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I can help protect you; Scott Lang x child reader

I sat back down and said to the small girl.

"You like pizza?" she looked at me before nodding softly. "Then have a bite of this. At least here it smells fresh and not mixed in with some other stuff and god knows what else." The little girl slowly walked towards me, staring at the pizza. She would every now and then look up between me and the pizza. "It's okay sweetheart, it's not poisoned or anything."

I broke off the tip of it and ate it to show her that it wasn't poisoned or tampered with in anyway.

"See? Just a little hot but it's all good." Finally she raised her hands and took the pizza from the plate. She sniffed it before taking a small bite. Slowly her eyes widened with pure joy as she continued to devour the pizza. "Whoa hey slow down there kiddo, you're gonna choke if you just inhale it like that." I warned her.

She quickly looked up at me before looking down shamefully down, a slight glint of tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

"It's okay. I'm not mad. I just didn't want you to choke on it. You can keep eating." She looked down at her pizza and went back to eating it.

Once she finished it, I took the plate back from her and asked her.

"Was that good?" she nodded. "You know if you'd like, I've got some juice or something for you in case you're thirsty." She looked up at me with those big (e/c) eyes of hers as she tilted her head to the side. Oh wow that sounds a little creepy doesn't it? "I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. I've got a daughter just a little over your age and I don't know maybe you both might like the same stuff. Cause I—can't really leave the house."

I showed her my ankle bracelet and she looked down at it before looking back up at me. I held out my hand to her and she looked down at it.

"I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. Do you trust me?" she was silent but I soon saw her reach out her hand and she placed her tiny hand into mine. I gently closed my hand over hers as I then led her on inside.

Once we were inside, I poured her a glass of apple juice (Cassie loves apple juice) so hopefully this kid loves it too. As she began to drink the juice, so many questions kept running through my mind. Where did she come from? Who was she? How did she get like this? Where were her parents? Things like that.

Should I call someone? Child services maybe? I don't know. Maybe I'll sleep on that for tonight. Maybe I can get some answers out of her.

"Hey sweetie," she turned to face me. "Do you have a name? I mean I can't just keep calling you sweetie, sweetheart or munchkin can I?" at that point she looked down sadly. Her hands fiddling with the oversized shirt, oh no. Is—is she an orphan? Or, and I pray to God this isn't the case, did her parents abandon her. "Can you speak sweetheart?"

She shook her head no. Okay so she wasn't deaf cause she's actually responding to me. So was she mute? Or was she choosing not to speak.

"Well, think I should tell you me name first so that way we're not strangers anymore. I'm Scott. Scott Lang." I came up to her and held out my hand for a handshake now. She softly smiled and shook my hand.

Okay good progress we're getting there.

"Hey, since uhh—since you can't talk. How bout I give you a name? Is that okay with you?" she nodded and that's when I grabbed my phone and went through some websites for the top 100 baby names for girls. "Okay let's see, how about.......Belle?" she shook her head no. "Ariel?" again she shook her head. "Don't make me choose Cinderella." She then gave me a stank face as her tongue stuck out and I softly laughed. "I'm just playing yah kiddo. Here let's see what this list has."