly towards the sink, the ants moved at once; collectively lifting up the mug and shuffling it towards where it was to be cleaned. 

“[color=ed1c24]Good job, guys.[/color]” Scott exclaimed, pointing proudly to his workers. It’s always good to give your workforce positive feedback.

While this was taking place, Steve had taken his leave, reminding them to get something to eat now before training was to begin. Scott approached the fridge, peering in over Thor's shoulder. His eyes instantly spotted a pack of sausages, just waiting to be cooked.

"[color=ed1c24]You want to get a nice sausage fest going Thor?[/color]" He asked, before realizing his mistake. 

Just as he was about to correct himself, Steve returned. 

Scott stared in confusion. What on earth was the guy talking about? His question was answered however when a radio message from the building’s security team reached his ear, highlighting the situation. Someone impersonating Captain America had been in the building. That someone had just been 10 feet away from him.

His jaw dropped as he gawped between the computing where he had sad, and what he could only assume was the real Captain America. 

“[color=ed1c24]I’m going to be honest, was so boring and stoic, that I couldn’t even tell the difference.[/color]”