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-In a random Wakandan jungle, Scott's pov-
'It's been about four months here, and it's not like the company's bad, but sometimes a guy just wants to be alone! I've been planning on "disappearing" for awhile now, and I was never really serious' a bird flies high above him 'but seeing as no one even remembers my name half the time, I think I might just leave now and save them space for someone who can actually contribute to the team. '
Scott crouched down and under a massive tree root, erupting from the dark earth, to avoid said bird "I wonder who the local ants are" a short sigh interrupted his train of thought and he started listing off African ants. "And if they'd mind me crashing in their jungle at any size for a bit?" Scott muttered to himself.
-In the Palace, other's pov-
Unfortunately even the tinted windows of the palace could not keep all the heat at bay, and everyone was slowly congregating to the common rooms where it was more cooled. It's about noon now, and even though the team would have been walking around for about five hours now, they would all be getting an abrupt wake-up call, starting with Sam. . .
"Hey Steve, have you seen Scott today? I've been looking for him." Sam questioned, as he flopped over a large poof in the middle of the floor.
A slight pause, then it seems like Steve (who is half asleep) jerks back to reality. (Probably thinking about Bucky again, smh)
"Scott? No, I haven't seen him since last night, but I'm going to head out to meet with T'Challa in the gardens in a bit, so I'll ask him for you"
"Kay man, but I've been thinking about Scott, he's been spacing out lately -I mean, it's hard for all of us, but- but he wasn't his usual bright and "Hi guys!" self, you know?"
-In the gardens, Steve and T'Challa's pov-
"Good afternoon T'Challa" started Steve "Apparently Scott -Ant-Man- is missing today and Sam's looking around for him"
"Ah, I'll have to inform Shuri at lunch. She always loves dissecting his teck and talking about ants with him."
And at that moment, a group of tiny ants scattered and started running around like they were frantically searching for the last crumble of bread with no luck.
"Hey T'Challa, do you think Scott knows every ant around here?" He laughs but as he drew his eyes to the growing gathering of tiny ants, he froze in thought.
". . . That. . . Might be true Steve, he is called the Ant-Man, but maybe Shuri can also answer that for us."
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After that, Steve got the word around fast. He wasn't in the kitchen or communal rooms, the rooftops, or the gardens, and the only place they haven't checked yet, was his personal room. . .
"Everyone, meet me at Scott's room asap!"
Somehow that worked, and in under ten minutes the full team, including T'Challa and Shuri, came running down to corridor of the guest wing. Once everyone had reached to door Steve explained the situation. His eyes were filled with determination as he agreed to go in first. He slowly scanned to room. Nothing looked odd, out of place, or broken, except! For that piece of paper in the bed. He was so focused on the note, he didn't notice the others cram into the room.
"Steve, what does the note say?" Asked Natasha. He jumped and someone snorted a laugh (it was Shuri) And after regaining his balance read out the saddening note.
Hi everyone, this is from Ant Man Scott. And by now, you might have noticed me being gone. I'll skip the pleasantries and just say, I'm not suited to being on the team with you all. I'm under-qualified and just not good enough to be with the Avengers. So I left. Don't worry, I'm somewhere safe, but don't bother searching for me, I don't want you to waste your time on me. It was nice knowing you all, but good bye everyone.
- Scott
By the end of the note everyone was trying to breathe through misty-eyes. Steve looked around at their grim faces, and made to split second decision everyone was thinking,
"Avengers Assemble, we have an Ant-Man to find!"