__Scott Lang shrinking himself down with the help of his suit and just going around narrating people's inner thoughts, confusing the hell out of them when in actuality he's just hanging out on their shoulder the whole time. "It was this day when Steve realized: He may be too ripped to wear his shirts anymore." Steve would just stop for a second before scrunching up his face in confusion. "Scott, is that you?" A moment would go by before the other responded. "No, this is your inner thoughts telling you what you must do."
A/N: "This is your conscious, we haven't spoken in a while."
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Avengers Headcanons Volume I
FanfictionIn which an obsessed teenage girl finds Avengers Headcanons from the far corners of the internet and brings them to you. Most of these do not belong to me, I simply find them and show them to you, fellow Avenger fans.
