[Ficbits] Marvel Movieverse
You know, I always wanted a Wasp movie. Since it doesn't look like Marvel will be giving me one, though, I'll have to write it myself. I've written about them before, but this is something new and more plottish.
"I failed my defense. They threw out my thesis. Told me it wasn't right, even though I --" Hank cuts himself off, too emotional to continue. He slumps and runs both his hands through his hair again, sending it into further disarray.
Jan leans in, lets the dip in the couch draw her closer to Hank's side as she hugs him tight.
"Shhh. It'll be okay. You can try again, right?"
Muffled as they are in her shoulder, Hank's next words are barely audible.
"Can't."
"What?".
"They kicked me out." Hank raises his head from her shoulder and it hurts to meet his eyes when he's so miserable. "It was in fancy lingo, but..."
"But they don't want you in their university."
"They think my research will make them look bad. They don't want it affecting their reputation."
The way Hank says it brings to mind official letterheads and administrative double speak. Jan has always hated both.
"Screw them and their stupid reputation! You're smarter than the entire faculty combined. You don't need a fancy piece of paper just to prove that."
"I do if I want to keep doing research!"
And that's the real crux of the matter, isn't it? Jan purses her lips in agitation and, by chance, her gaze lands on Hank's lab space.
"Honey, I think you've forgotten something. You don't need a doctorate to do research. You just need money."
Hank follows her gaze, confused as to what his workbench has to do with solving his problems. Then his eyes land on the Pym particles floating innocently in their canister.
"No."
"Yes."
"It's illegal."
"So is jaywalking."
"It's immoral."
"Not if we don't really hurt anyone! Just bad people!" Jan's eyes sparkle as she lets a mischievous grin sneak onto her face. "We'd be like Robin Hoods!"
Hank frowns harder. "But it's risky! Dangerous!"
"That's what makes it fun, lover." When she sees Hank's determination start to falter, Jan deals the finishing blow by twining her fingers around his. "And anyway, I trust you. You'll keep me safe."
Of course Hank has no argument to that, so he groans and pulls her into a hug. "You're going to be the death of me, Janet Van Dyne!"
"For both of us, probably!" Jan laughs and flings her arms around him in return. "But what a way to go!"
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This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.
"I failed my defense. They threw out my thesis. Told me it wasn't right, even though I --" Hank cuts himself off, too emotional to continue. He slumps and runs both his hands through his hair again, sending it into further disarray.
Jan leans in, lets the dip in the couch draw her closer to Hank's side as she hugs him tight.
"Shhh. It'll be okay. You can try again, right?"
Muffled as they are in her shoulder, Hank's next words are barely audible.
"Can't."
"What?".
"They kicked me out." Hank raises his head from her shoulder and it hurts to meet his eyes when he's so miserable. "It was in fancy lingo, but..."
"But they don't want you in their university."
"They think my research will make them look bad. They don't want it affecting their reputation."
The way Hank says it brings to mind official letterheads and administrative double speak. Jan has always hated both.
"Screw them and their stupid reputation! You're smarter than the entire faculty combined. You don't need a fancy piece of paper just to prove that."
"I do if I want to keep doing research!"
And that's the real crux of the matter, isn't it? Jan purses her lips in agitation and, by chance, her gaze lands on Hank's lab space.
"Honey, I think you've forgotten something. You don't need a doctorate to do research. You just need money."
Hank follows her gaze, confused as to what his workbench has to do with solving his problems. Then his eyes land on the Pym particles floating innocently in their canister.
"No."
"Yes."
"It's illegal."
"So is jaywalking."
"It's immoral."
"Not if we don't really hurt anyone! Just bad people!" Jan's eyes sparkle as she lets a mischievous grin sneak onto her face. "We'd be like Robin Hoods!"
Hank frowns harder. "But it's risky! Dangerous!"
"That's what makes it fun, lover." When she sees Hank's determination start to falter, Jan deals the finishing blow by twining her fingers around his. "And anyway, I trust you. You'll keep me safe."
Of course Hank has no argument to that, so he groans and pulls her into a hug. "You're going to be the death of me, Janet Van Dyne!"
"For both of us, probably!" Jan laughs and flings her arms around him in return. "But what a way to go!"
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This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.