A/N: Okay, so I've been wanting to write but haven't been into it much. So I decided what's better than starting a story that I can work on whenever I want and do whatever I want with? I like writing whump and h/c so this will be a collection of one shots dealing with whatever the hell Marvel stuff I wanna work on. It'll include the Avengers and associated worlds. Feel free to leave suggestions for situations/stories you'd like to see.

Updates will probably be sporadic at best.

Let's get started!

Chapter One: Falling

Characters: Ant-Man/Scott, Wasp/Hope V., Hank Pym

"You have to get that drive before they get back to their base!"

Hank Pym's voice came over their coms, his tone full of urgency and anger.

"We will," Hope responded as she zoomed across the city on tiny wings. Scott rode a second behind her on an Ant he'd decided to call 'Ant-oinette.'

The need for the insect hero and heroine's mission was because of an attack launched by a covert group of Hydra agents. They had infiltrated Pym's lab and hacked into the databases, stealing file upon file about Pym Particles and how the suits operated. Fortunately, the intrusion was caught by the alarm systems, cutting the time the Hydra agents had had inside the lab and also allowing Scott and Hope to suit up and follow hot on the villains' tracks.

However, if they failed to capture the Hydra goons and retrieve the USB drive, all their hard work stopping Cross in the first place would be for nothing.

"They're cutting across fifth avenue to get downtown—you can't afford to lose them in all the chaos," Hank relayed. He was watching from cameras attached to Scott and Hope and also various ant sentries that were set up across town.

"On it, boss," Scott said. Ant-ionette obeyed his orders to follow after the black SUVs that were currently running red lights and streaking around corners at dangerously high speeds.

Hope's eyes tracked the vehicles as they wove wildly in and out of traffic. Suddenly, one SUV turned left and one right.

"Dammit!" the Wasp shouted, agitated. "You go right, I'll go left. We have to stop them before we lose the opportunity!"

Scott nodded in affirmation and angled his ant to the right. They didn't know which vehicle had the drive, so it was necessary to get into both.

Hope and Scott each chased down their assigned target. He lost track of Hope's progress as his own fight started.

The Hydra agents were obviously more prepared for this mission than any of the heroes had expected, so when a flash of what seemed to be a sort of laser or plasma shot past Scott's currently small head, he let out a cry and nearly tipped off his ant. Regaining his balance, he took in a deep breath, shocked.

"I think they can see me already!" Scott told the others. He leaned forward on his winged ride and zoomed closer to the SUV.

"You're just a speck. Are you sure?" Hank asked.

Scott's answer was cut off by another bright red blast that he barely managed to evade. Ant-oinette zipped in a tight circle to keep them from being destroyed, and he clung to her tightly in fear.

"Yes, I'm sure! It seems to be similar to how Falcon could see—whoa!" Scott cried out again, interrupting himself. He was gaining ground on the black vehicle despite his many evasions, but it was surely only making it easier for the Hydra agents to shoot increasingly accurate blasts at him.

"Be careful out there, Scott!" Hope warned. Her voice was full of worry. She was already beating the ever loving crap out of the three agents in her vehicle. They had not had the same technology to pin her down as they currently had with Scott. She ducked out after a quick scan for the drive and flitted out of the SUV, letting it crash into a roadside barrier.

"It's not in this car," Hope said with more than a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Scott tried to get closer, just a little closer so he could safely land, but the laser shots kept coming at faster intervals. It was getting harder and harder to dodge them, quick and accurate as they were. It was then that a second gun was pointed out a window and another onslaught with the crazily accurate weapon came.

"I can't get in!" Scott fretted. He felt a sense of panic set in at the realization. He couldn't get close without being blasted to hell and back. He let Ant-oinette open her wings and catch wind to keep them higher in the air.

"I'm coming to help you, just don't lose them," Hope replied. She was still several blocks away.

Scott didn't say anything and just allowed himself to think and try to formulate a plan. Maybe if he just dove off his ant and barreled in through a window, he could avoid getting killed. But that seemed reckless and barely plausible, given he would be an even easier target without his ride. Even now, he was struggling to keep himself upright.

A shot from the Hydra agents finally managed to take out Ant-oinette, obliterating her in an instant. Scott was now free falling while an inch tall, and it was terrifying. He realized with a stunned thought that he had no backup ants waiting this time. How could he have been so stupid to not bring a whole platoon of ants?

Scott couldn't help as he screamed during his descent, body going head over heels even as he attempted to right himself at the sudden loss of his insect steed.

Hydra hit another strike on him, vulnerable as he was. The shot skimmed past his right side, heat searing through his ribs. It was just a scrape by, but it sent Scott reeling.

"Scott? Scott!" he heard over his com as he plummeted towards the hard, unforgiving ground.

Scott's eyesight faded in and out as he neared the concrete, and he couldn't help but think about how people looked like ants higher up.

Scott didn't know where he was. His head was full of fluff and his body felt like he'd just been shoved through a wood chipper. Voices echoed around him—wherever he was—but they sounded like they were underwater and he couldn't place their owners. He faded in and out of consciousness, lapsing from one point to another in conversation.

" . . . to be okay?"

". . . think so . . . a hard hit . . ."

"I'm surprised . . . survive that fall . . ."

". . . been out for hours."

Tossing his head back and forth, Scott let a small pained moan escape his lips, his mouth tugging into a grimace. His eyebrows knitted together with a wince, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to tone down the pain that radiated up and down his spine.

The voices stopped and took note of his distress. A flurry of activity swept through the room as whoever it was stepped up.

"Scott?" a distinctly female voice—familiar?—called out to him.

He shifted on what felt like a bed of some sort, fidgeting to give off more evidence of his pain. Scott's nerves were on fire at the moment, pain lancing through his spine and down into his limbs. At least he could feel his fingers and toes—he was glad they were still intact.

A hand—oh, cold, cold hand!—touched his to try and settle him.

"I'll increase the morphine drip," came another voice, this time male.

Scott couldn't help the whine that dragged from his throat. The cold hand travelled from his fingers up to his forehead.

"He's burning up," the woman said.

Oh, maybe she wasn't cold, maybe he was just really hot? Explained a lot, actually, seeing as how Scott had just taken a twenty story drop at terminal velocity while only an inch tall.

Something else cold was lain on his forehead and Scott sighed heavily, relief flooding over him. His mind cleared somewhat as the pain began to fade, and he was able to finally place who was with him. He recognized Hope and Hank's voices now, and he deduced he was in the lab's medical wing.

"Scott, can you hear me?" Hope asked.

The Ant-Man winced as he tried to open his eyes, mouth set in a grimace. He got brief glimpses of blurry faces and shapes, but the light stung his eyes and he shook his head—a mistake, however, as pain flared in his temples.

"Lights, hurt," Scott choked out. Motion followed his words and a second later, he attempted to open his eyes again. The lights were dramatically reduced in the room now.

"Scott, how are you feeling?" Hope questioned gently, her face lined with worry. She took his hand in hers. Hank appeared at the edge of his vision as he blinked rapidly to adjust. The scientist settled down on a chair next to the bed.

"Uh," was all he could say at first. "Been better." He paused, taking in Hope's slight smile. "How am I not dead?"

Scott could see one arm in a sling and the other in some sort of brace.

"Not sure exactly. Even with the suit, you probably should have died after a fall from that distance," Hank put in dryly. Hope raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.

"Great news. Glad to know I would've been missed." Scott tried to crack a smile but a snarl of pain up his spine stopped it and make him wince. "Ah, aha, ow," he whimpered, dragging out his whine. He struggled to breathe, every moment sending agony ripping through his back. Fast beeping filled the room from the monitors.

Hope and Hank exchanged worried glances. Well, that was surprising—Hank being worried about him.

"What—what's wrong with me? What'd I break?" Scott finally asked after several minutes of strenuous existing.

"Well, not as many things as you probably should have," Hank replied. He stood and retrieved a clipboard with all of Scott's medical notes. "Three fractured vertebrae, fractured collarbone, dislocated right shoulder, torn ligaments in both your elbows, heavy bruising on your ribs, concussion, strain on your pelvis—and there's a whole lot more scrapes, cuts, and bruises everywhere else." He set the clipboard down again and raised his eyebrows at the injured man.

Scott groaned, feeling like shit. He was bandaged everywhere—thank the gods they had lots of medical equipment. Nothing he had seemed too terribly life threatening with the exception of his back; that really sucked. But at least he wasn't paralyzed? That had to count for something.

"You'll be fine," Hope said after a moment, looking Scott in the eyes. "You're just gonna be bed ridden for a while. Everything will heal, though."

Scott studied her expression for a second. "Well," he finally said, "that's better than nothing."

"Yeah. You should've seen yourself when we brought you in here. The neck brace you were wearing put surgery cones to shame," Hank chimed in. He smirked at the blank look he got from Scott, amused. "No worries, kid. You're all set."

Scott managed a small smile before the memories from earlier flooded back.

"Wait, shit! Did we get the, the thing?!" he exclaimed, fear gripping him.

Hope smiled and lifted a hand to show off the small device she held. "Hell yeah. And I did it all on my own; since you were too busy dying on the street."

"You left me there and went to get the drive?" Scott asked incredulously.

"Of course she did. We couldn't let those Hydra agents get away with it, no matter the cost," Hank scoffed. He was only half serious though, hints of amusement seeping through his voice.

"Well." Scott searched for something to say. "Alright then," was all he could come up with.

Hope smiled at him and ran a hand over his head, smoothing out his scruffy hair. "We're glad you're okay."

"I'm glad I didn't make us fail the mission."

"You bet your ass you are," Hank called as he walked out of the room, leaving them. He had work to do, and he had a feeling there was something coming he didn't want to be a part of.

"Don't listen to him; he was just as worried as I was when we picked you up," Hope explained lightly.

"So you're admitting you were worried about me? I'm touched," Scott replied, giving a small laugh and immediately regretting it as pain shot down his spine.

Despite her normally stoic nature, Hope laughed at his words and brushed their hands together again.

"Of course I was," she said.

Before Scott could quip anymore, she kissed him.