Scott Lang
After you were sure that everyone was asleep (the night owls included), you put on a light jacket and slipped out of your bedroom. As quietly as a mouse, you crept down the hall until you got to Scott's door. You knocked as softly as possible so that you wouldn't chance waking Sam or Clint in the neighboring rooms.
Alas, no response.
In vain, you tried the doorknob and found it locked. You knocked a little bit louder and whisper-hissed his name through the wood.
Still nothing.
Good thing you came prepared!
Pulling your lock-picking kit out of your pocket, you knelt down on the floor and proceeded to work on the doorknob. For a short moment, you wondered if this was too forward a move on your part. But, before you could contemplate it further, you heard the lock pop. Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind, you slowly opened the door just far enough for you to enter the room. After closing it behind you, you walked carefully over to his bed.
"Scott! Wake-up, Scott."
When he didn't respond, you grabbed him by the arm and shook.
"I'm up! I'm up!" he responded sleepily.
After a few blinks and a little bit of time to orient himself, he looked at you and asked, "What time is it? What's going on?"
"It's a surprise," you said. "Now, get dressed. Make it quick, but be quiet."
A few minutes later, he joined you out in the hallway. You placed your index finger over your lips to shush him when he tried to speak. Taking him by the hand, you led him down the hall and through the main building until you were outside.
"Now, can I ask what's going on?" he said.
"Nope, put this on," you said, pulling a piece of fabric out that you intended for him to use as a blindfold. Anyone else might have been slightly annoyed by the situation, but Scott was always up for a good time, and he didn't mind being a little silly if it was in good fun.
With a smile, he took the blindfold out of your hand and tightened it around his eyes. When you were satisfied, you took ahold of him again and led him into the hangar. You were extra careful with him so that he wouldn't trip or run into anything.
"You'd make a very good seeing eye dog," Scott said.
The unusual compliment made you grin. He was such an odd duck, but that's what you couldn't help but love about him. You had already prepped the jet in advance so that it would be all ready to go as soon as you arrived with your passenger. Once he was inside, you pushed the button to raise the ramp.
"What's going on?" he asked, jumping slightly at the noise.
"I'm not telling. Don't you trust me?"
"Should I?" he said playfully.
"Maybe....maybe not.... I guess you'll find out," you responded, ruffling his hair as you walked past him on your way to the pilot's seat.
"Do I have to keep this on the whole time?"
"Yes! Don't you dare take it off!"
You made light conversation on the trip in between his attempts to get you to tell him the surprise. Once you arrived, you pulled his bandana off and yelled, "Ta-da!"
"We're at an airport," he said in confusion.
"Not just any airport... don't you recognize it?"
"Should I? They kind of all look the same."
"We're in San Francisco."
You watched happily as the smile of realization formed on his face.
"I thought you might like to surprise Cassie with a visit," you began. "And, well, you've talked so much about her that I'd like to meet her.... if that's okay?"
"Of course it is. I'd love that."
Instead of renting a car, Scott called his buddy Luis to come pick you up. Even though it was so early in the morning that the sun hadn't risen yet, it didn't seem to damper Luis' spirits any. He chattered nonstop until the car stopped in front of the house of Scott's ex-wife and her new husband. Scott hopped out and held the car door open for you.
Before he rang the doorbell, you said, "It's still pretty early. Will we wake them?"
"Don't worry about it," he replied, pressing the button multiple times.
You chuckled for a moment until a thought crossed your mind.
"Scott, do you think Cassie will like me?" you asked.
"Are you kidding?" he responded, looking at you. "She's going to love you. Actually...."
Then he surprised you by leaning down and giving you a quick peck on the lips.
"I was going to wait, but you kind of forced my hand," he said. "Cassie told me if I didn't hurry up and tell you how I feel then she was going to do it for me."
"Smart kid," you said, taking ahold of his hand. "I like her already."